Return and Release the Longing

In the parlor, Liliana lounged casually on the sofa. Unlike before, she had changed into a stunning black gown adorned with floral lace along the sides of the collar.

Her long white hair cascaded freely down her back, with a red butterfly-shaped hairpin nestled at the center of her loose locks.

She wore black opera gloves that extended to her elbows, enhancing her cold yet undeniably alluring presence.

As she sipped her tea, her gaze occasionally drifted toward the grand white-gold doors, standing tens of meters away.

"Leon should be here any minute," she murmured softly, a faint smile gracing her lips.

It had been over four months since Leon left her and their daughters to aid the demon army in the war against humanity in the Desert of Chaos.

She would be lying if she said she didn't miss him.

Just as Liliana was lost in thought, a figure suddenly appeared in the inner palace courtyard.