"What?"
"The Harvest Festival?"
Inside the magnificent palace, a woman of extremely seductive and alluring appearance sat upon the throne. She wore a scarlet gown, looking like a stunning and poisonous femme fatale.
The Red Dragon Duchess looked down at the man kneeling on one knee before her, frowning as she said, "Why would Port Nyanzaru suddenly plan to hold such a grand Harvest Festival? Are they preparing to curry favor with the Goddess of Agriculture? Send men to continue watching Port Nyanzaru's movements! Have General Catra come in and see me!"
With that, the Red Dragon Duchess rubbed her temples with a hint of fatigue.
She never dreamed in her wildest dreams that Soren, whom she had initially paid little heed to, would ascend to divinity, and now even become the Lord of Shadows. She had missed the chance to eliminate him during his weakest period, and now Soren had become her most terrifying and dangerous enemy. Every time she thought of Soren's existence, she could not help trembling slightly, a trace of fear welling up in her heart. If not for the Duchy of Rosado being located in the inland region and her secretly enjoying the backing of the Archdukes of Hell from Baator, she likely would have already been wiped out by Port Nyanzaru. Yet even so, the Red Dragon Duchess meticulously monitored everything in Port Nyanzaru. There were many others just like her; although far away in the Overseas Islands, every move Port Nyanzaru made stirred the hearts of countless people.
Soon, a burly general walked in.
Seeing him, the Red Dragon Duchess could not help rubbing her temples again. Her rule was, after all, neither righteous nor justified.
This world had the rules of this world.
The Red Dragon Duchess had usurped the power of