Inside her workspace, Liliana sat at ease, occasionally flipping through documents.
It had been nine months since Leon's departure, and her appearance had changed slightly.
The cold, indifferent expression that once defined her beautiful face had softened, now carrying a calm, serene air.
Her figure, too, had grown slightly fuller, with her curves more pronounced than before.
Her long white hair, usually worn loose, was now tied up in a neat bun that added to her elegant allure.
"Drought problems, huh? What a troublesome natural disaster," she murmured, eyes scanning the document in her hand.
Last summer had been strange—unlike any she had experienced before.
The sun had felt harsher, the heat more intense than in previous years.
Drought struck rivers, lakes, and springs across most of the Demon race's eastern coastal cities.
Even major hubs like Bargaret, a key trade center in the east, and Erantum, the Empire's capital, had not been spared.
