The Princess and The Queen Want me as their personal Slave? - Chapter 22: Danger

... m to ash."

The Mad Mage stood atop a cliff overlooking the glowing spires of the kingdom, her tattered white robe dancing in the wind like a mourning veil. Her laughter cracked through the silence—wild, broken, unhinged. It echoed through the mountains like a curse from the gods themselves.

Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, hot with anguish, cold with centuries of betrayal. The glint in her crimson eyes was not one of madness, but of relentless grief sharpened into purpose.