These words were like a thunderclap exploding in Ling Xiya’s mind.
All her pretenses, all her suppression, and all her internal struggles collapsed at this moment.
‘Master… Master knows everything!’
‘Master doesn’t just know, she… she acknowledged me!’
Her long-suppressed, twisted, and obsessive love and possessiveness were like a beast escaping its cage, instantly devouring her sanity.
Her confusion vanished, and her fear was replaced by an even stronger emotion —
It was ecstasy, excitement, and complete, reckless madness!
‘So, Master also craved me!’
‘So, I wasn’t performing a one-woman show!’
‘So, I can… possess Master!’
This realization made Ling Xiya’s body tremble uncontrollably — not out of fear, but because of extreme excitement.
Her gaze instantly became burning and crazed, her tears replaced by a scalding light.
She looked at the face that haunted her dreams, at the eyes whose magnificent colors she could imagine even when they were closed.
Only one thought remained in her heart — get closer to her, possess her, and become one with her!
No longer able to restrain the impulse within her, Ling Xiya suddenly lowered her head and recklessly kissed Isayate’s lips.
This kiss was different from any cautious touch she had ever attempted before; it was predatory, carrying a madness that bordered on destruction.
She sucked and bit forcefully, as if she wanted to inhale Master’s breath and Master’s soul into her own body.
Her lips stung slightly from the force, and a faint taste of blood spread through her mouth, but the pain only made her more excited, pulling her deeper into the abyss.
Isayate’s body seemed to stiffen slightly, but then, the hand resting on Ling Xiya’s back did not push her away.
Instead, she wrapped her arm around Ling Xiya’s waist with even more force, deepening the kiss.
[………………….]
—
On the other side, a certain queen was not having such a good time…
“Open the city gates! Let us in!”
Over the next few days, the high-ranking members of the Goblin Kingdom underwent an unprecedented “purge.”
One day, an elder died suddenly of a “sudden illness,” and the next, a general perished in an “experimental accident.”
All the goblin nobles who tried to resist or question Viviya disappeared in various bizarre ways within a short period.
No one knew how Viviya did it.
Perhaps she used the poisons she carried with her, perhaps she turned the goblins against each other, or perhaps she truly held the threat of some secret weapon.
Raymond tried to dissuade her, believing this would incite a full-scale goblin rebellion.
But Viviya only looked at him coldly.
“Either follow me, or die with them.”
Raymond fell silent.
Only one week later, Viviya, the exiled Empire Queen, had actually managed to take control of the core power structure of the Goblin Kingdom in an unbelievable manner through assassination, intimidation, and manipulation.
The goblin elders became her puppets, and the entire Goblin Kingdom, shrouded in fear and lies, fell into this woman’s hands.
“From this day forth, all goblins are my slaves!”
Viviya stood upon the throne that once belonged to the goblin king, looking down at the shivering goblins below.
Her voice sounded as if it came from the depths of the nine hells.
“Men, women, and children! Take up your tools! Forge weapons! Dig tunnels! I want to form an army! An army that belongs to me, composed of goblin slaves!”
Her gaze turned north again, toward the direction that once belonged to her, but now flew the flag of the Demon Queen.
“Isayate… I have lost everything, so don’t think you’ll have it easy either!”
A twisted and crazed smile appeared on her face.
“I will show you what kind of power despair can bring forth! I will take these ‘filthy’ creatures and launch a counteroffensive against your Demon King’s city! I will personally… drag you down from that high throne!”
The furnaces of the Underground Kingdom began to operate frantically.
Thick smoke billowed from the chimneys on the surface, merging with the dark clouds in the sky.
The clanging of hammers, the turning of gears, and the suppressed wails of the goblins intertwined into a bizarre battle song.
A massive army of goblin slaves, equipped with all sorts of strange and grotesque weapons, was gradually taking shape under Queen Viviya’s fanatical will.
[Burned out]