Chapter 97: Edge Contact
She gritted her teeth and stamped her foot, making a decision in her heart.
Wasn’t it just a kiss?! Fortune ca from risk! As long as she found the right mont and struck unexpectedly, it wasn’t impossible!
After making up her mind, Lilia beca completely fired up, feeling her whole body filled with motivation.
She straightened her posture, tidied up her appearance, and put that respectful and humble expression back on her face before turning and walking out of the Queen’s Bedchamber.
Her top priority now was to prepare breakfast, and… find a suitable “mont to commit the act.”
……
In the dining hall.
Lilia stood behind her like a statue, hands lowered, eyes watching her nose, nose watching her heart, ready at any mont to serve tea and water to the Demon Queen.
But inside, she was anything but calm.
Her eyes seed to be fixed on the ground, but in reality, the corner of her vision kept wandering across Hera’s face, neck, and lips.
She was searching for an opportunity to make her move.
Should she take advantage of Hera drinking soup now and circle around from behind for a surprise attack?
No, no—that would make too much noise.
Or wait until she finished eating and put down her utensils?
That didn’t seem good either—she would definitely look up at that mont.
In Lilia’s mind, she had already rehearsed eighteen different thods, but every single one was rejected by herself in the end.
The risk was too high!
Just as Lilia was so conflicted she was about to tear her own hair out, Hera set down the silver fork in her hand.
The fork lightly struck the porcelain plate, producing a crisp sound.
Lilia jolted and imdiately snapped back to attention.
“Master, have you finished your al?”
Hera wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin. She didn’t answer, only lifting her golden eyes to quietly look at her.
“You are very strange today.” Hera’s voice was calm, devoid of emotion.
Lilia’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Had she been seen through?
“N-no…” Lilia quickly forced out a flawless professional smile. “This subordinate was just reflecting on the shortcomings in yesterday’s work and thinking about how to better serve Your Majesty.”
Even she wanted to vomit after saying that.
Hera stared at her for a few seconds, that gaze seeming capable of seeing straight through her heart.
Lilia felt cold sweat about to pour down.
Just when she thought she was finished, Hera suddenly shifted her gaze away.
“This morning, follow to the Council Hall.”
“Yes.” Lilia hurriedly responded, letting out a long sigh of relief in her heart.
Fortunately, she had muddled through.
It seed she could only look for another opportunity along the way.
But what Lilia never expected was that this opportunity would co so quickly, and so… unexpectedly.
Hera walked in front, Lilia followed behind.
At that mont, a colorful butterfly the size of a fist flew out from sowhere, circling as it landed on Hera’s shoulder.
Hera stopped walking.
She tilted her head slightly, looking at the fearless butterfly on her shoulder, a rare trace of curiosity appearing in her golden eyes.
Lilia’s heart began to pound wildly in that instant.
An opportunity!
A once-in-a-lifeti opportunity!
All of Hera’s attention was drawn to that butterfly!
Her body reacted almost instinctively.
Her mind went blank—plans, consequences, everything was thrown out of her head.
Only one thought scread wildly in her mind.
—Kiss her!
Lilia suddenly stepped forward, and while Hera was still looking at the butterfly, she quickly leaned in. Aiming at that beautifully contoured side profile so close at hand, she closed her eyes, steeled her heart, and pressed her lips onto it!
Then, she froze.
Ti crashed.
Lilia felt her lips touch sothing.
Cool, soft—like a piece of premium jelly soaked in a cold spring.
But it lasted only for an instant.
The next second, that scalp-tingling softness disappeared.
Replacing it were two bottomless golden whirlpools, right in front of her.
Hera had turned her head.
At the exact mont—0.01 seconds before Lilia’s sinful lips made contact—this Queen of the Demon Realm standing at the top of the food chain had, with her absurdly sharp perception, sensed the disturbance in the airflow beside her.
So, she turned her head.
With that turn, Lilia’s originally targeted “sneak attack” on the side of the face turned into a direct, head-on collision.
Lilia maintained that ridiculous posture—pouting lips, upper body leaning forward—her entire body stiffening into a new statue on the spot.
The tip of her nose was less than a centiter away from Hera’s straight nose bridge.
Their breaths intertwined.
The cold cedar scent from Hera’s body was now so intense it felt like an airtight net, suffocating Lilia alive within it.
The surroundings were deathly silent.
Even the butterfly that had been showing off on Hera’s shoulder earlier had been frightened by the terrifying atmosphere and fluttered away for its life.
Lilia’s mind was completely blank.
It was over.
This ti, it was truly over.
That mont just now—she really had kissed her.
Even if it was only for an instant, even if it was just brushing the edge, the nature of it…
Lilia’s eyes began darting wildly, trying to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, or praying for a teor to fall from the sky and smash her to death.
Hera quietly looked at Lilia, her expression so calm it was almost eerie.
No fury, no killing intent, not even a slight frown.
But it was precisely this calmness that made it all the more terrifying.
The calm before the storm.
That had to be it!
Lilia could practically see her miserable future of being hung on the city wall and dried into jerky by Hera.
“What are you doing?”
Hera spoke.
Her voice was light, calm, without any emotional fluctuation.
As casual as asking about the weather.
But to Lilia’s ears, it sounded like a death sentence.
“I… um… I…”
Lilia stamred, her tongue tied into a knot.
Say sothing!
Quickly make up an excuse!
Lilia, where was that usual cleverness of yours?
You were aiming to beco the number one worker in the Demon Realm—how could you crash here?
Lilia’s brain began running at overload, her CPU practically smoking.
Admit she wanted to kiss her?
That was suicide.
Say her legs went weak and she lost balance?
That was treating Hera like a fool.
Say she was possessed by a succubus?
Hera was the biggest succubus boss there was!
In this desperate situation, Lilia’s gaze suddenly landed on the place where the butterfly had just been—Hera’s waterfall-like black hair.
Got it!
A dead horse was still a horse—she would try anything!
“Um… M-Master!”
Lilia suddenly straightened up, stepping back half a step, wearing an anxious expression like a loyal subject.
“I saw… sothing dirty got on your hair!”
“That butterfly just now! It… it had mud on its feet! It got onto your hair!”
“I wanted to help you remove it! In a panic… I… I got a bit too close!”
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