Chapter 88: Hahahaha! Your skirt! I got it wet!

The sound of the world vanished.

Lilia could only hear her own heartbeat.

One beat after another, it hammered against her ribs until they ached.

She looked at the figure kneeling on one knee before the bed.

Long black hair fell, revealing a section of fair neck.

That was Lucia.

The Demon King.

The ruler who viewed her as a plaything.

‘She knelt? To me?’

The thought made Lilia’s mind go blank.

She even forgot how to breathe.

This made her feel more overwhelmed than if she had pinned Lucia to the ground with her own hands.

“You… you…”

Lilia opened her mouth.

She couldn’t squeeze a single complete word out of her throat.

Only the “he-he” sound of her breath remained.

She used both her hands and feet to scramble backward.

She wanted to get away from this bizarre scene.

“I said, the rules are the rules.”

Lucia looked up, her expression terrifyingly calm.

There was no humiliation on her face, and no resentment.

“Your attack caused the shield to crack.”

“According to our agreement, it is my turn to receive ‘Sensory Stimulation’.”

Lilia’s heart stopped for a moment, then began to pound wildly.

‘She… she really did it? I can… punish this perverted Demon King?’

‘Electric shocks! Use the strongest current! Let her taste the sensation of her whole body twitching!’

‘Feather tickling! Make her roll around the floor laughing, crying, and begging for mercy!’

“The type and intensity of the punishment are random,” Lucia’s voice interrupted her fantasies.

“You will be the one to activate it.”

“I… I will? Meow?”

Lilia’s brain was still a bit dazed.

“Yes,” Lucia responded with certainty.

“Now, release the spell you want to use most against me. This ‘game’ will automatically convert your attack into ‘Sensory Stimulation’ for me.”

Lilia’s spirit surged.

The opportunity had come!

The spell she wanted to use most?

Was there even a need to ask?!

Lilia’s mouth widened, letting out a “he-he-he” laugh.

She rubbed her hands together and extended her little paws.

She aimed precisely at Lucia’s perfect face.

It was this face that always looked at her with a cold expression while she made a fool of herself!

Today, she would make sure this face was stained with some “good stuff”!

She suppressed all her frustration and desire for revenge at her fingertips.

In her mind, the prank spell model she had practiced privately countless times quickly took shape — an enhanced version of “Bear-Face Chili Water”!

“Accept my judgment! Meow-hahaha!”

She shouted with full strength, thrusting her mana outward.

However —

Her fingertips felt light.

The expected jet of water did not appear.

Only a faint, warm breeze drifted from her fingertips, landing softly on Lucia’s cheek.

It stirred a single strand of her hair.

And then, it was gone.

The wild laughter on Lilia’s face froze.

The room was terrifyingly silent.

“What… what is this? Meow?”

She looked at her fingers in disbelief.

Then she looked at Lucia.

Lucia’s expression didn’t change at all; she simply spoke.

“Hmm, my cheek is a bit itchy.”

Her voice was flat, but it struck hard against Lilia’s heart.

“It seems the game judged that your ‘malice’ was only enough to convert into the most gentle ‘Warm Breeze on Face’.”

Lilia’s mind exploded with a “buzz.”

‘Malice… level too low? Are you kidding me!’

‘I was thinking about using chili water to turn that face into a Red Fuji Apple!’

‘That doesn’t count as malice?!’

“It seems that in your heart, you don’t hate me as much as you say you do.”

Lucia stood up and sat back down on the edge of the bed with an elegant posture.

She returned to being the Demon King who looked down on her.

Those words stung Lilia deeply.

Her face turned pale in an instant.

‘She… she doesn’t hate her? How is that possible!’

The thought sent a chill through her to her very core.

“I hate you! Meow!”

She screamed, her fur standing on end.

“I wish I could kill you right now! I dream about it! Meow!”

She was shouting at Lucia, but it felt more like she was shouting at herself.

“Is that so?”

Lucia looked at her.

“Then prove it to me. For the next attack, use all your power. Let me see exactly how deep your ‘hatred’ goes.”

These words completely set Lilia off.

Prove it?

Fine! She would prove it to her!

Lilia’s chest heaved violently.

She closed her eyes, squeezing every last bit of mana out of her body.

If ordinary spells didn’t work, she would use the most dangerous one!

She poured all her mental energy into sensing, touching, and tearing at the surrounding spatial laws!

For a Tier 2 apostle to touch spatial laws was no different from seeking death.

But the anger from being pushed to the brink caused her to explode.

Her will coalesced against the solid spatial wall, forcibly carving out an invisible crack.

— Spatial Blade!

Lilia snapped her eyes open, her expression frantic and determined.

She felt the invisible blade in her palm.

Sharp pain shot through her, as if it were slicing her hand open.

But she didn’t care!

“This time, I will definitely break through your turtle shell! Meow!”

She roared with her final strength.

She hurled the spatial blade toward Lucia!

The spatial blade made no sound in the air.

Instead, it warped the air along its path.

It pierced right through the purple shield.

There was no resistance at all!

It succeeded!

Lilia’s heart pounded, nearly leaping out of her chest.

However, at the very moment the spatial blade was about to touch Lucia’s body…

Lucia simply raised her hand casually.

She pinched her two slender fingers in the air.

Ting.

A crisp sound rang out.

The spatial blade, capable of cutting through steel and tearing space, shattered piece by piece between her fingertips.

It turned into a shower of light and vanished without a trace.

The excitement on Lilia’s face froze.

‘How… is this possible… She actually used her fingers to…’

A chill rose from the soles of her feet, instantly spreading throughout her body.

Just then —

Drip.

A drop of cool liquid fell from the ceiling.

It fell precisely onto the hem of Lucia’s silk nightgown.

On the black fabric, a small, dark water stain quickly spread.

Time stopped.

Lilia was stunned.

Lucia also looked down, staring at the sudden mark on her hem.

Both of them looked up at the ceiling simultaneously.

Just now, while Lilia was concentrating her mental power on the spatial blade, she had unintentionally drawn in a trace of the Water Element from the air.

A drop of water had quietly condensed on the ceiling.

And now, this water, as a “byproduct” of her attack, had accurately… hit the target.

Although it wasn’t a direct attack, it was indeed caused by Lilia’s mana.

And it had indeed hit Lucia.

Lilia’s gaze moved from the ceiling to Lucia’s eternal, iceberg-like face.

Finally, her eyes locked onto that tiny water stain.

Silence.

The room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard.

1 second, 2 seconds…

“Pfft…”

A suppressed laugh escaped Lilia’s throat.

Immediately afterward, the laughter became uncontrollable.

“Haha… Hahahaha! Meow!”

Lilia clutched her stomach and rolled around on the bed laughing, tears streaming from her eyes.

She could no longer hold back; she leaped up and pointed a finger at Lucia, her voice sharp and arrogant.

“I hit you! I hit you! Meow!”

“Your skirt! Your skirt is wet! Hahahaha! I made it wet! Meow!”