The blade was like obsidian, its killing intent piercing the eyes with icy chill.,They gave Summer a long, hard look, sheathed their swords, and bowed deeply. "We acted rashly," they said, "Please forgive our boldness, Your Majesty, and Your Highness!",Summer's eyelids lifted, a smirk playing on her face: "Your Highness, are you wetting yourself"。