The Roaming Demon (2)

"Ang, Amnath City is already overflowing with people. When will our plan... begin?" Quintina asked wearily, looking up from the thick dossier in her hands.

She stood at the end of the Governor's Mansion corridor, sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows and outlining her weary yet resolute figure.

Over the past few days, she had barely slept. In order to arrange the resettlement of hundreds of thousands of new immigrants, she had not dared relax for even a moment.

"Tomorrow," Ang answered succinctly.

Quintina froze for a moment, then her bloodshot eyes suddenly lit up.

She stepped forward and, without warning, threw her arms around Ang.

"That's wonderful... finally."

At that moment, it was as though she had finally let out a breath.

Her entire body went limp as she fell into a deep sleep in Ang's embrace.

Ang gently held her and said softly, "You've really worked hard."

Carefully, he lifted her in his arms and carried her toward the resting room behind the Governor's Mansion.

The room was quiet and warm. He placed Quintina on the bed, tucked in her blanket, gently kissed her forehead, and silently left.

Without the slightest hesitation, he headed straight for Magic Prison.

An airship was quietly docked outside Magic Prison.

Puli and the others had been waiting aboard for quite some time. Their expressions were solemn and silent, clearly aware of the weight of this operation.

Ang nodded to them without saying much, then walked directly into Magic Prison.

Inside the pitch-black prison, the air was filled with a faint sense of oppression and anxiety.

Hearing the footsteps, the bound Four-armed Foul Spirit suddenly strained against his chains. His scarlet eyes fixed on the newcomer as he opened his mouth and snarled:

"You vile, filthy human! If you have the guts, let