"..." I sit on the throne, crossing one leg over the other as I look down, watching Marie and Laplace bowing. Marie stares at me with clear disgust, while Laplace seems... well? Her expression is quite neutral, but I think she's satisfied with the vitality I managed to restore.
"Evelyn, how dare you pull that stunt during our competition!! Do you have any idea how humiliating it will be when future generations look at the royal records!" Marie speaks with pure hatred.
"..." I stare at her in silence, creating threads and slowly binding them around her body. While she complains, I'm not strong, fast, or durable enough—if she decides she wants to do something, she'll succeed, so I'm using my unbreakable thread ability.
'So simple...' I don't see Marie's body as a living being, but like a doll, able to see how each joint moves, while threads so thin they're practically invisible restrain her without her noticing, making any movement twist and lock her joints.
