Upon hearing the knock and the indifferent voice of the woman, Leon widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Lyra?" Leon muttered uncertainly.
The voice was very familiar; it belonged to Lyra, who had left the palace to undergo punishment from Liliana.
However, he remembered that Lyra was supposed to be with the Demon army, preparing for the upcoming battle against the Human troops.
So, how could she be in the palace?
Driven by doubt, Leon, still holding Fiona, swiftly rose from the bed and strode toward the door, turning the knob to open it.
*Clack!*
As he opened the door, a beautiful woman with an expressionless face, clad in a maid outfit and with long black hair, suddenly came into view—it was none other than Lyra.
"Good morning, Your Majesty Leon and Young Lady Fiona." Lyra greeted them politely, bowing her head.
"Good morning, Lyra!" Fiona waved her small hand, a happy smile blooming on her lips.
