The next day, Via received a gift.
It was sent by the Demon Lord.
Early in the morning, receiving a gift handed over with utmost respect by a Shadow Demon made Via feel a bit uneasy.
She opened the gift box, revealing the Demon Lord’s elegant and delicate handwriting—
“My dear sister Via, you might have gone a bit too far with your actions. However, ultimately, it’s Miu Li’s fault. I have already punished her. Please don’t use such extreme means of retaliation next time~”
At the bottom of the gift box were several paper slips.
“Senior, are you sure it’s okay to open these just like this?”
Cecilia watched with concern.
Yesterday, Via had just torn things apart with the Dark Elf, and now the Demon Lord had sent a gift.
Something about it just felt off.
“It should be fine. She wouldn’t play tricks on me in matters like this.”
Although Via had her doubts, she maintained a calm front in Cecilia’s presence.
She picked up the slips and flipped them over.
What appeared before her eyes was that familiar Dark Elf.
But in these “paper slips,” the vengeful Dark Elf lord wasn’t the poised and elegant figure from their encounter yesterday.
Instead, her eyes were glazed over, her body slumped on the ground, with faint reflections of moisture nearby.
Her clothes were disheveled, as if she had just been roughly grabbed and handled.
Via quickly covered the slips again.
“Senior? What’s wrong?”
Cecilia asked, puzzled by Via’s sudden movement.
“Ahaha, nothing, nothing. Just… a simple sigh,” Via said, tucking the slips into her bosom casually.
The Demon Lord really had a twisted sense of humor, going so far as to preserve such images.
Poor Miu Li—so loyal to the Demon Lord, yet after being toyed with like this, the very Demon Lord she admired and respected took the chance to leave such a “souvenir” for others to see while she was unconscious.
“Senior, many people in the Demon Realm aren’t too welcoming towards me.”
“That doesn’t matter. I never planned to live in the Demon Realm anyway. If you’re not there, those people won’t be able to come after you easily.”
And honestly, they might not even dare.
The Saintess was still strong.
Even if she couldn’t defeat those Demon Lords outright, she was definitely enough to be a serious headache for them.
Via didn’t mind this at all.
Using the convenience of commanding front-line demon troops, Via was preparing to settle down at the front lines.
In theory, the Demon Realm was a safe and reliable place for demons.
But for Via, it only meant her every move would be constantly monitored.
If she could establish a foothold outside, she could gradually build her own power and break free from the control of the Demon Lord and other Demon Lords.
Her time as a Demon Lord was still short.
Despite the little Demon Lord always calling her “Sister Via,” the Demon Lord was old enough to be her ancestor.
Within the demon ranks, she had neither seniority nor prestige.
Luckily, the Demon Lord granted her a certain degree of freedom at the front lines.
She couldn’t afford to waste that “favor.”
***
Demon Lord’s Court.
Lilith stood on the balcony, gazing into the distance.
“Demon Lord, the Succubus Lord and the Saintess she harbors expressed dissent within the Demon Lord’s castle yesterday.”
Beside Lilith, a thick mist whispered softly.
This mist appeared formless, but within it faint human-like contours could be discerned.
“What did she say?”
“She considers the demons part of her revenge campaign, and in her words, she even tried to push Your Excellency off the Demon Lord’s throne.”
The mist swirled around the Demon Lord, murmuring quietly.
“Did she really say that?”
“Indeed.”
“Interesting,” Lilith smiled, revealing her fangs, “I have treated her well, so why does she always want to overthrow me~”
“Demon Lord, shall I handle this traitor for you?”
“No need. This is quite entertaining, isn’t it?”
Lilith swung her legs, combing her smooth long hair.
“Have the Demon Lord armies assigned to subdue the Blood Clan been dispatched?”
“They have. This campaign is led by the Lord of Demons. If all goes as expected, it should proceed smoothly.”
“I trust him to lead.”
The Demon Lord placed great trust in this Lord of Demons.
If any race within the demon kind symbolized absolute power, it was the demons themselves.
Demons differed significantly from most other demons.
They were the oldest and strongest among the demon species.
Originally, the demon race was composed chiefly of demons, but as different species joined and many strange clans appeared, the concept of distinct demon species blurred.
“The Blood Clan just ended communication with us. They made it clear they would never consider our proposals. In short, they look down on us. We must properly deal with my ‘partners.’”
The main reason Lilith was unpopular with the Blood Clan was simple: the Blood Clan despised a Demon Lord with low rank and impure blood.
Before Lilith became Demon Lord, she was timid by nature.
But then, she underwent a drastic change…
“As for the treatment of that Demon Lord…”
“I’ll just warn him a few more times. He’ll remember next time.”
Leaning back in her chair, Lilith’s mind echoed with Via’s stubborn gaze—the former Saintess held a special fascination for the Demon Lord, especially when Via’s frequent displays of stubbornness sometimes seemed deliciously tempting.
For now, she felt it unwise to worsen relations with this Demon Lord.
Among the thirteen Demon Lords, Via was relatively weak.
That was indisputable.
But in terms of understanding humans, no one could surpass Via, who was once a pure-blooded human herself.
One big reason the Demon Lord was courteous to Via was that courting Via truly benefited the demons.
At least, someone like Via shouldn’t be left inside the Demon Realm—they needed to be sent outside.
“My dear sister Via, how much longer before you step into my trap…”
The Demon Lord’s soft lips muttered something terrible.
Of course, no one else heard these words.
Lilith never fully opened her heart to outsiders.
Some things, when spoken aloud, only invite trouble.
Better to keep them to herself.
At this moment, just outside the Demon Realm, Via shivered all over.
“What’s wrong, Senior?”
“Nothing much. Just feel like someone’s muttering about me.”
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