As Morvane stepped into the grand palace, he was immediately struck by the atmosphere. The interior was as stunning as the exterior, with tall, ornate columns and lavish furnishings. But what caught his attention most was the presence of someone he didn't expect to see: Drevon.
The demon stood casually in the center of the room, his usual smirk plastered on his face. Vianna stood beside him, seemingly unfazed by his presence, as if it were perfectly normal.
Morvane's eyes widened. "Why are you here, Drevon?"
Drevon gave a lazy shrug, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, maybe I was offered to live here a few days ago, haha," he said nonchalantly, the playful tone in his voice making it hard to tell whether he was serious or just messing with him. "I'm also the one who told Vianna about your situation."
Morvane felt his heart tighten in frustration. "What? Why did you do that?"
