"Let Me Do It."

"Hm?"

Just as Shien and Shafna were arguing endlessly while Liel and the other two stood speechless, unsure how to react, Shien and Shafna's voices suddenly stopped without any warning.

The temperature in the air abruptly dropped several degrees, and wisps of white mist began to rise.

As though sensing something, everyone turned in unison and looked in one direction.

There, a figure slowly approached with Supreme Castle at her back.

She was a cold woman of the Demon Race, vines wrapped around her body, willow-leaf-like long hair flowing down her back, two flowers growing from her head, barefoot and bare-backed, wearing only a thin, gown-like dress.

"Hertia!?"

Liel, Hart, and even Grey's expressions changed the instant they saw this cold Demon Race woman.

"It's you?"

Shien raised his brows and blurted it out as well.

The newcomer was Hertia, one of the Demon Race executives who had once gone to the Human Realm and surrounded the Imperial Capital alongside numerous Demon Race members, forcing Shien to reveal his identity—a Limit-tier expert.

The cold woman merely glanced at Shien before turning to Shafna.

"I have come to receive you, Lady Shafna."

Hertia bowed to Shafna.

Naturally, Shafna recognized Hertia.

After all, Hertia was one of the only three executives under Supreme Sera, as well as one of the Demon Realm's only three Limit-tier experts. Whether in strength or popularity, she ranked among the top ten of the entire Demon Race. If the Demon Humans were excluded, she was even a renowned powerhouse capable of contending for first place.

Shafna turned her gaze toward Hertia. Unlike how she ignored everyone else, she showed at least a trace of interest in her.

"So you were the one sent to receive me, Hertia." Shafna sounded somewhat surprised and slightly taken aback. "Don't you