Not Sane Wives

Under a starry sky painted on the black canvas of space, donned in a simple black dress, a figure extended her hand out and clenched her palms, as if trying to envelope the whole universe into her fist.

"Fuuu… soon…"

The figure's sea blue eyes had unfathomable determination flash in them.

"…Scelestus wouldn't be limited to this single world."

The said figure, her bluish-silver hair swaying along the breeze, was none other than Arya Relgar.

The ruler of the underworld, the owner of Scelestus, the Empress of Dragon Race, and the beloved wife, ex-teacher of the Vampire Prince.

Unlike usual, there was no blindfold on Arya's eyes. Sitting in a lotus position at the edge of a cliff, her expression was serious, another unusual instance.

'I miss him…'

A look of longing was visible in her eyes, hidden under the veil of determination.

'But it's okay. He needs time for growth, and I need some for mine as well.'