The Return of the Demon Army to the Demon Empire

Two days later...

Sitting on the parlor sofa, Liliana read a book, her expression lazy and indifferent.

Her slender legs were elegantly crossed, while her chin rested in the palm of her hand, which was placed on the armrest of the sofa.

Dressed in a simple black gown, she radiated a captivating charm. Her alluring curves, impossible to conceal, made anyone who looked at her feel their heart race and desire surge.

*Tap! Tap!*

The sound of footsteps echoed from the side, followed by the appearance of a short young maid approaching.

"Good morning, Your Majesty," the maid greeted, bowing slightly.

Liliana glanced up, her gaze falling on the young woman—Celine.

Her indifferent expression softened, and Liliana straightened, lazily leaning back against the sofa.

"Good morning, Celine. What brings you here?" She inquired, her tone as indifferent as ever.