Northern Demon Realm.
Neka Island, Demon King's Palace.
When the first rays of dawn pierced the clouds and fell upon Regent's Hall on the eastern side of the palace, Regent Melo Gas was already handling official affairs at her desk.
She sat upright on a throne inlaid with obsidian and Scarlet Gems, her slender fingertips gripping a sharp, pitch-black Demon Realm Eagle Feather Pen.
The Profane Lord's face was as cold as an ice sculpture. A stern aura was hard to conceal between her brows, making her seem like a queen scrutinizing her own kingdom.
"Ah."
Before long, she let out a sigh, closed the document before her, and set it beside her hand.
Melo Gas propped her cheek on one hand and stared boredly at the official documents.
Once she relaxed, the composure she had shown earlier vanished, and she seemed to have been intermittently restless these past two days.
After an unknown amount of time passed.
"Lord Profane Lord."
A figure of the Demon Race wearing a black cloak appeared silently at the far end of the Great Hall.
The spy's slender figure was agile, resembling a black panther and almost blending into the shadows.
Melo Gas sensed the visitor's presence.
She raised her head indifferently and looked straight at the spy.
"If you have something to say, say it."
Melo Gas looked at her most capable confidante, unsure why she had come to disturb her. Strictly speaking, there had been no tasks to assign recently.
The princess was no longer in Demon King City Nekaris, the other Great Demon Race members were behaving themselves, and the Holy Plant Religious Nation and Honing Empire were unusually harmonious.
The spy took two steps forward, knelt on one knee, and bowed her head in salute.
"My lady, I have come