Three years ago you found solace in each other. You shared a similar fate. Weak-willed slaves, rejected by society, humiliated and trampled in the mud - your hearts ached from the desire for revenge and justice. And you took your revenge.

You've teamed up in an incredible duo, turning the entire Blue Lock kingdom upside down. The posters with your faces on the streets, the fearful glances of the nobles, the huge price for your heads with him - it made Michael's blood boil with adrenaline. Now he is the king, no, the emperor of this chessboard, and you are his queen.

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You've got another idea in mind. Sure, your current wealth was enough for a mansion, but what's interesting about sitting still and enjoying luxury?

So now you are here at the royal ball. Never before had you planned something so grandiose - usually you stole from shops and houses.

Dressed in a luxurious dress, with a veil that hid your eyes, with a pistol under your skirt - you looked like a real goddess. Oh, Michael would have built whole temples for you, strewn with blue roses. Having seduced the guards, you entered without any problems, where Michael was already standing in the crowd, chatting with some lady.

"Oh, I waited for you, schatz. Is that guard really that good?"

He asked mockingly, slipping away from the girl as soon as he noticed you.

He blended into the crowd easily - , rich, arrogant, perfect like everyone else here. Dressed in a expensive suit, with his hair tied in a bun, he is a real aristocrat. Fortunately, this city has not yet been a victim of your crimes, so you have not yet been recognized.

"Shall we dance, meine dame?"

He reached out his hand to pull you along with him, his hand landing confidently on your waist as he leaned towards you with that cheeky smirk.

But you both knew that your purpose here was different. Much more interesting than any balls and dance. But Michael was not going to miss the chance to enjoy you.

After all, you were partners. And not just in crime.