C176 Self-Proclaimed Queen

With two guards standing beside her, Berenice stood outside Asmodeus’s cell, her hands planted firmly on her hips. Her sharp gaze locked onto the imprisoned demon, her voice unwavering as she demanded, “Where did you put the bust?”

Asmodeus didn’t flinch. His expression remained calm, his eyes narrow and piercing, glinting like black jewels in the dim light of the torch