Chapter 89: Sothing’s Wrong?
The air was eerily silent.
That pale little hand was still hooked in midair.
Once.
Twice.
Yet Lilia felt as if all the blood in her body was about to flow backward.
Go over?
Go over and die?
She wasn’t stupid.
This little girl looked harmless, dressed like a Gothic doll, but soone who could shatter a barrier wasn’t sothing to joke about.
Lilia’s feet felt rooted to the ground, nailed in place.
She even held her breath.
If the enemy doesn’t move, I don’t move.
As long as I don’t move, you won’t see .
This was the Tyrannosaurus survival rule she learned from animal docuntaries.
Even if this Tyrannosaurus was only 1.4 ters tall.
One second passed.
Two seconds passed.
The atmosphere beca awkward.
On the little girl called “Bloody Mary,” a crack finally appeared on her expressionless face.
Her dull gray eyes blinked.
She seed a bit unable to process what was happening.
What was this situation?
Before, as long as she curled her finger, those “toys” would either cry and rush over, or be dragged over by invisible hands.
Why wasn’t it working today?
The little girl tilted her head.
Her silver-white curls slid down her shoulders.
Unwilling to give up, she curled her finger again.
This ti, she even emphasized her tone.
“Co here.”
Her voice was still soft and childlike, yet carried a chilling edge that made one’s scalp tingle.
Lilia remained completely still.
Not only that—she gripped her short blades even tighter, though her palms were slick with sweat.
In her mind, she was frantically calling out to the system.
“System! Help! Who is this? What kind of existence is this? Do I stand a chance?”
The system remained silent.
Playing dead?
Damn it!
This useless system always failed at critical monts!
Lilia despaired.
She could only grit her teeth and continue pretending to be a statue.
The little girl finally lost her composure.
She withdrew her hand and looked at her palm in confusion.
Then looked at Lilia again.
In those lifeless gray eyes, the emotion of “confusion” appeared for the first ti.
“Is it broken?”
She muttered softly.
But in the deathly silent mine, it sounded terrifyingly clear.
The tattered teddy bear in her arms—the one eye suddenly rolled, letting out a screech like tal scraping against glass:
“Hee hee hee… Mary, your magic stopped working? Did you forget to eat?”
“Shut up.”
The little girl expressionlessly smacked the bear’s head.
Then—
She suddenly turned around.
That finger that had been beckoning Lilia—
Now pointed toward Batori, who was still embedded in the pile of insect eggs not far away.
“Then you, co here.”
No incantation.
No buildup.
Even the magic fluctuation was so fast it was almost impossible to detect.
“Whoosh—”
A sharp tearing sound pierced the air.
Batori, who had been playing dead—
Was suddenly yanked by an invisible giant hand gripping her collar.
Her entire body was dragged out of the pile of disgusting, viscous fluid.
“Bang!”
With a dull thud—
Batori slamd heavily onto the rubble at the little girl’s feet.
The ground itself dented into a human-shaped crater.
Dust billowed.
Batori spat out a mouthful of blood.
That hit was heavy.
A normal demon would’ve been completely shattered.
But Batori was still… Batori.
Though her bones were likely half-broken and her face twisted in pain—
There wasn’t the slightest trace of actual agony on her blood-covered face.
Instead, it beca even more bizarre.
“Th-this… this is… M-My Lady…”
Batori struggled to raise her head, her eyes filled with reverence.
“Th-this is… too… too stylish…”
Lilia: “…”
Were all demons in the Demon Realm this abnormal?
Could there be at least one normal villain?
The little girl didn’t even glance at Batori.
She simply nodded.
As if confirming that her ability was functioning properly.
“Not broken.”
She muttered.
Then—
She slowly turned around.
Once again—
Facing Lilia.
The confusion in her dull gray eyes disappeared.
Replaced by a chilling curiosity.
Like a child holding a scalpel, examining a strange insect she had never seen before.
“Since it’s not broken…”
“Then why won’t you co over?”
Holding the tattered teddy bear, the little girl walked toward Lilia step by step.
The pressure called “fear” increased exponentially as she approached.
Three ters.
Two ters.
One ter.
She stopped less than a step away from Lilia.
She was too short.
She had to tilt her head up to see Lilia’s face.
At this distance—
Lilia could even sll the strange scent on her—
A mixture of expensive perfu and rotting corpses.
And that bear.
Its single eye glowed red, staring viciously at Lilia’s neck, as if considering where to bite for the best texture.
“Hee hee hee… Mary!”
The broken bear shrieked.
“I want to eat her eyeballs! That red eyeball looks so sweet!”
Lilia’s grip on her short blades tightened, then loosened, then tightened again.
Should she attack?
At this distance, if she was fast enough, she might be able to slit the girl’s throat.
But her instincts told her—
If she dared move even a little—
The next second, it would be her own head rolling.
The little girl ignored the noisy bear.
She tiptoed slightly.
Her pale face moved closer to Lilia.
She even sniffed lightly.
“You…”
“Sll nice.”
A hint of confusion entered her voice.
“Like… that woman’s scent.”
That woman?
Hera?
A flash of realization struck Lilia’s mind.
She suddenly understood.
Why that “forced pull” just now hadn’t worked on her.
It wasn’t because of her magic resistance.
Nor because the system had done anything.
It was the ring on her hand!
At that mont, the ring must have automatically activated a defensive chanism, neutralizing the girl’s control magic.
So that’s how it was.
“Even hitting a dog depends on its owner,” huh?
Lilia imdiately straightened her back.
Though her legs were still a bit weak, her presence couldn’t falter.
As long as she used Hera’s na as backing—
Even the King of Heaven himself would have to think twice.
“Who are you?”
The little girl stepped back half a step.
Her gray eyes locked onto Lilia.
Especially onto the ring on her hand.
Lilia took a deep breath.
Suppressed her heartbeat.
Adjusted her expression.
Making herself appear as much like a cold, emotionless maid as possible.
She lowered her gaze, looking at the little girl who didn’t even reach her chest.
Her voice was calm and cold, enunciating each word:
“I am…”
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