Both figures were already stone dead, the statues clinging tightly together as though never to be parted.
If there were onlookers, they would certainly sigh at the sight.
Yet aside from the Queen herself, who would pay heed to her years of suffering?
The Queen had long become numb; to her, the King's expression at the time of death seemed ridiculous and disgusting.
Queen Isis walked to the corridor, her gaze fixed ahead, waiting for a while.
After ensuring that no one was disturbed by the noise in the bedroom, the Queen returned inside.
The Witch stared with interest at the two stone statues on the bed.
"I find it hard to understand you mortals."
Her tone, usually even, now carried a hint of amusement.
"Great Curse God Yikabe,"
Queen Isis walked up to the Witch, gracefully kneeling before her,
"Mortal love is only bewildering to mortals.
Yet, what does such love account for to a Divine Being like yourself?"
The Witch eyed the Queen Isis before her.
