Returning To Faust

“Go get my clothes,” Apeiron’s voice rang out as the doors to her residence shot open.

“Already prepared, Your Majesty,” Julian bowed, bringing two sets of clothes. One was her usual battle clothes, while the other was a robe for mages.

Apeiron glanced at the robe and burnt it to a crisp with her violet flames, glaring at her servant as she hissed, “Don’t do stupid things like this again!”

Julian only smiled in return, “I’m just thinking on your behalf, Your Majesty. Shall I arrange a celebration?”

“Bah, celebration? For what, being defeated?”

“Even you aren’t invincible, Your Majesty, it doesn’t matter if you lose once in a while. But I do believe it’s an achievement for you to still like someone even after...