Blake had just been leaning on the side of Bettany’s rocking chair, when he stood up instinctively.

They hadn’t noticed Lilly’s things coming out, thinking that she had taken them out from her bag…

He lowered his voice at once. “Lilly, take the stone out!”


Lilly did not really understand, but obediently took out the stone as she looked at Blake. “Daddy, what’s going on…”

Was the Palace of The Ruler of Hell not good?

Before Blake could speak, Anthony lowered his voice and said, “Don’t let other people see that your Palace of The Ruler of Hell can hold things, alright?”

Lilly nodded. “I understand that, but Daddy, Uncle Anthony and everyone else aren’t outsiders.”

That was why she didn’t hide it.

She didn’t expose anything when she was outside just now, this was still something she understood!

The rocks in Edward’s hands fell with a clatter.

The palm-sized rocks had been broken off the giant rock by Lilly.

He had not expected that space would actually exist.

Edward could not get over this shocking fact. He stared at the rocks, and then at Lilly’s Palace of The Ruler of Hell pendant. He felt as if he was living in a novel.

Just then, Jack came in. “Sir, there’s someone claiming to be Blake’s niece saying that she’d like to see Old Mrs. Crawford.”

Blake’s gaze grew cold.

Anthony did not even hesitate. “No.”

Lilly raised her head all of a sudden, glancing at the front door.

“No, Uncle Anthony, we’ve got to see her.”

Blake lifted Lilly into his arms. “Let’s go upstairs. We’ll let Uncle Anthony handle this.”

Lilly: Huh? Wait…

She wanted to see herself!

She could sense a familiar aura!

Pablo squinted slightly, lowering his voice. “It’s the aura of that traitor. The nerve to show up here in person.”

He could not figure out what this person was here for, and said, “Lilly, listen to your Dad. Go upstairs for now.”

best thing to do was to hide and

hidden one. Got it?” Pablo wanted to impart some deep wisdom on being wary of what traitors could be

Master. So we’re going to

Pable: ……

That, that wasn’t wrong…

mother held back their overwhelming emotions as they walked in together. Blake had just been

to not be

of all, it was near impossible for anyone else

almost like a palace… It definitely

snuck a glance around her. The

the house. They even had their own little forest,

modestly, with hints of luxury here and there. She could not describe what kind of aesthetic it

grassy plain in front of the main building,

another curious glance at

joyously. “So this is cousin

was even bigger than

stared ahead of her with lit up eyes, at the fairytale-like castle of a

a field even bigger than the football field

to live here would yield

seen the Crawford household, Yena

was practically a little shoplot built on the

all her classmates— no, the whole school, when

she was going to bring her

wanted

of familiarity at the sight of Bettany. She felt

Mrs. Crawford! I’m the lover of Shane Hatcher of the Alfornada Hatchers, my

is my daughter, Yena Hatcher. Say hi to

sweetly at once, “Hello,

in her hands, her tone soft and adorable. “For you, Grandma Crawford! Mom and I picked this out

just a little token. I hope you like

Bettany’s expression was stony.

to not

neor impossible for onyone else to step foot into the Crowford

huge, olmost like o poloce… It definitely mode one nervous being

o glonce oround her.

gorden in the front ond bock of the house. They even hod their own little forest, with woterfolls

done modestly, with hints of luxury here ond there. She could not describe whot kind of oesthetic it

ploin in front of the moin building, with o jocket

onother

skipped olong the pebbled poth joyously. “So this is

bigger thon her

stored oheod of her with lit up eyes,

furnished, o field even bigger thon the

oble to live here would yield the envy of

she hod seen the Crowford household, Yeno thought thot her fother’s house could hordly

Crowford household, it wos procticolly o little shoplot built on the side of o rood

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