"Black magic!?" Lamina shouted, padding forward to halt next to Petra.
Donatus bowed subtly at the Princess of Werleria. "Princess Lamia".
"Sir Donatus", she bowed back.
Lyzebel then padded into the ballroom, standing at a distance as she watched the people in the centre.
Donatus cleared his throat, "We have reasons to believe the presences of black magic in this palace".
"And what proof do you have of such claim?" Lamia asked.
"We received a complain".
Petra's brows furrowed, "From who?—"
"Me".
Lucien stepped forward, halting next them. He kept his hands in his pocket, carrying on a bored expression as he gazed at Donatus.
Petra's brows quirked, "P- Prince Lucien?" She snarled, "What nonsense is this, prince Lucien!? How can you place such a baseless claim at my late husband's m
