Lionheart Family, Black Palace
Inside a grand hall, numerous figures were seated. The atmosphere seemed calm, yet beneath its deep layers, a hidden coldness lingered.
All gazes were fixed on the one sitting at the center. She wore a plain white robe, utterly ordinary, and at this moment, her expression appeared indifferent — as if she cared for nothing and nothing could affect her.
With her presence, no one dared to speak. Everyone was waiting for her to open her mouth.
Her long white hair reached down to her hips. Her body was well-shaped, its curves hidden beneath the robe. Her pale white eyes looked emotionless.
"Madam, here is the full report of the situation." Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the beautiful woman, handing her several sheets of paper.
The beautiful woman, the one everyone seemed to fear, slowly took the sheets from the figure — a figure that looked like a phantom, almost like an illusion — and then it disappeared.
