The night was as dark as ink, and inside the bedchamber deep within the Demon King’s castle, the sound of music and ambiguous panting intertwined.
On a massive black velvet bed, the silk covers were in disarray.
The Demon Queen, Ishaat, reclined languidly.
Her golden hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her skin held a cold yet alluring luster under the dim light of the Mana Crystal Lamp.
Her long fingers gently stroked the sweat-drenched back of the person in her arms, a faint smile playing on her lips.
The one she held was Ling Xiya.
She curled up in Ishaat’s embrace like a submissive kitten, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hazy as she murmured words of love that only the two of them could understand.
Her world had long since shrunk until only the woman before her remained—her master, her deity, and her everything.
Anyone who tried to separate them was her sworn enemy.
“My master… You are mine…”
Ling Xiya’s voice carried a post-coital rasp and a thick sense of possessiveness.
She reached out her arms, tightly circling Ishaat’s neck, and offered a burning kiss.
Ishaat chuckled softly, her tongue gliding over Xiya’s lips with a hint of teasing.
“Oh? Xiya, you seem exceptionally passionate today.”
“Because… I love you…”
Ling Xiya’s eyes grew even more infatuated.
She rubbed her cheek against Ishaat’s chest like a spoiled child.
“I only want… to be like this with you forever… without anyone disturbing us…”
Just then, a flurry of hurried and panicked footsteps abruptly shattered the enchanting atmosphere of the bedchamber.
The heavy doors were pushed open with a bang, and a trembling, low-level demon scrambled inside, howling incoherently, “My King! Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!! The Northern Wall… the Northern Wall! A massive… a massive army of goblins! The goblin army is attacking!!”
The temperature in the room instantly dropped to the freezing point.
Ishaat’s expression darkened, a flicker of impatience and murderous intent flashing in her eyes.
What she hated most was being disturbed while enjoying tender moments with Xiya.
But the one who reacted even more intensely was Ling Xiya.
The woman who had just been immersed in love abruptly raised her head.
All tenderness vanished from those hazy eyes in an instant, replaced by nothing but bone-chilling madness and fury.
She was like a provoked venomous snake; her pupils constricted suddenly, and her entire body radiated a heart-stopping aura.
“Disturbing…”
Her voice was low and raspy, carrying a hair-raising calm.
“…Disturbing me and Master…”
She slowly sat up from Ishaat’s arms.
Beneath her messy hair, her eyes now held nothing but pure destructive desire.
She didn’t even look at the low-level demon who had burst in; her gaze was fixed intently on the direction outside the palace doors as if she wanted to pierce through that invisible “disturber.”
“Who?”
Ling Xiya asked one word at a time.
The chill in her voice nearly froze the messenger demon.
“Go… Goblins… It is a goblin army… The numbers… there are so many! They… they dug through a tunnel and launched a surprise attack from under the wall…”
The demon continued to explain incoherently.
“Goblins?”
Ishaat arched an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in her eyes that immediately turned into contempt.
“Those filthy ants dare to provoke me?”
She stretched languidly, seemingly not caring about this so-called “great army” at all.
‘Vivya… is it her? That woman I personally dragged down from her high position, who should have died in despair? She actually hasn’t given up and even sought out trash like those goblins? Truly… sickening.’
Ishaat glanced at Ling Xiya, whose aura was becoming increasingly dangerous, and a cruel, playful smile curled the corners of her lips.
She knew that Xiya was completely enraged.
“It seems some blind bugs have interrupted the good time between me and Xiya.”
Ishaat reached out a finger, gently tilting Ling Xiya’s chin up.
Her tone was seductive.
“My Xiya, are you willing to go… and help me clean up all those eyesore bugs?”
Ling Xiya snapped her head around to look at Ishaat.
Those eyes, filled with crazed murderous intent, softened slightly the moment they met Ishaat’s gaze.
They were once again dyed with the colors of infatuation, but the violence within them did not diminish in the slightest.
“Clean up…”
She repeated, as if confirming an order.
Then, she revealed an extremely twisted and excited smile.
“…Yes, Master. I will go… and clean up those ‘bugs’ who disturbed us… every single one of them!”
She would make those fools who dared to disturb her and her master pay the most agonizing price!
She would let them know what a foolish act it was to covet her King and covet their time!
Ling Xiya threw back the covers and stepped off the bed barefoot.
She didn’t even bother to put on her magnificent robes, simply picking up something from the side table by the bed—a small black knife engraved with a red snake.
The blade was sharp, glinting coldly under the light of the Mana Crystal Lamp.
Under Ishaat’s interested gaze, Ling Xiya, dressed only in her thin undergarments, gripped the knife and walked toward the palace doors step by step.
The low-level messenger demon was still slumped on the floor; seeing Ling Xiya like this, he was so terrified he nearly lost control of his bladder.
As Ling Xiya walked past him, she didn’t even spare him a glance.
In her world, aside from Ishaat, everything else—including these “bugs” and the obstructive demon before her—was just trash that needed to be cleared away.
Ishaat walked to the window, pulling aside a corner of the heavy curtains to look toward the Northern Wall.
There, she could vaguely see firelight and chaotic figures.
With a cold smile on her lips, she instructed the guards behind her, “Watch this place. Do not let anyone else come in and disturb me.”
Then, she turned her gaze to Ling Xiya’s receding figure, a hint of anticipation and admiration flashing in her eyes.
Her Xiya was, as expected, the best “weapon.”