At that moment, Quincy quietly frowned, and she had already guessed it was Morticia.

"Are you from the fiend race? Why have you shown up at the South Cloud World all of a sudden?" she said coldly.

Immediately, the crowd was in an uproar and the officials quietly exclaimed.

"This woman is from the fiend race?"

"Hasn't the power of the fiend race been wiped out from The Nine Mainland? Why did they appear again?"

As the crowd exclaimed, Morticia had rapidly moved above the main hall of the palace and looked down at Quincy. "Are you the Empress of the South Cloud World?"

Her voice was clear with a hint of contempt.

"That's right. I am!" Quincy answered with a straight face.

Morticia smiled and said, "I'm Morticia, one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs. I need your help. I need you to immediately utilize the manpower of the South Cloud World Royals and investigate the Darryl's whereabouts."

Quincy and the officials were stunned and utterly furious.

'This lady isn't just anyone. Turns o