The dizziness of spatial distortion flashed and was gone.
Lilia’s feet landed on solid ground.
A jumble of smells assaulted her nose.
There was the scent of magical spices, the aroma of food.
And the burnt odor of magitech machinery in operation.
Magic City Yasra, she was here!
Lilia tightened her grip on the token hidden deepest in her embrace.
Its cool touch emboldened her.
A royal sword!
A pardon token!
A super invincible supreme VIP black card!
Her mind was already conjuring up various scenarios.
Storming into the most luxurious restaurant in the demon capital.
Flipping the menu to the last page.
Pointing at the most expensive dish name followed by a long string of zeros, raising her chin at the waiter:
“This one, this one, and this one… except for these few, bring me all the rest! Put the bill on that woman’s tab! Meow!”
Or perhaps, strolling down the street, seeing some demon noble she didn’t like.
Making him kneel and polish her shoes.
Refusing?
Fine, she’d slap the token right into the face of the city guard captain:
“You! Yes, you! Confiscate his entire estate! Meow!”
“Hehe… hehehe…”
Lilia couldn’t help but giggle, her shoulders shaking.
“Miss.”
A cold voice sounded behind her, making her whole body stiffen.
It was Lilith.
Lilia’s laughter stopped.
She whirled around.
The Head Maid was looking at her with those silver eyes.
Damn it!
She almost forgot, she had a supervisor with her!
Lilia’s little face stiffened.
She put away that pathetic expression, forcing an air of authority.
She cleared her throat, put her hands behind her back, took a couple of paces, imitating Lucia’s usual tone.
“Sister Lilith, where are we going now? Meow?”
She raised her chin, looking at the other out of the corner of her eye.
“Are we going straight to those fat pigs’ homes and stringing them up from the rafters? Meow?”
Lilith gave a slight bow, her movements precise.
“Miss, by protocol, we must first go to the ‘Imperial Envoy’s Residence’ at the Central Administrative Hall to settle in.”
Protocol?
We have to follow the rules?
Half of Lilia’s enthusiasm deflated.
She thought she could get straight to work!
Lilith’s voice sounded again, very low.
Each word clearly reached Lilia’s ears.
“His Majesty wishes to see more than just the result.”
Lilia’s heart skipped a beat.
That perverted woman…
She didn’t just want her to be a debt-collecting thug!
This was a test!
If she failed… her specially-made fish jerky with deep-sea fish oil would really fly away!
Lilia immediately suppressed all her messy thoughts.
Her little face was taut, trying hard to look reliable.
“Of course I know that, meow!”
She spoke with forced bravado.
“I… I was just testing you earlier! To see if your professional skills as Head Maid have slipped! Meow!”
Lilith’s head bowed a little lower:
“Yes, Miss is far-sighted. It was Lilith speaking out of turn.”
That’s more like it!
Lilia felt comforted, regaining a bit of that “Imperial Envoy” feeling.
“Hmph, then let’s go! To that whatever… residence! This official is going to start handling official business! Meow!”
She waved her little hand, strode out with a swagger that disowned all relatives, and charged out of the teleportation hall first.
…
At the entrance of the Yasra Central Administrative Hall.
The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
When Lilia’s small figure appeared.
The crowd of demon officials in the hall immediately shrank by half, “whooshing” down to kneel in unison.
At the front was a middle-aged demon, so fat he seemed to be oozing oil, wearing the official robes of the Finance Minister.
His two pencil-thin mustaches trembled with nervousness.
“We welcome Lady Lilia—!”
The整齐的喊声 echoed through the hall.
Lilia stood at the entrance, looking at the scene.
Her vanity was immensely satisfied.
At the Evernight Palace, she was a pet everyone wanted to pinch the cheeks of.
But here, she was “Lady Lilia”!
This feeling… was so good!
She puffed out her flat little chest.
Imitating Lucia’s manner, she walked in with a stern face.
Each step made the kneeling officials bury their heads lower.
She walked straight to the huge, ornate chair at the very front.
She wanted to sit down gracefully like Lucia did.
But the chair was too high, she could only climb up using both hands and feet.
Once seated, her two little legs in white stockings still dangled in mid-air.
“Alright, all of you, get up. Kneeling like this, people might think I did something to you, meow.”
She waved her little hand impatiently.
Only then did Finance Minister Barto, leading the group of officials.
Tremblingly stand up, each one with head bowed, even their breathing softened.
The entire upper echelons of the demon capital had heard.
This little loli before them was the pet of that supreme existence.
A few days ago, she had just thrown Succubus Queen Freya into a bathing pool.
The result?
She herself was unscathed, while Freya was placed under house arrest by Her Majesty.
This kind of person, they couldn’t afford to offend.
Lilia thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of everyone being afraid of her.
She cleared her throat, trying to disguise her milky voice with authority.
“This! Off! I! Cial!”
She enunciated each word heavily.
“My arrival this time is by His Majesty’s decree, to thoroughly investigate the case of the profit shortfall at the ‘Heart of Titan Magic Plantation’!”
That one sentence made all the officials below freeze.
“Bring me all the related account books! Now! Immediately! At once! Meow!”
Finance Minister Barto’s face fat squeezed together as he hurriedly stepped forward with a smile.
“Lady Lilia, you must be tired from your journey.”
“Perhaps you should rest in the rear courtyard first?”
“This humble official has prepared refreshments for you, and some fresh elven flower tea from the Low Whisper Forest…”
Before he could finish.
Smack!!
A crisp sound!
Lilia directly slammed that pitch-black token.
Hard onto the ebony table before her!
The sound wasn’t loud, but it instantly silenced the hall, making everyone’s heart skip a beat!
The gazes of all officials were nailed to that token.
On the back of the token, that ancient magical script representing the Demon King Lucia’s true name.
Emitted an aura that made their souls tremble!
Seeing this object was like seeing His Majesty in person!
The fake smile on Barto’s face froze.
Cold sweat seeped from his forehead, trickling down his plump cheeks.
His legs went weak, thump, he knelt down again, the floor shaking slightly.
“This humble official deserves death! This humble official deserves death! This humble official will go handle it at once!”
Only then did Lilia snort with satisfaction, retrieving the token back into her embrace.
“I told you to bring the account books, and you’re babbling about flower tea?”
She used her milkiest voice to say the most aggressive words.
“What, do you want this official to go to your storeroom and move them myself? Meow?”
Soon, several dozen attendants pushed in carts piled high with account books.
Stacked together, they were taller than Lilia sitting in the chair.
Lilia casually pulled out one, pretending to look through it.
The next second, she regretted it.
It was filled with twisting demon script and numbers.
Things like “administrative loss,” “transportation depreciation,” “maintenance costs”… made her head spin.
She shot a pleading glance at Lilith beside her.
Lilith understood, stepped forward, and picked up an account book.
Her fingers flew across the pages, almost leaving afterimages.
In less than ten seconds, she put the book down.
She leaned down, close to Lilia’s ear.
In a voice only the two of them could hear, she uttered two words.
“Fake.”
“All wrong.”
Lilia’s little face instantly darkened.
She knew it!
These bastards were definitely up to no good!
Just then, an attendant hurried in from outside.
Hands respectfully presenting a luxurious invitation embossed with magic crystal and gold leaf.
“Lady Lilia, Duke Valerian, jointly with several nobles, is hosting a welcoming banquet for you tonight at the ‘Eternal Feast Hall’.”
“Duke Valerian?” Lilia tilted her head.
Lilith whispered in her ear:
“The biggest maggot in the account books.”
Lilia understood.
A trap banquet.
Just started checking the accounts, and immediately an invitation to dinner.
Clearly trying to probe her background and give her a warning at the same time.
Scare this kitty?
Lilia wasn’t angry, she instead laughed.
She took the invitation, didn’t even look at it, casually tossed it aside.
She raised her chin towards the attendant still bowing and waiting for a reply.
Opened her mouth with her milky voice, but the sound carried throughout the hall.
“Go back and tell them.”
“Tell their cooks to wash their hands clean, and prepare every single dish on the menu for this official!”
“This official is going to eat them poor tonight! Meow!”