A grim voice echoed in the Throne Room.
"It shouldn't be your match, Little Isa."
Laughter like silver bells emanated from the shadowy Eternal Night Curtain.
"You hold the fully unleashed Sacred Sword and possess the Protection of the Crimson Moon. Now, you can no longer be measured merely by the standard of a Throne."
"However, I did promise him I would hold you back, giving him a one-on-one opportunity with the Crimson Moon."
"Although I have no idea what makes him so confident to face the Crimson Moon now... since I promised him, I will absolutely fulfill this commitment."
"He takes promises and vows extremely seriously. If that weren't the case, he wouldn't favor that little girl who contracted the Sacred Spear so much."
"I certainly don't wish to be disliked by him for breaking a promise."
Hearing the Black Princess's words from within the nocturnal veil, Isadella frowned slightly.
