"If you're not a reincarnated person…" Emilia said in a tone that tried to sound casual but carried a curiosity she couldn't hide, "then probably one of your relatives was, right?"
Rose went still.
"Because a level of power like yours isn't nor—"
The queen couldn't finish the sentence because Rose's hand closed around her throat, lifting her into the air with her feet dangling several centimeters off the ground.
Rose's fingers closed around her throat with just enough force to make clear she could crush it whenever she wanted. Emilia looked down at her and froze.
What she saw on her face wasn't irritation, annoyance, or rage.
It was pure hatred.
The vampire's red eyes looked up at her from below with a coldness that Emilia had never seen in any person in her entire life.
"R-Rose…" Emilia stammered with a strangled voice as tears began forming in her eyes. "W-why—?"
The fingers tightened a little more.
