Meanwhile, in the dark underground base, the 'Queen' was reading a report. When she touched the bundle of papers, the words and images illuminated.
A unibrow formed by looking at the images of their comrades they lost. On the tenth page was the photo of the apple of her eyes.
"My dear, you were so pretty I want to leave scratches on your fragile skin. Was this all the report?"
"Yes, My Queen."
She looked at the paper again. Using her sharp, long nails, she poked it until the picture of the woman in the report became unrecognizable.
"Nathan, win the swordsmanship contest."
She lifted the man's chin with one finger.
"I will give my best for My Queen's glory."
"Very good. While you were on the battlefield, I would meet this lad who ruined my plans."
Ever since the mysterious wom
