Nelia Ironwood (T)

• Name: Nelia Ironwood
• Age: Unknown (appears to be in her early twenties)
• Hobbies: Teatime, knitting, strategy
• Likes: Scheme, torture
• Dislikes: Underestimate, Myung Hwarin To take over the Underworld, the Demon God sent Nelia as his agent.

As the Queen of Greed, it was so easy to manipulate the Haros, who had learned the greed of humans from dealing with human souls. The Court became slaves to greed and sided with Heitaros. The Queen of the Underworld could not stop the forces of Heitaros from getting stronger. The Queen had to watch Nelia become the First Lord. A useless puppet. It was obvious for Nelia to look down upon her.

However, for some reason, Myung Hwarin changed overnight. Before Nelia could recognize the change, Myung Hwarin suddenly took her power back and drove all those who sided with Heitaros out of the Court. Although the treacherous went to Nelia for survival, there was nothing that Nelia could do. On the contrary, it was Nelia who wanted to seek help. Unlike those who were simply ousted from the Court, she was on the hit list. Dead or alive.

The Queen of the Underworld gave a relentless pursuit. Countless armies of the Underworld and bounty hunters came after Nelia’s neck. With enclosing threats, Nelia decided to hide. To darker depths and deeper shadows. Although the search continued, no one could even see a glimpse of her shadow. As Nelia disappeared, the Queen turned to the supporters of Heitaros.

The iron rule of the Queen of the Underworld began. Instead of consoling the Haros who have suffered from the exploits, the Queen focused on hunting down the traitors. Those who thought their lives would turn out for the better felt betrayed. As the people began to turn away from the Queen’s will, an opportunity began to sprout.

Those who were not happy with the Court raised their guns in the Wilderness. Even though they may be some ragtag group at the moment, they may be the spark that lights the fuse of the end of Myung Hwarin. That is, if someone would give them a slight push. Thus, ‘Lady Latrodectus’ was born.