He paused, then continued in a teasing tone, "But don't you forget, you promised to do three things for me. Hmm, and they could be anything."
"Hmm." Clelia paused for a moment, turning to face him. Her bright eyes were clear and deep, and a pure smile appeared on her face, completely devoid of coquettishness. "I won't forget!"
With that, she pushed the door open and left, the few Twilight Secret Cultivators following close behind.
CREAK… CLICK.
The sound of the door closing echoed across the stage and throughout the workshop.
Outside, Clelia's smile vanished. She glanced at the three women at the dining table, who were now looking up at her, gave them a slight nod in greeting, and walked straight to her personal resting room.
'Sorry, Wei'en… Just give me a little more time…'
'Am I… am I really a queen?'
"What's wrong with her? She seems so dispirited."
