Her whole body was shaking. Her eyes darted around the room like she was begging someone—anyone—to help her.
But no one moved.
The Devils just watched.
They knew this wasn't her fight anymore.
"She's… she's scared," Crow murmured.
"She's not the one in control now," Elisha said.
Madam Queen's voice changed suddenly.
It got deeper. Calmer.
She stopped struggling.
Her arms dropped to her sides.
Her body still hung in the air, but now she was still… like a puppet waiting for orders.
Then… she smiled.
But it wasn't her smile.
It was cold. Too calm.
"...You found me," the voice said through her lips. It was not her voice anymore. It echoed, like two people speaking at once.
The Devil's eyes gleamed. "Finally."
The body slowly floated down and landed on the floor with a soft tap.
The woman stood straight.
Too straight.
Her eyes had changed.
One was Madam Queen's usual brown.
The other… glowed faintly gold.
"Who are you?" Scythe asked, his hand on his weapon.
