"Keep your promise and let me see her," Izabella sternly stated, glaring at the dark shadow lurking before her eyes.
[I told you I will but first, let's finish this… Shall we?] Isla's voice filled with amusement as she watched the queen's torment. It was something where she found joy after all.
Clenching the book in her hands, the queen lowered her head and nodded.
"You better keep your promise, Isla," she gritted between her teeth.
She had sacrificed a lot for this day and she wouldn't let it go to waste for nothing in this world.
[Isn't it funny how you, the Queen of this country, will ruin this place tonight while the people in it celebrate the new year?] Isla sneered.
Izabella frowned, but kept quiet. The demon was right. She couldn't deny that fact.
"I'm doing this for…" she paused, the reason behind her actions being lost in her mind long ago.