Unfamiliar sensations overwhelmed Perserque as everything she saw, smelled, and tasted felt new yet bitter. She had longed for a physical form, but the cost of attaining it was steep. Among all the losses she had endured, the absence of a certain individual was the most significant.

The silver-haired girl had refrained from eating for two days already.

"Is the food not to your liking?" the green-haired girl, Tanya, cautiously asked.

Perserque paused, then shook her head.

"No... it's fine."

Unfamiliarity lingered. She had existed for a long time, spanning nearly three thousand years. Much of that time had been spent in slumber, but it was undeniably an eternity for a living being. She had spent ages as the Demon Lord without needing to respect anyone else. Even her imprisonment within a sword hadn't altered that.

Her speech mannerisms felt the most out of place.

"I heard from Rinne. She said you're going to marry Brother..."

"Ah..."

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