When Miss Aleister was brought to the Hall of Silver and Tin, it was already dusk. The Sun and the Moon were both in the sky at the same time.
Miss Aleister and Leviathan were led to the parlor by an Arbitrator whose name she did not know.
"...Please wait here for a moment. The Queen's Guard should notify you about what comes next."
The Arbitrator bowed politely, his tone revealing a relieved sense of relaxation—that this mess was finally over, and next time, let whoever wants to deal with it do so, as he certainly would not.
It was evident that he was extremely afraid of Her Majesty the Queen and Miss Aleister facing off against each other.
One was the Queen of Avalon, the other the present lover of His Holiness, and it seemed that they were also romantic rivals... Judging from those few words, it appeared as if the Queen had made some unreasonably difficult request to Miss Aleister, which she had now completed with integrity.
