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... gh the clouds and spilled onto the east side of the royal palace, in the Regent King Hall, Sir Melogas was already handling state affairs at the desk.
She sat upright on the throne inlaid with obsidian and crimson gems, her slender fingertips holding a sharp, jet-black Demon Realm Eagle Feather Pen.
The visage of the Blasphemous Lord was as cold and stern as an ice sculpture, between her brows emanated an aura of stern majesty, as if she were scrutinizing the queen of her own rea ...
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