Meeting The Prismerian Royals

"Well, it all took place like this..." Crystalia began, making sure her words were delivered clearly as she delved into the explanation.

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I blinked, my gaze subtly fixed on the individuals I presumed to be Princess Crystalia's parents, particularly her mother.

Certainly, they emitted an imposing aura, an aura that might have unnerved a regular boy my age had I not been a transmigrator. Nevertheless, my attention was drawn to her mother's attire, causing me to involuntarily gulp a little.

While the king adorned a beautifully decorated crown and was draped in a long robe that sparkled as though it were woven from diamonds, and decorated with a variety of gemstones, the Queen's attire followed suit, crafted in a similar manner.