"When did you become aware of this? And what was the reason for directing him to Diqiu?" Alra inquired, grappling with a multitude of tumultuous emotions. Her husband, the Evil Lord, the one who had once vowed to bestow the world upon her, now seemed to be forsaking her and even casting longing glances at her sister, who was already wed to one of his loyal subjects. 'Pure Evil,' she muttered to herself, coming to the painful realization that the person for whom she had once been willing to confront the world no longer held her in high regard.
"Directing him to Diqiu? He went on his own, and just eased my task that I had been racking my brain for." Evil Lord's voice resonated, "As for how I know of Moros' treachery, I guess you should thank her." He said pointing at an unknown figure walking towards them.
