(Author's POV)
"My dear queen …... your wish is my command," Aamon uttered submissively as he knelt and bowed down in front of Elisa.
A devilishly vicious smile formed on her lips. Her mouth curved into the shape of a crescent as she thought, 'What a wonderful follower I have got.' She then touched his cheek to lift his face upward and traced it with her sharp nails while saying, "You will definitely get your due reward. Now~ …."
Elisa pulled out a Materia blade and slit her right palm diagonally without hesitation. Her crimson hued blood started dripping from her hand, but she didn't even flinch or give a reaction. She stood erect and waited for Aamon to do his part.
