When Malcanthet arrived, her expression was utterly dreadful, her face as dark as thunder. It was rare to see such an expression on Malcanthet. As a demon lord obsessed with the perfection of her own beauty, she instinctively rejected anything that affected her appearance, and an ugly expression like this was no exception. Under normal circumstances, Malcanthet always tried her best to control her temper. No matter how angry she was, she always wore a perfectly measured smile.
Her ability to manage her expression was absolutely world-class. Unfortunately, this time, she truly could not control herself!
Because her archenemy had escaped! And even now, she was completely baffled by how it had happened. She could not understand how Shami-Amour had gotten out of that damned prison, nor what she had escaped for.
In short, Malcanthet was both furious and uneasy. She understood her archenemy far too well. Unless she had absolute confidence, that woman would never leave her prison of her own accord. After all, staying imprisoned was far better than being hunted down by Malcanthet outside.
So, upon hearing news of Shami-Amour, the first person Malcanthet thought of was Solam. After all, back when Solam had still been called Kardum, he had once rescued Shami-Amour from prison.
And Solam was naturally her first suspect.
"It seems something happened here?" When Malcanthet entered Solam's throne hall, she looked at the signs of battle within and asked meaningfully.
Solam turned to look at his throne hall, which had yet to be repaired, then shrugged and curled his lip. "The mortal slaves I brought back couldn't endure the temperature inside the fortress, so repairs are taking a little longer. But that isn't important. No matter how fast they are, they can't possibly be faster than you. In fact, I'd thought you would