When someone turns to be the inverse.
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In the throne room, always royally imposing even if it had little or no flashy decoration, Alvine reappears on the throne; sitting with one leg on the other and one hand supporting his head.
But unlike previous times, he looked like a little boy who played the role of the king.
In front of him, twenty meters away, were Askald, Fy, and a mature woman of fairy beauty with her long white hair and emerald green eyes, like two crystals; she was Azalea Crystaluse, the only and current queen of the Crystaluses.
"You are still as charming as last time, especially when you take this severe air." Alvine ignores his two monarchs who are kneeling in front of him and talks directly to Azalea.
The latter's frown persisted when she heard Alvine say these words with a jovial smile.
"Are you...the same master of death I met three years ago?" She asks in an uncertain tone.