I am the lord of Emerald Dreamscape!
Ysera snorted in anger, then stepped into the palace.
Upon entering the hall, she saw Leslie reclining on the throne, and without hesitation, she demanded, "Leslie, this is my territory! This is not a place for you to do as you please!"
Leslie, who was lazily resting on the throne, didn't respond, nor did Madelyn, who was at a desk nearby, writing and drawing.
Ysera's outburst was like a punch landing on cotton—there was no reaction at all.
She glanced at both of them and then asked again, "What exactly are you after?"
Whether it was the recent rumors or the fact that these two had followed her to the Emerald Dreamscape, they must have some purpose. Otherwise, they would not be sticking to her like this.
At this moment, Leslie slowly opened her eyes and smiled faintly. "What purpose could we have?"
