“As a Hero, I wish I had this kind of power.”
Xia Li crossed her legs and indulged in the fantasy.
Day one, protect the Engelia Empire.
Day two, protect my Engelia Empire.
Day three, no beef for me.
But as the Demon King, having only a tenth of her magic was still too little.
Under the Demon King’s command were seven Demon Generals—game bosses second only to the Demon King himself.
Each of them was a ruthless force capable of wiping out entire nations single-handedly.
Most of Xia Li’s losing endings in the game were caused by those seven Demon Generals!
If those guys found out their current Demon King was a “fake,” and in such bad shape, they’d strip her bare and devour her whole without hesitation.
“Maybe I should pick one of the Demon Generals I don’t like and kill them as a warning?”
Xia Li changed to a more comfortable position on the throne, lying down.
With her current strength, instantly casting Forbidden Curse Magic to take out one Demon General was still doable.
But after that, her magic would be completely drained, leaving her weak and vulnerable.
She thought it over and decided against it.
After all, those seven Demon Generals all had distinct personalities and styles, but were undeniably adorable girls, flawless from appearance to figure—she had no interest in abusing her “sisters.”
For now, she just needed to maintain the disguise.
Xia Li was confident that once she recovered to fifty percent—no, even thirty percent of her power, she could handle the entire Demon Race.
“Clatter!”
Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind blew open the palace window.
A swarm of dark bats poured in like a tide, filling the room with a chorus of sharp, piercing “squeaks” that hurt the ears.
What the heck?!
Stunned, Xia Li watched as the bats gathered midair, transforming into a petite girl who gently descended, her tender bare feet touching the stone tiles.
The girl was barely over 1.4 meters tall, with softly curled golden hair resting on her shoulders, blood-ink-colored eyes gleaming with mischief, two small fangs peeking from her lips, and clad in a black gothic long dress. Bat-shaped wings behind her quivered slightly with each breath.
“Demon King, after three hundred years, you have finally awakened.”
The golden-haired girl delicately pinched the sides of her skirt and bent her knees slightly.
“Liliveil Christina.”
Xia Li’s pupils contracted, instinctively whispering the name.
One of the seven Demon Generals, the lord of the Blood Clan, who had caused the Main Character dozens of corrupt endings, her lust surpassing even the succubi—Liliveil!
Just as she was thinking about the Demon Generals, one of them came knocking?!
And her magic hadn’t even recovered yet!
Even if she wanted to use Forbidden Curse Magic now, she couldn’t.
Xia Li’s heart pounded fiercely.
She absolutely could not let Liliveil realize she was a fake!
I am Demon King Sislia, I am Demon King Sislia, I am Demon King Sislia… Xia Li silently repeated in her mind, as if trying to brainwash herself.
She, Sislia, opened her eyes again, and her aura subtly shifted; a faint, elusive curve appeared at the corner of her lips. “Little princess of the Christina Family, you’ve grown so much.”
“It is truly my honor that the Demon King remembers me.”
Liliveil said “honor” without the slightest hint of reverence.
Her aggressively invasive gaze openly sized Sislia up, especially focusing on her chest and feet.
“Demon King, you’ve changed quite a bit too.”
Liliveil’s tongue lightly licked the dry corner of her lips.
Compared to three hundred years ago, when the Demon King wore military uniform and led the Demon Army across the battlefield, the current Demon King had become this tiny figure.
She looked… excessively cute.
It was impossible not to feel an urge to bully her!
This was the Demon Race’s Demon Queen, the Great Hero, the Savior!
If only she could trample such a supremely noble figure underfoot, watching the shame on her face as she suffered…
Ah~ what could be a more delicious sight in the world!
Imagining such a scene, Liliveil’s wings fluttered slightly with excitement.
She really wanted to tie the Demon King up and take her home right now!
“…” Sislia listened to Liliveil’s heavy breathing and didn’t need to guess what indecent images were filling her head.
She had to find a way to dispel this foul notion!
Better to be vigilant than caught off guard.
Sislia certainly did not want to unknowingly drink tea laced with some strange pink potion one day; to have a Magic Suppression Tool applied; to step into a Taboo Magic Trap that warped her sense of reality…
All these were methods she had encountered in the game.
God only knew if these tricks would even work on the Demon King.
“How has the Demon Race developed during my slumber?” Sislia steered the conversation back to serious matters.
Knowing the story well, she already knew the answer.
But as the Demon King, she would naturally first care about the livelihood and politics of her people upon waking.
She absolutely could not break character!
“Demon King, do you want to talk about such boring things right after waking up?” Liliveil appeared beside Sislia in a blink, sitting on the armrest of the throne.
“Don’t you want to do something more interesting?”
Liliveil leaned forward, flaunting a figure that belied her height, her cleavage exposed through the neckline, and her right hand reaching toward Sislia’s thigh.
“Slap!”
Sislia brushed Liliveil’s hand away. “The magical residue is too obvious.”
“As expected of the Demon King, it’s not that easy to lay hands on you,” Liliveil said, extinguishing the drowsiness spell she’d been about to cast, smiling as if caught doing something naughty was the best thing in the world.
Truly the worst-tempered Demon General.
“Do you know what consequences this will have?” Sislia snorted lightly.
“Demon King, have you forgotten? You once said that to motivate us Demon Generals, we could try to defeat you anytime and by any means.” Liliveil shrugged.
Sislia was taken aback.
Was that so?
The Demon King from three hundred years ago was really out of her mind!
Wasn’t she just digging a pit for her successors?
“Ahem, back to business.” Sislia brought the conversation back on track.
“I’m not sure; Lucyfer has been managing developments. I’ve been sleeping most of the time these past years.” Liliveil leaned back on the throne.
“And the war between the Demon Race and humans?”
“War? It’s still going on, I suppose.” Liliveil sneered. “Those despicable humans of the Engelia Empire keep stirring up trouble along the border.”
Since the Hero died three hundred years ago, no one stronger than the seven Demon Generals had appeared in the Engelia Empire.
Those vermin feared the Demon Generals and the Demon King who could awaken at any time, so they dared not officially declare war but refused to give up the Demon Race’s territory and resources.
So they constantly caused destruction at the border—trespassing, spreading poison, driving monsters, pillaging and burning—using every means imaginable.
If not for the Engelia Empire’s divine protection weakening the Demon Race’s invading forces, Liliveil would have already burst into the main city and blown it up with Forbidden Curse Magic.
“Demon King, I have a suggestion.”
Liliveil’s lips curled upward. “Since you have awakened, why not show a glimpse of your power and intimidate those offending humans?”
Sislia was no fool; she understood Liliveil’s meaning perfectly.
This was clearly a test of her strength!
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