The Second Queen.

Serena Soladin entered the carriage, throwing aside the various complicated ornaments in her hair and sweeping back the long strands from her forehead, frowning.

Her appearance was somewhat fierce for a queen of a nation, but Serena didn’t care about that.

It was enough to put on a forced smile and flatter people outside. In a place completely cut off from the outside through various magical procedures, engaging in such tedious behavior would just give her a headache.

“Everyone is supposedly dying, but they seem perfectly fine. What’s going on here?”

The man sitting opposite her straightened …