"Lady Lyra, I apologize for interrupting your break. Can you tell me where Her Majesty Liliana is? General Merlin has come from the outer palace and urgently needs to speak with her."
The moment those words were heard, Liliana and Lyra both paused their conversation. Their expressions shifted as they turned toward the door, surprise flashing across their faces.
"Merlin? What could he possibly want?" Liliana murmured, her voice laced with confusion.
As the Demon Emperor, Liliana's time was precious, and anyone seeking an audience with her had to request permission first, though even that was no guarantee it would be granted. She clearly remembered that no one from the outer palace had received permission to come to the inner palace today.
How could Merlin dare to come without her permission?
Liliana's gaze darkened, her narrowed eyes reflecting a chill as a tense, cold aura began to gather around her.
