"————"
It was a voice as cold as the onset of a harsh winter.
When this voice emerged, whether it was the tragic battlefield or the hell-like city, it seemed as if an invisible blizzard had swept through, freezing the air itself.
Then, a sense of oppression as if the sky were pouring down spread throughout, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.
"————!"
Reiger stopped in his tracks and abruptly looked up.
"This, this voice is...!?"
The previously furious and fierce Woodworth also halted, becoming frantic with fear.
Gawain, who Reiger had sent flying with a punch and was now lying in a shattered crater, struggled to stand and his gaze began to tremble as he stared at the figure in midair.
"Huff———"
The wind howled past, sweeping over the battlefield, as well as the sky, causing the figure's clothing to flutter noisily.
In such circumstances, the queen of the Fairy Country descended.
"Your Majesty!"
