Celestia apologized while holding a gold pistol covered with blood, "Ahh! Sorry, sorry. This old man is a bit of a nutcase."

"..."

I was dumbfounded and could only gape. I mean, what was with this abuse of an elderly?

'No, putting that aside, did a transcendent just let himself be shot by a gun? And he even collapsed?'

To inferior civilizations, a transcendent was a prestigious existence that was almost no different from a God. But rather than being surprised by the appearance of yet another transcendent, I was instead surprised by the bizarre scene that unfolded before my eyes. Just then, the fallen old man with goat horns jumped to his feet.

"Hohoho. I showed you an unsightly side of me. Oh dear, I wasn't able to control myself even though I've already lived long enough. I'm very sorry for showing you this, Queen."

"Don't do anything you would be sorry for in the first place, you idiot. And I told you not to call me Queen, right? If you really have to, I would prefer you calling me Imperial Princess. It's not as if we're at a music program or something."

"Hoho, even if it's not on the stage, a queen will still be a queen. Anyway, it's good to see you again."

He assumed his initial appearance and smiled warmly. The injury on the back of his head left behind by Celestia's pistol disappeared before I could notice.

Ouroboros

Soul Sculptor, Voltermone 

'Soul Sculptor?'

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