The Two Queen's

Meanwhile, inside the Silvarian palace.

Two women stood facing each other. These two met for the first time in almost two decades, a gaze of admiration from the queen sitting on the throne. In contrast, the tall woman gazed with an intense aura and silver hair and stood silently.

Her face seemed solemn, with countless scars on her body.

"I heard you wish to have my Asura marry your daughter." The woman's face was glamorous and heroic as she watched the woman sitting on the throne.

"Is there a problem, Freyja? You should have left for the middle realms long ago with that power. Why are you here?" The queen's face turned a little serious, her black hair reaching her waist, giving off an extremely regal appearance.

The woman, Freyja, had a wide back that exuded a sense of nobility while shrouded in a layer of darkness.