The morning sunlight streamed in through the window.
This was Cecilia’s third day since arriving in the demon-occupied territory.
She rubbed her eyes and looked at the sun already high in the sky.
Getting up when the sun was this high was indeed a rare occurrence for her.
During her time at the church, because she had to pray in the morning and be constantly ready to handle church affairs, she usually got up at the first light of dawn to begin preparing for the day.
And now, she didn’t even need anyone to urge her to get up.
“Yo, you’re awake?”
A familiar voice came from the other side of the room, startling her into instinctively clutching the blanket to her chest.
“Look at how scared you are. Am I really that terrifying?”
The succubus wiping the furniture wore a slightly displeased expression.
Her pale gray long hair looked a bit fluffy in the sunlight…
The first impression was that she looked so soft and fluffy, almost like something you’d want to hug and pet.
Besides, this was Cecilia’s first time seeing Viya in private.
At this moment, Viya was dressed in a very simple house dress, her movements skilled and neat as she wiped the furniture, her long hair cascading down.
Viya’s figure was actually petite, and her chest was hardly large, yet somehow this figure always gave off an air of perfect balance.
When Cecilia usually met her, Viya always wore that black evening gown—intricately hollowed-out fabric and dark tones that amplified her villainous aura. But now…
She simply looked like an utterly adorable girl-next-door.
“…Cecilia, the way you’re looking at me now seems a bit off.”
Viya frowned slightly. Just a moment ago, Cecilia had been startled by her voice; now, she was examining her with a strange gaze.
Via couldn’t help but wonder if the saint’s mind had been rattled by something.
“Ah, sorry…” Cecilia realized her lapse and cleared her throat.
“By the way, why are you in my room? And why are you cleaning?”
You’re a distinguished demon lord; why are you still tidying up yourself?
Although I know you dislike being served by others, it wouldn’t be a problem to have some people come regularly to clean your room, right?
“The entire manor is my palace. Why else would I be here?”
Via shot her a half-annoyed glance.
“As for this, I’m just giving myself some work to do. What, Saint, are you so used to being waited on that it’s forbidden for me, a demon lord, to clean my own room?”
“That’s not it…”
“Get up and eat.”
In the manor’s dining hall, breakfast was already laid out.
As expected, it consisted of meat broth and cheese, paired with bread and roasted meat slices.
Still her style—simple and unpretentious.
“By the way, won’t the demons be upset that I’m here with you?”
Cecilia looked out the bright floor-to-ceiling window toward the city now filled with demons.
“They’ll come looking for me sooner or later. Whether it’s the Demon King or the other demon lords, these guys have always been hostile to me. Now that you’re under my command, they’ll probably come to question me soon enough.” Viya waved her hand disdainfully. “Let them come. They don’t dare do anything to me anyway.”
Among the demons, except for the Demon King, she really wasn’t afraid of anyone.
Of the thirteen demon lords, she was indeed the weakest, but that was only on paper.
In terms of real combat experience, having once been a saint, she had extensive experience fighting demons and wasn’t really afraid of the others.
Viya was somewhat confident in her own strength.
“From now on, you are my personal servant and deputy, though it’s just a title. In reality, you have only one task—to stay by my side and carry out my orders when necessary.”
“Your orders…”
“Don’t worry. I know you still have some illusions about humans. I can give you some time to adjust and won’t order you to kill your own kind.”
“Thank you.”
“But,” as the saint agreed, a shadow flickered in Via’s eyes, “if after I’ve fully considered your feelings, you still betray me, don’t blame me for being ruthless. At that time, I will show you no mercy.”
“Yes.”
The saint obediently accepted everything.
She had no other choice.
After being expelled from the church, she was probably already branded a traitor to all humanity there.
Even if she could return to her homeland, she would likely be immediately attacked by everyone.
How ridiculous.
She was the one betrayed, yet under the grand propaganda, she had become the betrayer.
Cecilia wasn’t angry; she only found it somewhat laughable.
After finishing breakfast, Via opened the doors to her manor, and her demon subordinates poured in.
This place was both her residence and daytime workplace.
The demon front lines now had three battlefronts, with Viya’s position at the center.
To ensure she could grasp the battlefield situation immediately, she stationed herself here so that any problem in the front lines could be conveyed to her at once.
Cecilia watched as some of the demons bore visible wounds, and their gazes were obviously hostile.
She recognized these demons—they were the ones she had personally injured in previous battles.
“Lady Viya, are you really going to accept the saint?”
As expected, when Viya met these demons, they immediately brought up the matter.
“Yes. From now on, former saint Cecilia will be my close deputy and also my servant. I will often dispatch her to deliver orders to you, so be prepared.”
Viya sat in her seat and smiled.
Many of these demons were elite troops.
Unlike many demon lords, Viya didn’t have her own army.
The forces with her now were sent personally by the Demon King…
The caliber of a demon army carefully assigned by the Demon King was self-evident.
“Honorable demon lord, I beg you to reconsider.”
A demon standing at the front straightened his posture and spoke.
“Reason?”
Viya glanced at him briefly.
He was a commander of the demon vanguard, bearing a terrifying burn scar.
From its shape, it was clearly a wound inflicted by a blazing hot sword.
Such a wound was very familiar to Cecilia.
A holy sword.
She had killed many demons of that level on the front lines, and a few who were highly skilled had escaped by a hair.
This one was obviously wounded by a holy sword.
“It’s simple. She’s not a demon. Don’t you think it’s extremely risky to let the most powerful former human join us?”