Chapter 92: Do I Need to Prepare Anything?
As soon as Hera’s voice fell, the taut string in Lilia’s mind—stretched to the brink of snapping—finally loosened.
【Ding!】
A crisp system notification exploded in her mind, almost making her jump on the spot.
【Chain Mission “Blade in the Dark Night” Completed!】
【Mission Rating: S (Perfect Execution Beyond Limits)】
【Calculating Rewards…】
【Rewards Issued: Attribute Points ×2.】
【Side Mission “The Queen’s Test” Completed!】
【Mission Rating: S (Outstanding On-the-Spot Adaptability and Political Instincts)】
【Rewards Issued: Hera Favorability 15.】
Lilia almost couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at her lips.
After jumping out of a carriage, crawling through tunnels, fighting, killing, and nearly having her eyeballs dug out by a psychotic loli—none of it had been in vain!
She forcefully suppressed the gopher-like screaming in her heart and maintained that cold, indifferent expression on her face.
Her persona must not collapse.
Hera had already turned around, her golden eyes finally settling on the mud-like heap that was Batori on the ground.
There was no anger in that gaze, no disgust—only the cold indifference reserved for sothing inanimate.
“Did you hear what my maid said clearly?”
Her voice was soft, yet the temperature in the cave seed to drop several degrees instantly.
“Y-Yes! I heard it clearly!”
Batori was sobbing uncontrollably, her entire body trembling as if about to fall apart, yet her face carried a bizarre, twisted ecstasy—as though she were about to be tortured.
“From today onward, she is your master.”
Hera’s tone allowed no argunt.
“Whatever she tells you to do, you will do.”
“If she tells you to die, you will die in the way that satisfies her the most.”
“Understood?”
“Understood! This servant understands!”
Batori kowtowed repeatedly, her forehead slamming against the gravel with dull thuds, blood streaming down.
The way she looked at Lilia had completely changed—it was now the gaze of soone looking at a deity, fanatical to the point of being unsettling.
Hera no longer paid her any attention, handing the stage entirely over to Lilia.
Lilia knew this was the final test.
She stepped forward. The sound of her high heels crunching against gravel echoed clearly in the deathly silent cave.
She looked down at the high-ranking demon kneeling at her feet.
“First, seal off this place. Until I return, not even a fly is allowed to leave.”
“Yes, Master!”
“Second, these ‘miners’—settle them properly.”
Lilia pointed at the still-wriggling insect eggs, her stomach churning again. Although they were indeed disgusting, if things were as Batori said, they might still be worth making use of.
Batori nodded imdiately.
“Third, your people—the soldiers outside. Keep them under control.”
“Yes!”
“Lastly…”
Lilia paused, then bent down and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.
“Continue contacting ‘that lord.’”
“Whatever he gives you, accept it.”
“Whatever he asks you to do, pretend to do it.”
“Report every word he says and every person he ets to , in full detail.”
Batori’s breathing instantly grew heavy, her eyes gleaming with excitent at being involved in a greater conspiracy.
“This servant… will definitely present the finest intelligence to Master!”
Lilia straightened up, the disgust on her face undisguised.
“Get lost.”
Hearing this rebuke, Batori not only felt no anger but instead trembled in excitent as if hearing heavenly music. She respectfully kowtowed three tis before scrambling away into the depths of the mine.
Watching her retreating figure, Lilia felt her worldview refresh itself once again.
At that mont, a hand rested on her shoulder.
Lilia turned around and t Hera’s aningful golden gaze.
In the next second, the surrounding scenery twisted and stretched into bizarre, distorted patches of color.
The world spun.
When Lilia regained consciousness, her feet were already standing on a soft, luxurious long-pile carpet.
The air was filled with the cool fragrance of cedar mixed with unknown flowers.
Palace of Eternal Night, the Queen’s Bedchamber.
The exhaustion from the entire night surged over her like a tide, instantly drowning her.
As the adrenaline faded, soreness and the stinging pain of her wounds flooded in all at once.
Especially her shoulder, grazed by a shadow arrow—it burned painfully.
Her Combat Maid Outfit was also torn in several places, covered in dust and sli, leaving her in a wretched state.
All she wanted now was to lie down sowhere and sleep for three days straight.
“Master, if there are no further instructions, Lilia will take her leave first…”
Lilia bowed, trying her best to make her voice not sound too weak.
Run. Hurry back to her little dark room and catch up on sleep.
“Stop.”
Hera’s cool voice rang out.
Lilia’s steps froze in place.
Hera walked up to her, reaching out to pinch a corner of her torn sleeve, her brows slightly furrowed.
That gaze was like soone looking at a beloved collection that had been dirtied.
“Filthy.”
The Queen made her judgnt without rcy.
Lilia frantically agreed inwardly.
Yes, yes, I’m filthy, I’m trash—please just throw out already.
“Go wash up.”
Hera released her hand and pointed toward an ornate door deep within the Bedchamber.
That was the private bath.
Lilia froze for a mont, not yet reacting.
Hera had already turned away, leisurely walking toward the massive bed large enough for seven or eight people to roll around on.
She casually unfastened her coat, removing it to reveal a well-tailored shirt and her slender neck beneath.
Then she tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes shimring under the crystal chandelier.
“Tonight, you sleep here.”
“……”
Lilia’s mind buzzed.
What?
Sleep… here?
Her brain instantly crashed, then raced at abnormal speed toward an indescribable direction.
Tonight, sleep here?
What did that an?
Was it what she thought it ant?
Earlier, there had been changing clothes and cosplay, only for it to turn into auditing accounts.
Now the mission was complete, and she had proven her value…
Did that an…
The real “favor” was finally coming?
Lilia’s heart began pounding uncontrollably.
She looked at Hera’s perfect profile, at her elegant motion of undoing her sleeve buttons, at that soft and spacious bed…
One thought spamd endlessly in her mind.
Camilla! You lost!
See that?! Tonight I’m taking the high ground!
The exhaustion from the entire night vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable excitent.
She even felt like her shoulder no longer hurt.
Lilia straightened her back, forcing what she believed to be her most charming and alluring smile onto her face.
She raised her hand, gently brushing aside her disheveled silver hair, and asked cautiously in a sweet, almost cloying voice—
“Master…”
“Then… do I need to prepare anything first?”
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