Demon World, Northern Region.
Naka Island, Demon King Palace.
As the first light of dawn pierced through the clouds and spilled onto the east side of the royal palace, in the Regent King Hall, Sir Melogas was already handling state affairs at the desk.
She sat upright on the throne inlaid with obsidian and crimson gems, her slender fingertips holding a sharp, jet-black Demon Realm Eagle Feather Pen.
The visage of the Blasphemous Lord was as cold and stern as an ice sculpture, between her brows emanated an aura of stern majesty, as if she were scrutinizing the queen of her own realm.
"Sigh."
Before long, she heaved a sigh, closed the document in front of her, and placed it beside her.
Melogas propped her cheek with her hand, listlessly regarding the official letter.
When relaxed, her composed demeanor faded, and it seemed like she had been intermittently restless these past few days.
After an indeterminate amount of time.
"Blasphemy Lord."