The cross isn't really floating; its base is firmly anchored to the ground. Therefore, the Magical Girl isn't suspended high in the air, but her feet are about thirty centimeters off the ground, bound to the cross in a 'T' shape.
Shami came to stand in front of her, needing to look up slightly to meet the Magical Girl's jet-black eyes.
Although her complexion was slightly pale, the Magical Girl's face was as beautiful as ever: exquisite features, long eyelashes, a dainty nose, and delicate lips.
Of course, having been accustomed to the flat-chested, blonde Shami, no other thoughts crossed his mind; his eyes remained calm.
He released a small amount of Demonic Qi.
An aura unique to the Demon King spread around, clearly indicating his identity.
The Magical Girl's eyes froze in place.
"Now it's not too late to know, Miss Saili."
The Magical Girl stared blankly at Shami, unsure of what she was thinking.
