It had led to this exact, highly dangerous situation where he now stood face-to-face with a terrifying monarch whom he originally wasn't supposed to even meet until the following year.
But whatever the chaotic cause was, it ultimately worked out for the better.
It prompted him to casually shrug his broad shoulders before calmly replying to the Queen's accusation.
"Black hair, pink hair, or even shimmering silver... what does the color really matter when the exact same sweet, sticky liquid comes pouring out of their pretty bodies at the end of the night?"
He took a slow step toward Lira. The poor maid's soft mouth was visibly twitching in sheer embarrassment and shock.
Even Ytrisia, who had just managed to push herself up onto one knee, froze. Both women had clearly heard the explicit implication, realizing with a sudden jolt that Cruxius was definitely involved with other women they knew absolutely nothing about.
