“Lord Demon King.”
A woman dressed in priestess vestments pushed open the door. However, her attire differed from that of an ordinary temple priestess. Adorned with a cross featuring a blood-red rose and designed with a lack of modesty… she looked more like a profane priestess than a holy one.
“This is the intelligence you ordered to be gathered.”
As she spoke, the priestess withdrew a stack of documents from her magic space and handed them to the person she addressed as ‘Lord Demon King.’
“Mm, thank you for your hard work.”
At that moment, the moonlight from the window happened to shine into the room, illuminating the figure sitting in the chair.
Silver hair, identical to the moon in the sky, seemed to shimmer under the light. Her red pupils resembled crystals condensed from blood. Even her fair skin, clad in a black dress and black stockings, and her curvaceous yet youthful figure, all proclaimed her extraordinary nature.
“…Um… Lord Demon King.”
“What is it?”
“By gathering this intelligence, does it mean you are finally ready to take action?”
The priestess wore an expectant expression as she spoke.
“…What are you referring to?”
“To reclaiming the status that originally belonged to us! We, the Blood Race, were once glorious, yet we were suppressed by that demon of unknown origin. In the end, we were forced to submit to another. But now, that demon has just awakened and her strength is at its lowest point. This is the perfect opportunity to defeat her—”
“Stop.”
The silver-haired girl’s tone was calm, yet it carried a powerful pressure that caused the priestess to snap her mouth shut instantly, unable to utter even a single sound.
“That isn’t good. If the Great Demon King were to hear those words, you would likely be executed immediately.”
“…!”
The priestess wanted to say something, but the silver-haired girl’s words left her unable to speak, as if her statement carried the weight of a mandatory command.
No, it wasn’t just ‘as if’ — it was the reality.
The concept of hierarchy was extremely strong among the Blood Race. This wasn’t merely social; it existed on the levels of strength and status.
High-ranking members of the Blood Race were superior to their inferiors in every aspect, including talent and Magic Power. However, compared to the absolute suppression a high-ranking member exerted over a lower one, those former points weren’t even that important.
Among them, the highest-ranking member of the Blood Race — the Blood Queen — was the most powerful. A single word from her could force any other member of the race into submission.
Though, the current Blood Queen had already become one of the Demon Kings under the Demon Race.
“I’ll turn a blind eye this time, but as you know, there won’t be a next time. Now, leave.”
Even if the priestess didn’t want to go, the silver-haired girl’s command forced her to obey. She turned and left.
“…The Great Demon King, huh…”
After the priestess left, the silver-haired girl looked down at the documents in her hand. Flipping to the first page, she saw a photo of a petite, white-haired girl.
This was the Great Demon King. She was the powerhouse who had suppressed and absorbed the Blood Race. She was the existence that had forced the silver-haired girl to her knees, shattering her dignity, and…
At that thought, the silver-haired girl couldn’t help but clench the documents in her hand with fury. By the time she loosened her grip, the papers were completely mangled. Only the photo on top remained intact.
Looking at the photo, the anger in her heart continued to rise.
“Great Demon King Ai Yue… just you wait. I will definitely make you pay…”
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“A… choo.”
Ai Yue was just about to sneeze, but it inexplicably stopped halfway through.
Dammit. If you’re going to sneeze, sneeze. Stopping halfway just makes it more uncomfortable.
‘Should I use a feather to tickle my nose and force the sneeze out?’
“Is something wrong, Master Ai Yue?”
Seeing the displeased expression on her face, Bululu asked from beside her.
“No, it’s nothing. More importantly, is this all the work for today?”
After all, Ai Yue was technically the Great Demon King who ruled the entire Demon Realm. Even if she had a large number of highly capable subordinates — who could be described as workaholics and grinders — she couldn’t truly dump all the work on others. There were still some important documents that needed her eyes as the Demon King.
Although everyone else said things like, “The Great Demon King has just awakened from her slumber and should rest slowly,” or “Leave the work to us, you don’t need to worry about such things,” Ai Yue had decided to help out anyway.
‘Maybe I was a workaholic in my previous life too?’
It felt strange to do nothing but lie in bed and absorb Vitality Essence.
By the way, after receiving information about absorbing Vitality Essence from Fania — that succubus — Ai Yue had tried it out. She discovered she could actually feel and absorb it. Currently, she was passively absorbing the Vitality Essence in the air, so she wouldn’t feel hungry for the time being. Her ability to think had gradually returned to normal, which was why she was able to work properly.
However, it wasn’t that she truly wanted to be a workaholic; she was simply looking for something to do. Besides, this kind of work allowed her to gather a lot of intelligence.
At the very least, she had obtained a lot of information regarding the various tribes currently in the Demon Realm. For instance, the economic situation in the Fourth Demon King’s territory had worsened, but the happiness of the residents had strangely risen instead of falling. Or how those two eccentric characters, the Fifth Demon King and the Sixth Demon King — who didn’t care much for rankings and only cared about research — had collaborated to create something that looked cool but had no apparent use.
“Today’s work… besides these documents, there isn’t much else.”
Bululu flipped through her small notebook, which was filled with daily schedules and various reminders.
Despite Bululu’s usual teary-eyed demeanor, her professional skills in all areas were impeccable for someone serving as the personal maid to Great Demon King Ai Yue. Even as a goblin — a race that matures quickly — being 8 years old made her extremely young for such a position.
“I see…”
Hearing Bululu’s reply, Ai Yue leaned back against her chair with a slight sense of relief.
‘Since the workload isn’t heavy, it should be fine to slow down a little, right?’
Come to think of it, she had worked so hard in her previous life that she eventually forgot her original purpose for creating the game, viewing it only as a job.
‘Sure enough, once a hobby becomes a job, many things change. Thinking of it that way, becoming like this isn’t entirely a bad thing.’
“…Hm, what? Oh… okay.”
Just then, Bululu suddenly received a magical transmission and spoke a few words to the other side.
After hanging up, the goblin girl looked toward Ai Yue.
Being watched like that gave Ai Yue a bad feeling.
“What’s wrong?”
“Um… there has been a change in plans. The guards say a guest has arrived.”
“A guest? Who?”
“…It is the First Demon King.”
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