The Lord of Scales and Feathers' protection was exceptionally effective at night.
Even though Avalon and Antimony were at war, Iver, the Advisor, Grape, and Olive still avoided both sides and safely reached the Silver and Tin Palace under the cover of night.
However, the Silver and Tin Palace had now completely lost its original shape.
The palace occupied by the Flame Demon had become a stronghold belonging entirely to the Flame Demon. The walls and floors had grown scorching hot. Just entering made it difficult to breathe in the searing heat. The soles of their boots melted slightly from the high temperature, producing a sticky sensation and a ripping sound with every step. Touching the walls directly would immediately raise blisters.
They could still see knights patrolling here, as well as servants wandering through the palace.
Their one thing in common was that they had all been assimilated by the flames. Blazing fire burned inside the knights' armor, yet the flames did not bake the armor brittle or melt it. Even the wandering servants in their tattered clothes shuffled about aimlessly like living corpses. Flames constantly poured from the cracks in their skin and their facial features, yet they did not ignite the scant remains of their clothing.
The only benefit was probably that the palace had become quiet. No flames suddenly burst out, and nowhere suddenly burned through and collapsed.
It was as though the palace had merged with the Flame Demon and fallen into slumber.
"...If only Master Nobel were here."
The Advisor could not help muttering under his breath. "He should have acted together with us..."
Although Grape had no idea what the Advisor was talking about, she obediently nodded to show her agreement.
If that boy Lore were here, he could distribute Alchemy Potions to