The palace had long fallen silent.
The grand corridors that bustled with nobles and ministers during the day now stood empty beneath the pale moonlight. Outside the towering windows, the capital of the Devil Kingdom glittered with thousands of lanterns, but inside the royal chambers, only a single candle remained lit.
Lilith sat alone at the edge of her bed, staring absentmindedly at the reports piled before her.
Casualty reports.
Reconstruction expenses.
Tax records.
Lists of villages destroyed during the civil war.
The longer she ruled, the more she realized that wearing a crown did not make one's burdens lighter—it only made them invisible to everyone else.
With a sigh, she closed the final report.
The room immediately became quieter.
For several moments, she sat motionless before slowly standing up and walking toward her wardrobe.
A few minutes later, the Queen of the Devil Kingdom had disappeared.
