A History of Magic: the Story of the Moonflower Queen

[Western Fantasy · Heroine · Magic · Knight · Conspiracy · Famine] When Ellievi King saw her master, Kebai King, kneeling down and saluting her, she understood that she was no longer a girl who could act coquettishly to her master. Instead, there was the Queen of the Elf Kingdom of Silvester. The heavy crown on her head made her breathless. She tilted her head slightly, trying to reduce the weight of the crown, but she happened to see the viper-like eyes of the prime minister staring straight at her, making her stand on her back. For a moment, she wanted to escape from here, escape from this throne, but the throne beneath her was holding her back like a quagmire. She was trapped in it, unable to control herself and unable to move even an inch. Suddenly, it seemed like a pair of hands patted her back. She was stunned and turned around to look, but was blinded by the oncoming sunlight and closed her eyes. The light was not dazzling, or rather soft, but she did not adapt to it for a moment—— She had stared at the darkness for so long that she had forgotten the light.