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a great Japanese warrior who conquered Korea after her husband died! Legend has it that she battled for three years while carrying her husband’s unborn child—she waited until she was victorious before giving birth.”
    “Impressive,” Visola mumbled.
    “Cheer up! You, my friend are the Boudicca of the Deep! Our Joan of Arc, our Tomyris…”
    “Only as good as the women,” Visola lamented.
    “No! You are the Napoleon of the Undersea!”
    “Not a big fan of Napoleon,” Visola said as she fumbled to pour herself more sake.
    Queen Amabie’s eyebrows creased in thought. “Alexander the Great. Gilgamesh. Genghis Khan. Attila the Hun! Name the warrior, and you are his very equal, his aquatic counterpart.”
    “Okay. Now I’m feeling a bit better,” Visola said with a sniffle. “Not fair. You know how to stroke my ego better than anyone.”
    “You need to acknowledge your own brilliance. I am lucky to have you as my ally, for I would not want to ever be pitted against you.”
    “Dawww… I love you, Queen Amabie,” Visola said with a sleepy smile. “I wish it changed the fact that Vachlan is going to defeat me.”
    “Oh, darling. That’s the sake talking.”
    “No, I mean it. I do not have the will or energy anymore. If I could just cast aside all of my memories, I could take him on. If he were anyone else but my husband, I would wipe the floor with him and make him eat his own shit while laughing condescendingly. I would carve my name into his flesh. I would jump rope with his intestines, or wear them as necklaces and bracelets while asking him casually how they looked. I would dance upon…”
    “Then do it,” Amabie said. “Cast aside your doubt and do it.”
    Visola reached out and placed her hand on Amabie’s hand. She would normally never be so familiar with the woman, but due to her drinking, the lines of courtesy were blurring along with her vision. She blinked and squinted in order to see more clearly, but this only led to the realization that it was her mind which was clouded more than anything. She sighed.
    “I can’t beat him, Amabie.”
    Both women were startled when Aazuria burst into the room, dripping wet, her feet pounding the carpet. “Queen Amabie, General Ramaris—have either of you seen Corallyn?”
    “Not since yesterday when I killed her evil mother,” Visola slurred. “Why?”
    “I cannot find her anywhere,” Aazuria said, brushing locks of wet, white hair out of her face. Corallyn was her youngest sister, whose body was of childlike proportions, although she was nearing a hundred years in age. “I had the guards sweep the whole palace. She is not in her quarters, nor anywhere else...”
    Visola frowned. “Have you checked intensive care? She probably snuck in to see if Elandria was better.”
    “That was the first place I looked!” Aazuria reached up and grasped her wounded shoulder, battling a bout of pain. Blood was seeping through the bandage due to her vigorous exercise. She was evidently distressed and frustrated by her missing sibling. “What if she ran away? What if she was angry with us?”
    “She’s probably just sulking in a corner because of the stuff with Atargatis,” Visola spoke with a slight slur. “When your mother shows up out of the blue and kills a whole bunch of people, it’s never easy to deal with.”
    Queen Amabie lowered herself carefully to her chair. “Princess Aazuria, some of my elite warriors said that they were heading to your Mirrored Caves for festivities… to celebrate vanquishing our common enemy. Perhaps your little sister is amongst them?”
    “I do not think Corallyn would be celebrating the death of her mother,” Aazuria said with a deep frown. There was terror in her eyes. “I feel within me that something is gravely wrong.”

Chapter 4: Elegant Crimson Calligraphy
     

     
     
    It seemed that all of Adlivun and all of their Ningyo allies were in the Mirrored Caves, dancing, chatting, and enjoying themselves in the