2026-01-01 15:05:06Balahab’s body stiffened as he stared at me, trembling uncontrollably.
“Why are you spacing out? Answer my question.” “Your Majesty, I truly do not know.” Balahab turned his face away, clearly avoiding my gaze on purpose. “Are you sure?” Balahab nodded repeatedly, like a broken toy. “…You know, I’m quite good at judging people.” “…” “Your behavior is clearly suspicious. How could I possibly believe you?” “…” “Answer honestly. Do you know where Agnes is?” Balahab began grinding his teeth, visibly struggling before finally nodding. “I… know a little…” “Then why didn’t you answer honestly earlier?” Shizuku asked in my place, her voice sharp and filled with killing intent that could drive anyone insane. Thud! Balahab dropped to his knees before Shizuku and me. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I was forced to lie just to survive.” “Hooo?” Shizuku showed interest in hearing the rest of Balahab’s story. “Agnes’s whereabouts are a great secret of the demon race. If I were to leak this information, I would surely be killed.” A sinister smile appeared on Shizuku’s beautiful face. “So you’re afraid of dying, but not afraid of us?” An overwhelmingly powerful aura erupted from Shizuku’s body. The space around her let out cracking sounds, as if it might shatter in the next instant. Moments later, the room they were in began to shake violently, like an earthquake capable of destroying the world. Balahab’s face turned pale. His body lost all strength, and he prostrated himself in despair before Shizuku and me. “Your Majesty, I will tell you everything. Please, spare my life!” “…Shizuku.” “Alright!” Shizuku immediately withdrew her hostility, smiling brightly with her sweet expression. Cold sweat poured down Balahab’s face as he wondered about the true identities of the handsome young man and the beautiful red-haired maid standing before him. “Now tell me what you know about Agnes.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” With no other choice, Balahab resigned himself and told me everything he knew about Agnes. According to Balahab, Agnes was currently still in her dormant state, lying inside a special coffin. A demon noble bearing the rank of Duke had become captivated by Agnes’s beauty. That Duke asked other demon nobles to help him subdue Agnes. The Duke’s thinking was indeed absurd, yet he received full support from other demon nobles of the same rank. As a result, the project to conquer the Succubus Queen, Agnes, began. The project started three hundred years ago, initiated by Duke Welter. After centuries of research and experimentation, it finally bore fruit. Duke Welter succeeded in finding a way to subdue Agnes and control her as his personal slave. Some time ago, Duke Welter announced to the entire demon race that he would become the true ruler of demons. Balahab didn’t know the details, but he was certain this had something to do with Duke Welter’s success in subjugating Agnes. “What do you think, Shizuku?” “Don’t be ridiculous! That woman can’t possibly be controlled by anyone without the skill of a Chaos Master!” “Are you sure?” Shizuku nodded firmly, looking at me with a resolute expression. “Hm, in that case, there’s nothing to worry about.” Balahab grew nervous, clearly wanting to say something but unable to find the right moment. “What is it?” “Your Majesty, Duke Welter has the support of more than a dozen demon nobles of the same rank. I don’t think it’s a good idea to oppose them.” “Hoho, this sounds like an insult. To think I’d be considered inferior to a Duke.” Balahab quickly shook his head. “That’s not what I meant!” “Then what is it?!” Shizuku’s voice became colder and sharper than before. “Ahem! That’s enough, don’t take it to heart.” “But this man is indirectly mocking us! Isn’t Master angry?!” “What’s the point of worrying about how others see us?” “That…” Shizuku fell silent, shaking her head with a bitter smile. “…It’s pointless.” I smiled faintly and reached out to ruffle Shizuku’s hair. “With you here, a dozen Demon Dukes won’t be a problem, right?” “Yes!” Shizuku replied enthusiastically. “…” Balahab was left speechless. A Demon Duke was the strongest among demon nobles and stood at the pinnacle of the world today. The two people before him clearly understood this fact, yet still regarded them as no threat at all. “Who… who exactly are you, Your Majesty?” “Me? A former prince of the human kingdom. This is my lover, Shizuku.” Shizuku smiled sweetly when I introduced her as my lover. “…That doesn’t answer my question at all.” Balahab smiled helplessly. “Hmm, Shizuku is the Ancient Red Dragon King. I conquered her, and now I possess all the same attributes as her.” “Eh?” … .. . To be continued…
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059 The Severed Trail
Liliuna's head snapped around in a stiff, jerky motion. Krai was already standing tall. He had slipped free from Evelyn's embrace and was staring dead at her. "Huh?" Liliuna’s mouth parted slightly. A mix of sheer confusion and mounting horror painted her beautiful features. "You... noticed?"Krai crossed his arms. His posture radiated an absolute dominance that made the air in the room feel tangibly heavier."Of course," Krai replied, his tone perfectly flat, as if intercepting a high-level spirit's telepathic conversation was the most mundane thing in the world. "I am a Chaos Master, after all."Liliuna fell silent, swallowing hard. She had momentarily forgotten that the man standing before her wasn't some ordinary human bound by common sense."What are you waiting for?" Krai tilted his chin, gesturing toward the dark crevice where the spirit had vanished. "Didn't you want to get stronger?"His words pierced through her hesitation like an arrow striking dead center. The uncertainty
058 The Call of the Divine Star
While Krai’s small party basked in an unspoken warmth, a starkly different atmosphere clung to the far corner of the cavernous hall. The ancient ruins around them were a testament to a forgotten era, filled with crumbling masonry and the heavy, stagnant scent of dust and old magic. Liliuna stood rigid alongside the rest of the High Elves. Despite their innate grace and centuries of honed pride, they were reduced to exchanging tense, sidelong glances. They wrung their hands, the delicate silver embroidery on their sleeves catching the dim light, looking every bit like uninvited guests awkwardly trapped in a stranger's living room. They didn't belong in this moment of camaraderie, nor did they fully understand the depths of the bonds tying Krai’s group together.Feeling the suffocating weight of her own intrusion, Liliuna averted her gaze toward a shattered obsidian pillar. She traced the worn, illegible runes carved into its surface with her eyes, desperate for any distraction that w
057 The Monument of Heartbreak
"Krai... you need to see this!"Her high-pitched call shattered the solemn silence of the hall. Krai turned. Over in the right corner, a fair distance from the main mural, Evelyn stood with her head bowed before a cubic stone monument. The glow from the party’s illumination crystals washed over its surface, revealing a dense layer of intricate carvings.Without missing a beat, Krai headed over, his boots echoing sharply against the stone floor. Agnes followed a few paces behind, her strides unhurried and composed.The face of the monument was anything but smooth. The strokes of the ancient script were rugged and uneven, gouged into the stone with erratic pressure. It looked as though the hands that chiseled it had been trembling, driven by an unbearable surge of emotion.Krai swept his eyes across the lines of text, his mind effortlessly translating the archaic dialect.It wasn't merely a historical record. It was a confession, a bitter testament left behind by a third party.The insc
056 Echoes from the Canvas of Time
Their footsteps shattered a silence that had settled for centuries. Unlike the ruined pillars and caved-in roofs they had navigated on their journey here, the grand hall before them stood with the arrogant pride of a bygone era.The stone walls remained resolute, virtually untouched by the erosion of time. The air inside felt distinctly cooler, carrying the scent of ancient dust and the faint, static crackle of lingering magic.At the far end of the room, stretching from the floor to the vaulted ceiling, a colossal mural dominated the space. Its colors were entirely too vivid for a relic buried by the ages.Agnes drew to a halt. Her purple eyes locked in a sharp glare upon the arrogant figure of a man painted right at the mural's center."Ahh... so these are his ruins," Agnes murmured, her voice echoing low against the stone. There was no awe in her tone—only the grim acknowledgment of a dark history.Krai turned to her at once, his boots scuffing against the finely cracked marble flo
55 The Holy Sword’s Tremor
The tremor was faint.To most people, it might have felt like nothing more than a brief pulse in the sword’s hilt. But to those standing there, even the slightest change would never slip past unnoticed.Krai was the first to turn. Agnes followed a moment later. Evelyn noticed it as well and immediately looked toward Liliuna.“Is something wrong?” Evelyn asked.Liliuna lowered her gaze, then gripped her holy sword with both hands. The metal along its scabbard was still vibrating softly, as if it were responding to something from the direction of the ruins.“I don’t know,” Liliuna answered quietly. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen the holy sword react like this.”“Really?”Curiosity appeared on Evelyn’s face at once. She stepped closer, bending slightly so she could examine the sword from up close. Her eyes gleamed with interest, like a child who had discovered something rare.But before she could get too close, the holy sword trembled again.This time, the vibration was clearer.
54 Ancient Records
The monument stood tall in the middle of a wide field of green grass.There were no other structures around it. Only the wind moved slowly across the plain, brushing over the tips of the grass and carrying the scent of fertile soil and young leaves. Sunlight fell at an angle across the old stone, making the fine cracks on its surface look like black veins frozen in place for thousands of years.Rows of ancient writing were carved into the face of the monument.The strokes were thin, neat, and unmistakably clear, as if each letter had once been engraved by someone with extraordinary power.Krai stood directly before the monument. His eyes traced the carvings one line at a time. If not for his contract with Agnes, he would not have been able to read a single word of that ancient language.Beside him, Agnes closed her eyes for a moment. Her lips moved almost soundlessly as she translated each line with complete focus. Her hair swayed gently in the wind. Her face, usually so composed, loo
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