The next day,
As the first rays of dawn broke through the clouds and spilled onto the eastern side of the Demon King Palace's Regent King Hall, Melogas was already hunched over her desk, dealing with a mountain of official duties.
She sat upright on a throne inlaid with obsidian and crimson gems, her slender fingertips holding a dark and sharp Demon Realm Eagle Feather Pen, swiftly approving documents.
Her face was as stern as ice, and her brows radiated a chilling aura, as if a queen was scrutinizing her kingdom.
Just then, a mysterious figure in a pitch-black cloak, their face hidden beneath the hood's shadow, silently appeared at the far end of the hall.
"Blasphemous Lord."
The spy's lithe form was nimble and agile, like a stealthy black panther, their steps so light they almost blended into the light and shadows.
However, Melogas detected the newcomer's presence immediately.
She lifted her head and stared directly at the figure.