Deep beneath the lands governed by the Western Nations existed a place that did not officially exist.
It was a subterranean sanctuary hidden far below layers of shifting earth, heavy stone, and incredibly powerful magical barriers designed to deflect any form of magical detection. In this dark abyss, secrets capable of shaking the foundations of entire empires were exchanged as casually as standard morning greetings.
This was the Rosso Family's hidden chamber, a room that felt entirely cut off from the flow of time itself.
The chamber was ancient and circular, lined with massive stone pillars that stretched upward into the darkness.
The surfaces of these pillars were engraved with intricate magic circles so old and archaic that even the most accomplished modern magicians would struggle to decipher a single rune. Countless overlapping layers of concealment barriers coated the walls, creating a suffocating, oppressive sensation that seemed to actively swallow sound itself, trapping every whisper within the stone.
The only illumination came from cold, enchanted crystals embedded deep into the ceiling, casting a pale blue glow that threw long, distorted shadows throughout the room. The shadows clung to the architecture, seeming almost alive as they watched and waited in the silence.
At the far end of the chamber stood an oversized chair carved entirely from smooth black stone.
It was far more of a throne than a simple chair, serving as an absolute declaration of authority rather than a mere piece of furniture.
Seated atop this imposing stone structure was Mariabell Rosso. Despite her physical appearance resembling that of a young, innocent girl, nobody present in the room could ever mistake her for a child.
One look into her cold eyes, which stared down at the world with absolute certainty, shattered any illusion of youth. Her posture radiated a supreme, unshakeable confidence as though every person currently drawing breath across the continent already belonged to her collection of playthings.
A neat stack of intelligence reports rested upon her lap.
One by one, her small fingers turned the pages, reviewing the latest movements across the western territories. With every report she completed, her expression darkened further, her brow furrowing as she processed the data. Finally, with a sharp flick of her wrist, she tossed the entire stack onto the cold floor. The papers scattered carelessly across the stone blocks, catching the pale blue light of the crystals.
"Annoying."
The single word escaped her lips with clear, unfiltered irritation. Nearby, Yuuki Kagurazaka stood completely quiet, his arms crossed casually.
His facial expression remained entirely neutral, displaying an obedient and subservient mask that painted him as the perfect puppet. At least, that was exactly what Mariabell believed him to be.
"The Sorcerous Dynasty and Coleus..."
Mariabell clicked her tongue in sheer annoyance, her voice echoing sharply against the pillars.
"Who would have thought that old elf would move so quickly? The moment that Coleus has been expelled from the Western Nations, Elmesia immediately reaches out to secure a connection."
Yuuki offered a slow, compliant nod.
"A reasonable move from her perspective, considering the shifting balance of power."
Mariabell narrowed her eyes into thin slits.
"It is troublesome. Far too troublesome."
Her gaze drifted back down toward the scattered reports on the floor, mapping out the geopolitical reality in her mind.
"Coleus gains international legitimacy through this arrangement. Sarion gains an immense amount of political influence. And Loki gains powerful allies. The entire board is shifting in a direction I did not authorize."
For several long moments, silence filled the ancient chamber once again. Mariabell remained perfectly still, her mind turning over the variables. Then, a dangerous, calculating smile slowly spread across her face. She looked up at her quiet companion.
"Yuuki."
"Yes, Mariabell-sama," Yuuki replied instantly, his voice dripping with forced devotion.
"Contact Demon Lord Loki."
Yuuki immediately frowned upon hearing the command. It was a tiny, controlled reaction. It was small enough to appear entirely natural for someone considering a risky move, yet large enough to ensure Mariabell would notice it.
Mariabell raised a single eyebrow, her tone dipping into suspicion.
"What is it?"
Yuuki lowered his head respectfully, adopting a posture of deep caution.
"I simply question whether now is the right time to approach him directly, Mariabell-sama."
Mariabell let out a short, mocking laugh.
"And why would that be?"
Yuuki adopted a deeply thoughtful look, stepping forward slightly.
"His rise to prominence has been entirely abnormal. He appeared almost from nowhere, completely bypassing the standard path of monsters. In an incredibly short span of time, he became an awakened Demon Lord. He defeated Clayman before the eyes of all the participants at Walpurgis, thoroughly cementing his position. Furthermore, he commands multiple terrifying subordinates whose individual power levels are completely off the scales."
Yuuki paused briefly, letting the weight of his words settle in the air.
"Three Primordials serve him blindly."
Even Mariabell's eyes narrowed slightly at that detail. Primordial demons were ancient, legendary calamities, not something a ruler could casually dismiss or treat as common soldiers.
Yuuki continued building his case, his voice steady.
"Additionally, Velzard remains near him. The White Ice Dragon herself seems content to linger in his vicinity. His overall military strength continues to grow with each passing week as more monster tribes flock to his banner. And perhaps most concerning of all..."
Yuuki looked upward, staring into the dim shadows of the ceiling.
"We still do not know how powerful Loki himself truly is. We have zero definitive data on his personal combat capabilities."
An heavy silence filled the chamber as Yuuki finished his warning. Mariabell listened patiently to every point, her face unreadable. Then, she laughed. It started as a soft, amused chuckle at first, before expanding into a full, ringing laugh that echoed off the ancient stone pillars. It was the exact kind of laughter one gives after hearing a particularly amusing joke from a child.
"You worry too much, Yuuki,"
Mariabell said, leaning back comfortably against the cold backrest of her black stone throne.
Yuuki lowered his gaze, maintaining his subservient facade.
"Perhaps I do."
Mariabell folded her hands over her knee, looking down at him with immense condescension.
"The fundamental mistake you are making is assuming that all of those grand accomplishments belong to Loki himself. Think about it logically. He possesses exceptionally powerful followers. Excellent. That simply means much of his sudden success and political leverage comes entirely from the actions of those followers, rather than his own merit."
Her dangerous smile widened.
"In reality, powerful subordinates are a ruler's greatest weakness."
Yuuki tilted his head slightly, playing the part of a confused student.
"A weakness?"
"Naturally,"
Mariabell explained, her voice dripping with absolute confidence.
"If I take control of an army, I merely gain an army. If I take control of a kingdom, I merely gain a kingdom. But if I take control of a ruler..."
Her eyes gleamed with an unholy light beneath the blue crystal glow.
"I gain everything they command in a single stroke."
The sheer confidence radiating from her voice was absolute, as though this grand outcome had already been decided by destiny itself.
"As powerful as his individual followers may be, they all orbit around a single, central pillar,"
Mariabell continued, gesturing with her small hand.
"Loki. Control him, and his entire empire, his Primordials, and his territories automatically become mine. The greatest misconception people have regarding power is that raw physical strength matters most. It doesn't."
She pointed a small finger directly toward her own chest.
"Desire matters. Every single living creature desires something. Power, wealth, recognition, affection, purpose, freedom. Even the grandest heroes possess an anchor of greed within their souls." Her smile became almost predatory, her teeth flashing in the dim light. "And my Unique Skill, Greed, has never failed me. It will pierce his hidden desires effortlessly."
Yuuki nodded slowly, keeping his body perfectly still.
"I see. Your logic is flawless."
Internally, however, Yuuki nearly burst out laughing at her incredible delusion. 'Never failed?' he thought, his mind dripping with absolute mockery. 'That is only because you have never tried using it on an actual monster like him. You have never stood in his presence.'
The fundamental problem with Mariabell was that she had never actually met Loki in person. She viewed him purely as a political figure on a piece of paper, a powerful ruler to be manipulated, a useful asset for the Rosso family's global chess game. Yuuki viewed him entirely differently. Having interacted with him, Yuuki viewed Loki as an absolute calamity. A smiling, unpredictable calamity that could flatten entire nations on a whim if he grew bored.
Mariabell suddenly stood up from her throne, her silver robes rustling.
"And if direct mental control somehow fails due to some unforeseen anomaly..."
Her confident smile remained firmly in place.
"Then we simply proceed with our pre-established alternatives."
Yuuki already knew exactly where this line of thought was going, but he played along seamlessly.
"Charybdis."
A massive, unhinged grin appeared on Mariabell's young face.
"An immortal disaster of pure destruction. Even if Loki somehow manages to survive an encounter with it, the battle will severely weaken his forces and drain his personal strength."
She raised another small finger.
"Then we have Gaia. The dragon possesses tremendous latent potential, more than enough to serve as an unstoppable weapon under our guidance."
She raised a third finger, her voice growing louder.
"And finally, the Rosso Family's vast resources. Our unmatched political influence, our endless wealth, our deep-cover agents, and our global connections. There are countless ways to systematically kill a single Demon Lord if he proves uncooperative."
Yuuki bowed deeply from the waist.
"As expected of Mariabell-sama. Your foresight is unparalleled."
Outwardly, he was the picture of perfect respect. Internally, his thoughts were entirely cold. 'You absolute fool,' Yuuki thought to himself, his excitement building. 'You are walking willingly toward your own grave, completely blind to the edge of the cliff.'
For the first time in a very long while, Yuuki felt a genuine surge of excitement coursing through his veins. Mariabell was becoming incredibly reckless, arrogant, and thoroughly drunk on her family's historical success. And arrogant people eventually made catastrophic mistakes. 'Go ahead,' Yuuki thought, his inner voice a whisper of pure malice. 'Try controlling him with your little skill. When you fail and he tears you to pieces...' A cold smile almost formed on his real face. 'I'll step into the vacuum and take Greed for myself.'
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Far above the suffocating darkness of the Rosso family's underground chamber, beneath the warm, brilliant sunlight and unclouded clear skies, the Sorcerous Dynasty of Sarion flourished in all its majestic glory.
Elegant white towers rose high into the heavens, surrounded by crystal waterways that flowed seamlessly through immaculate, ancient gardens. The delicate scent of rare flowers drifted through the warm air, accompanied by the sweet melodies of birds singing from carefully maintained elven groves. It was a world completely opposite to the bleak underground chamber. It was peaceful, bright, and vibrantly alive.
On a private, shaded veranda overlooking one of Sarion's countless lush gardens sat Loki and Empress Elmesia. A beautifully crafted bottle of rare elven wine rested on the small table between them, the liquid shimmering inside two crystal glasses.
Loki leaned back lazily against his cushioned chair, swirling the wine in his hand.
"This stuff is highly dangerous, you know."
Elmesia smiled elegantly over her own glass.
"You said that exact same sentence three glasses ago."
"That was before I had the fourth,"
Loki replied smoothly, offering a charismatic shrug.
The Empress let out a soft laugh. "Then perhaps you should stop drinking it."
"No," Loki stated without a single shred of hesitation.
"A perfectly reasonable response," Elmesia countered, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she took a delicate sip.
The two continued to sit in a comfortable, relaxed silence, watching a flock of colorful birds soar gracefully over the tree-palace canopy. Elmesia pointed a slender finger toward the sky, guiding his gaze. "Those are moon-feather swallows. They are quite rare."
Loki raised an eyebrow, taking a casual interest. "Moon-feather?"
"They only appear in the upper atmosphere during this specific season," Elmesia explained softly. "Their feathers catch the moonlight beautifully at night."
"Huh. Neat," Loki murmured.
The conversation drifted naturally from there, standard and entirely casual. They spoke of local wildlife, minor trade agreements, foreign diplomacy, and eventually, Elmesia shared a particularly embarrassing historical story involving a prominent elven noble and three misplaced barrels of enchanted wine. Loki laughed so hard at the sheer absurdity of the tale that he nearly dropped his crystal glass onto the marble floor.
Then, a familiar, sharp magical sensation touched the outer perimeter of his mind. His easygoing smile faded instantly, replaced by a cool, calculating look. It was a Thought Communication request, and he immediately recognized the distinct, slippery magical signature of the sender.
'Yuuki,' Loki thought, his interest subtly piqued.
Loki accepted the connection, shifting a portion of his awareness into the private mental channel. "What do you want?" he demanded, cutting straight to the point without any pleasantries.
Yuuki's voice arrived in his mind moments later, sounding perfectly polite and controlled. "Demon Lord Loki. It is good to hear your voice."
"Yuuki," Loki replied coldly. "Our little arrangement ended a while ago. I made that explicitly clear."
"I know," Yuuki responded smoothly through the link.
"Then why are you risking your neck to contact me now?"
Yuuki's mental tone remained completely calm as he began to lay out his narrative. "There is a highly critical situation developing involving the former Puppet Nation of Jistav. I felt it was my duty to inform you."
Loki listened carefully as Yuuki began explaining the details. He spoke of severe political instability, former Clayman loyalists rallying in secret, underground conflicts breaking out between various rogue factions, intense power struggles, hidden storehouses of treasure, and dangerous magical remnants left behind in the capital. According to Yuuki, these unstable factions were on the verge of threatening neighboring territories, and he was inviting Loki to intervene to stabilize the region.
The story sounded incredibly believable. It was almost too well-constructed.
'This is definitely a trap,' Loki immediately reached that conclusion within a fraction of a second. Yuuki was not the type to offer charitable real estate tips out of the goodness of his heart. The only real question remaining was what kind of trap they were trying to spring.
Loki's fingers tapped a slow, rhythmic pattern against the armrest of his chair. Then, another highly logical thought surfaced in his mind. 'Jistav belonged to Clayman,' he mused. 'And Clayman is dead. Killed personally by my hand, publicly, before the eyes of every single Demon Lord at Walpurgis.'
Which meant, by the absolute right of conquest and martial law, the entire Puppet Nation of Jistav and every single piece of treasure inside its borders arguably belonged to him and the Kingdom of Coleus anyway. He had simply been too busy with diplomacy to go collect his property.
A slow smile formed on Loki's face. A trap was waiting for him, yes, but it was also a perfect excuse to officially claim his property. He looked back into the psychic channel. "Fine."
Yuuki went completely silent on the other end, likely surprised by the immediate compliance.
"I'll come," Loki stated casually. Then, he added a final condition. "Tell your people I'll be there in exactly two days. Make sure the welcome mat is clean."
The thought communication ended, snapping shut. Elmesia immediately noticed the shift. Of course she did; she had been observing his expressions the entire time across the table. She noted the slight change in his posture, the narrowing of his eyes, and the final smirk. She set down her wine glass with a soft click.
"Trouble?" she inquired, tilting her head.
Loki shrugged his shoulders lazily. "Not really."
"Oh?"
"Just some old business popping up."
Elmesia studied his face carefully, her elven instincts telling her there was more to the story. "Related to Clayman, perhaps?"
Loki nodded, taking a sip of his wine. "Looks like some minor issues popped up in his former territory. Factions fighting over the scraps."
The Empress let out a soft sigh, leaning back. "Somehow I highly doubt it will be that simple whenever it involves you."
Loki grinned widely. "It never is, Elmesia. That is the beauty of life."
Elmesia narrowed her eyes slightly, a playful yet sharp look on her face. "Loki. You do realize I don't believe that explanation for a single second, right?"
Loki's grin only grew. "Which explanation?"
"The one where this is merely a simple matter of old business," the Empress countered, folding her arms. "That doesn't make it any less suspicious to my ears. Especially when it involves a Demon Lord receiving secret mental messages while sitting on my veranda."
Loki opened his mouth to offer another lazy retort, but before a single word could escape his lips, the space near the edge of the veranda suddenly distorted. The air twisted and rippled like water after a stone had been dropped into a still pond. Multiple layers of dense magical energy folded over one another, and the casual, lighthearted mood of the veranda vanished instantly.
Elmesia's eyes narrowed slightly as she sensed the sheer weight of the spatial magic. The distortion expanded rapidly, then split completely apart to reveal a gateway. Two figures stepped through the rift with practiced, military precision.
Testarossa stepped through first, her silver-white hair catching the sunlight. Moss followed immediately behind her, his small stature radiating a rigid, disciplined aura. The moment they arrived on the marble tiles, both of them bowed deeply and respectfully.
"Lord Loki, Empress Elmesia" Testarossa spoke, her voice calm and melodic as always.
"Lord Loki, Lady Elmesia" Moss added, straightening his posture.
Testarossa looked up, her expression completely serious. "I apologize for interrupting your private audience, but something critical has occurred."
Moss remained silent by her side, his sharp eyes briefly drifting toward Empress Elmesia before looking away. The hesitation lasted for only a fraction of a second, but Loki noticed it immediately. He always noticed the subtle movements of his subordinates.
"You can say it freely," Loki commanded, waving his hand casually.
Moss blinked behind his glasses. "My Lord?"
Loki gestured toward the elven ruler sitting across from him. "There is no need to hide anything or hold back information. Sarion and Coleus are formal allies now. Empress Elmesia already knows enough dark secrets to sink half the continent anyway. One more won't hurt."
Elmesia smiled brightly, thoroughly enjoying the phrasing. "What a wonderful, heartwarming expression of trust."
"It wasn't," Loki clarified instantly.
"It absolutely was," she insisted.
"It really wasn't," Loki muttered, shaking his head.
Testarossa allowed the faintest, amused smile to touch her lips at their banter, while Moss looked between the two rulers before nodding firmly.
"As you wish, my Lord," Moss stated, his expression growing incredibly stern as he stepped forward. "The miniature clone I stationed within the royal court of Falmuth has just reported highly unusual and aggressive activity. An emergency military meeting was held earlier today in their capital."
The remaining trace of amusement immediately disappeared from Loki's face, his eyes turning cold. "Go on."
Moss adjusted his glasses, his voice dropping an octave. "The attendees included King Edmaris himself, alongside several of the most influential and corrupt nobles of the realm. The news of the formal alliance between Sarion and Coleus has reached their ears, causing considerable panic and concern within their council."
Elmesia's expression shifted slightly at the mention of the human kingdom, her eyes sharpening. "Falmuth. That name rarely appears in the context of good news."
"Indeed, Empress," Moss continued, turning slightly toward her. "Specifically, the leadership fears that with Sarion's massive backing, Coleus will eventually regain full political influence and legitimacy among the Western Nations. The leadership of Falmuth believes a strengthened, recognized Coleus directly threatens their long-term economic interests."
Elmesia quietly nodded her head, her tone dripping with disdain. "Predictable. Entirely predictable of them."
"The conclusion reached during their meeting was an aggressive response to secure their dominance," Moss revealed.
Loki let out a quiet sigh, rubbing his forehead as a headache began to form. "Moss. Please tell me they didn't choose the absolute stupidest option available on the board."
Moss remained perfectly silent for a brief moment, his face entirely blank. Then, he spoke. "They chose the stupid option, my Lord."
Elmesia nearly laughed out loud at the blunt delivery.
"Falmuth fully intends to launch a large-scale, unprovoked invasion of the Kingdom of Blumund within the next several days," Moss reported, laying out the raw facts.
An extended, heavy silence filled the veranda. Loki stared blankly at the table, his eyes fixed on his wine glass. Then, he let out a long, suffering groan. It was the exact kind of sound produced only by witnessing a display of extraordinary, unprecedented stupidity. He raised his right hand and smacked his palm directly against his face with a loud, distinct smack, sliding his fingers down his features.
"Why?" Loki muttered into his hand. No one answered him. He lowered his hand and looked up toward the clear blue sky, his voice filled with genuine wonder. "As a species... why are they like this?"
Testarossa wisely remained silent, keeping her hands folded gracefully in front of her. Moss did the same, maintaining his rigid posture.
Loki pointed a finger vaguely into the distance, his voice rising in exasperation. "They see an awakened Demon Lord establish a sovereign monster kingdom. They see that kingdom survive every attempt to suppress it. They see it gain a powerful military. They see it form a formal alliance with a global superpower like Sarion. And their grand, strategic response to all of this is... to launch a greedy invasion right on my partners? Human leadership continues to amaze me in the worst possible ways."
Elmesia took a slow, deliberate sip of her wine. "I assume that is not meant as a compliment."
"It is absolutely not a compliment," Loki stated flatly, leaning back against his chair with an exhausted sigh. "They see obvious, catastrophic consequences staring them right in the face, and somehow, through some miracle of mental gymnastics, they decide those consequences simply don't apply to them. Every single time. Without fail. How do these people manage to survive into adulthood like this?"
Elmesia chuckled softly, though her eyes remained cold and calculating. "Arrogance, Loki. Pure, unadulterated arrogance. Falmuth's leaders have been blinded by centuries of easy wealth and economic bullying. Power makes people believe they are infinitely smarter than they actually are, right up until the moment reality crushes them."
A brief silence followed her words. Loki sighed again, a much heavier, darker sigh this time as he processed the upcoming chess moves. "Humans are utterly exhausting."
Nobody on the veranda disagreed with his assessment. The critical threat had been delivered, the warning successfully given. There was nothing more to say about the foolishness of kings.
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Far beneath the surface of the continent, deep within the hidden, ancient stone chamber of the Rosso family, Yuuki Kagurazaka slowly opened his eyes. The Thought Communication channel had faded completely into the void, leaving only the cold reality of the room.
Across from him, Mariabell Rosso immediately leaned forward from her stone throne, her eyes sparkling with an intense, unholy excitement. "Well? Tell me the result." The raw excitement in her voice was completely impossible to miss, her childlike facade slipping further.
Yuuki lowered his head in a deep, respectful bow to hide the look in his eyes. "He accepted the invitation, Mariabell-sama."
For a long moment, Mariabell simply stared at him, processing the words. Then, her dangerous smile appeared. It grew slowly, gradually spreading across her face like a apex predator watching a piece of prey willingly walk into a steel cage.
"He accepted," she whispered to herself.
Yuuki nodded his head. "He stated that he will arrive in the Puppet Nation of Jistav in exactly two days' time."
Mariabell's smile widened further, stretching across her face until it bordered on the completely manic. A soft, breathless laugh escaped her small lips, followed quickly by another, until she was openly and loudly laughing, the sound echoing shrilly off the massive stone pillars.
"Hahaha... Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful!" she cried out, rising from her black stone throne. The oversized chair suddenly seemed entirely too small to contain the sheer scale of her manic excitement. "He actually accepted without a single question. The fool. The absolute, arrogant fool."
Mariabell began pacing back and forth across the stone floor, her golden eyes burning with absolute triumph. A nearby servant quickly brought forward a bottle of exceptionally expensive, aged wine to celebrate. Mariabell seized the bottle herself, entirely ignoring etiquette. She poured a glass, then another, her hands shaking slightly from the rush of adrenaline. She paid so little attention to her movements that the dark red wine splashed over the rim, staining the stone table. She didn't care in the slightest. In her mind, absolute victory was already hers.
"Once my Greed takes hold of his soul..." she whispered, lifting her glass toward the ceiling. "The entire Kingdom of Coleus becomes mine. Jistav becomes mine. The ancient Primordials become my loyal servants." She took another deep sip, her eyes wide. "His vast armies, his unimaginable wealth, his political influence... everything he has built will belong to me."
Yuuki watched her silently from his position, keeping his head slightly lowered, his body a perfect picture of a subservient puppet. Internally, his thoughts were dripping with absolute amusement. 'She has gone completely mad,' he realized, watching her pace. 'The signs have been there for some time, but now it is undeniable.'
Mariabell was no longer evaluating the harsh reality of the world or analyzing data. She was actively imagining ownership of things she had no hope of controlling, acting as though victory had already transpired, as though Loki was already bound in chains at her feet, as though the entire world belonged to her.
Mariabell laughed again, the sound bouncing off the walls. "Imagine it, Yuuki. An awakened Demon Lord serving as my personal vanguard. The strongest forces on the entire continent obeying my explicit commands. No." Her smile became even wider, her voice rising to a dramatic crescendo. "It will be far more than that. The era of the Demon Lords is officially drawing to a close."
Yuuki lowered his gaze even further to completely hide the massive wave of amusement threatening to break through his neutral mask. 'You really have no idea what kind of monster you have invited to your table, do you?' he thought. For a brief moment, he was reminded of countless foolish stories throughout human history. Kings, generals, legendary heroes, all of them entirely convinced that they understood the true nature of a threat. All of them believing with absolute certainty that they held the winning hand, right up until the exact moment disaster consumed them entirely.
Mariabell now stood proudly among those historical fools. She simply didn't know it yet. Yuuki almost pitied her for her sheer ignorance. Almost. Then he remembered the immense power of her Unique Skill, Greed, and any fleeting trace of sympathy vanished from his mind, replaced by cold ambition. 'Go ahead, Mariabell,' he thought. 'Challenge him with everything you have. Fall. Die.' A dark smile formed deep within his mind. 'And the very second you breathe your last... I'll take Greed for myself.'
Meanwhile, Mariabell remained completely oblivious to the thoughts of her companion, entirely consumed by her own grand delusions. She raised her wine glass high toward the cold, blue light of the ceiling, her eyes burning with ambition, greed, and unshakeable mania.
"I can see it clearly already," she proclaimed proudly, her voice echoing into the darkness. "The entire world kneeling before my feet. The era of the Demon Lords is officially over." The red wine shimmered beneath the pale lights as she took a final, deep sip. Her smile widened one final time. "Soon... I shall rule the world."
And deep within the chamber's heavy shadows, only Yuuki understood exactly how close she stood to her own absolute destruction.
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