Nana narrowed her eyes at the princess. With that expression, it was obvious she didn't believe a single word the girl said.
Besides, just look at that so-called princess. There was nothing about her worthy of Nana's trust.
The princess kept the smile on her lips, her eyes glossy, her voice soft and melodious. "I am Athena." As she spoke, the fins on her tail shifted, gradually turning from pink to deep blue. "First Princess of Aqualon, mistress of illusion."
While speaking, she gently lifted her hand. Shimmer weave gathered into bubbles that drifted through the water, then burst, transforming into countless duplicated images of Athena surrounding them.
Nana tightened her grip on the sword in her hand. The other sword had already returned to her side, and her guarded stance didn't relax even a little, especially when the illusions began moving toward her.
