The nightblade leopard streaked like lightning, a blur trailing behind it as it sped from afar. On the nightblade leopard's back, Her Majesty the Elf Queen, dressed in verdant hunting attire, had her hair flying about as if she were Artemis gliding through the jungle. Her Majesty's impressive demeanor was mesmerizing. However, the young girls felt an unsettling trepidation rising within them.
Over the years, after several meetings, the girls had grown quite familiar with Flare. Her Majesty was not only stunning in appearance but also gracious and majestic in her movements, always exuding a serene confidence as if nothing in the world could perturb her. This time, however, her usual elegance and nobility were absent. Though the substitute briskness was equally beautiful, this inexplicable change was a clear indication of the abnormality behind it, suggesting that it must be an extremely urgent situation for the Elf Queen to present herself in such a manner.
