The daily temperature difference of the Imperial Palace was greater than that of even the Demon Blood desert. Before the sun went down, the Imperial Palace was always warm, clean, and lively. The halls were filled with welcome guests, and the streams and ponds reverberated with the songs of the royal family.

On the other hand, the darkest darkness covered the Palace once the sun set. The welcoming air now became as cold as metal, and the beautiful garden now seemed a dark and dangerous place. On such a bloody night in the Imperial Palace

Lia was caught by Deculein.

He was looking at her with suspicion in his eyes. It was natural since Lia had mentioned the divine language in her haste.

Ill ask again. How do you know about the divine language?

Deculein asked. His tone was demeaning.

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