“So, you see, we’re all afraid of Queen Evelyn, because it feels like staring into a bottomless abyss.”
Circir continued her incessant, enthusiastic chatter while performing various office tasks beside the young girl.
Although her sensitive eardrums stung a bit, the information tumbling from Circir’s mouth included many things the girl was hearing for the first time, so she didn’t find it particularly annoying.
“It can’t be helped; we can only follow the current Noel. Since there’s no other way out, we just have to live according to the trajectory of life, don’t we?”
“It’s good that you can understand that.”
The Ogre Og Gorigor, the Succubus Circir—just like these two, there were actually many monsters living among humans within the territory of the Noel Kingdom.
High-ranking monsters possessed intelligence similar to humans, which meant they could live together.
Among these beings, those who resembled humans, possessing at least four limbs, five facial features, and the ability to communicate through speech, were called ‘Demons.’
Of course, there was no doubt that they were treated poorly; after all, they were once the subordinates of the former Demon King Noel, and now lived as defeated soldiers and captives.
The world was not so kind as to extend a warm hand to these beings.
Encountering withheld wages was commonplace, and if they slightly displeased a local slave owner, they could quickly be sentenced to death by fire.
Therefore, these Demon or monster groups were like time bombs that could explode at any moment to Erica—bombs where she didn’t even know where the remote control was kept.
In recent years, due to disgruntled monsters launching riots like Goblins from time to time, trouble had appeared all over Noel…
If these malicious incidents were allowed to continue, Noel’s manpower and resources would be wasted for nothing, and the nation’s power would naturally weaken until it was hollowed out.
So, even if she was called the ‘Calamitous Enchantress,’ Erica still hoped to formulate regulations to eliminate the groundless discrimination against monsters.
However, those workshop owners who had tasted the sweetness of cheap labor fiercely opposed the Monster Human Rights Act, making it difficult to implement various decrees.
One might say they had reached a point where it was difficult to move even an inch.
Just attempting to classify the Demon race—including Succubi and Ogres—as beings equal to ‘demi-humans’ like Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Fairies had already stirred up an incredibly passionate wave of protest.
Those workshop owners had laid down right in front of the palace gates to protest.
“Giving monsters a minimum wage? Isn’t that just telling us small and medium workshop owners to go die!”
“Everyone, lie down! We’re sleeping here today! We won’t stop until the decree is withdrawn!”
Recalling similar situations, Circir couldn’t help but snort, letting out a “Hmph~ hmph~” cold laugh.
“But we still have hope. One day, the Savior, Lord Noel, will descend upon this rotten land again and create a new world where all living beings coexist in peace and are treated as equals!”
The Succubus Circir, like a fanatical believer of the former Demon King, clenched her fists tightly as she spoke.
Speaking of which, the belief in the Demon King Noel as a savior was a common phenomenon among monsters.
The Ogre Gorigor had also said that the only king was Demon King Noel.
What exactly made these monsters so loyal to a Demon King who had been dead for a hundred years?
Was it merely because of the story’s setting, or was it a result of their despair and dissatisfaction with the status quo?
Erica thought that there might be clues here for driving or controlling monsters.
Propping her chin on her small hand, she asked Circir, “On what basis do you think Noel will return? What’s the reason? As far as I know, the four families joined forces to tear him to pieces, burn his body, scatter his ashes, and completely destroy all his life force.”
The wise Callista family, the brave Leones family, the free Pollenbeck family, and the pious Draco family.
In the story, the four great families united to launch an anti-demon rebellion and finally succeeded.
Among them, the Callista family, which contributed the most and preserved its strength most completely at the end, inherited the throne through an agreement.
That was the story known to the general public, but Erica always felt that the monsters might know some unknown secrets.
The Succubus Circir gave an “Uhehe” sinister laugh, her face shrouded in a shadow exclusive to villains, and her voice dropped low: “His Majesty Noel has already returned. He’s not dead yet! This is the proof. Long live His Majesty Noel!”
“Swish!” Circir waved her hand at the void like a performer. The movement looked like she was ‘manipulating’ empty air molecules, but… Erica could somewhat understand what that meant.
“I say, Circir… you wouldn’t happen to have a [System], would you? You know, like a panel in front of you?”
“Yes! This is the great power that only the loyal servants of Lord Noel can possess!”
“Ooh!”
With eyes shining, Erica felt a shiver of excitement and couldn’t help but hop twice on the spot. Her skirt fluttered up and down in the air, creating a white wave.
A panel? Now that she mentioned it, there was indeed such an entry.
The original novel “The Flower of Evil” was a popular work, but it also had some controversial parts, especially the settings that were criticized for being ‘too convenient’ and ‘cliché power fantasy.’
That was what was usually called a [Status Bar]—a personal system that listed information such as level, skills, and titles.
At the time, Xiao Jun also felt that this setting was too simple and lacked sincerity, so she skipped over those text-heavy parts and only took a cursory glance before returning to the main plot.
But now, facing this situation in reality, Erica, who had once gone through a chuunibyou phase, desperately longed for that status bar to appear before her as well.
At the same time, she was incredibly frustrated as to why her current self didn’t have such a thing.
If she did, breaking the story framework, punching the big guys, suppressing Evelyn, and then getting all close and cozy with beautiful girl teammates along the way would surely be a piece of cake, right? Dammit!
In short, Circir possessed a system window.
Like she was performing a King’s new magic, Circir lightly waved her arm at the air where nothing could be seen.
“This is a unique magic belonging only to Lord Noel—composed of Revelation, Foresight, and Bestowal magic granted to his followers. Having this means that Lord Noel is still alive somewhere in this world.”
A unique magic, meaning [Creation Magic]? Knowledge lined up in Erica’s mind like she was flipping through an encyclopedia.
“If we’re talking about [Creation Magic], does that refer to personal magic that only elite mages of the fifth tier or higher are eligible to possess?”
“Exactly.”
To use an analogy, [Creation Magic] was like those very unique signature moves—like Bilibili coin railguns, Specium rays, or Breathing Styles—specific to a mage.
Circir waved her hand cutely.
“To be honest, magic can only be called magic if it reaches at least the fifth tier. Anything lower than that level is just some faker’s tricks.”
“Is that so.”
Only mages above the fifth tier can be considered true mages?
If you put it that way, the number of people in this world who could be called mages probably barely reaches double digits.
“By the way, Lord Noel was the first and last unique genius mage to reach the tenth tier! No, he was the King of Mages, practically a Demon God! He even possessed three innate magics…”
Erica had also heard this story. It was said that the Demon King had reached the power of the tenth tier during his lifetime, enough to desecrate and distort the laws of the world.
According to the legends, it had already transcended the concept of magic and reached a realm similar to divine power or the authority over rules.
That overflowing, massive power eventually left a huge crack in the world that was difficult to repair.
In every respect, it was a truly ‘massive’ rift.
Could it be that her falling into this strange world was also due to the influence of a space-time rift?
Also, how did you four families manage to defeat this bug-like existence back then?
However, Erica could also understand; there were likely exaggerations involved.
Otherwise, how could the four families’ resistance back then be portrayed as heroic and the battle as tragic?
It was just historical revisionism—nothing to be ashamed of.
Just as Erica’s thoughts were in a whirl, Circir spoke again.
“You said you’re a Half-Elf, right? Then you should be able to receive Lord Noel’s blessing. Do you want me to help?”
“Re-really? Is that okay?”
“Of course! I don’t know why, but Elves and Succubi have many similarities. It’s probably because Elves wanted to imitate superior Succubi like us, so they became similar.”
A system worth 12 gold coins?
She had already planned to give up on it, but at this moment, Erica unexpectedly felt like she had stumbled upon a huge bargain.