As Veen escorted the others out...
Lilith remained on the throne, watching the bizarre demons depart with an expressionless face. Many of them looked back provocatively as they left, which was quite unsettling.
But she couldn't worry about that right now.
She only wanted to know one thing: where her room was.
It wasn't until Veen had seen the last person out that he spoke. “Your Majesty, allow me to escort you back to your private chambers.”
Lilith glanced at him and didn't refuse.
Mainly because she truly had no idea where to go.
“Very well.”
She rose from the throne.
After taking only two steps, she nearly tripped over the hem of her gown. Fortunately, her reflexes were quick enough that she managed to steady herself by grabbing the armrest of the throne.
Veen’s eyebrow twitched.
Lilith acted as if nothing had happened, released her grip, and continued forward.
The private chambers weren't far from the Council Hall, reached by passing through a long corridor.
She silently committed the route to memory.
At the end of the corridor was a set of large doors. Veen reached out and pushed them, and they slid open silently.
The private chambers were much larger than she had imagined. A massive bed occupied the center of the room.
“Rest well, Your Majesty,” Veen said, standing at the door without entering. “I shall remain on guard outside.”
Lilith walked to the bedside and turned to look at him.
“Close the door.”
Veen was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected this useless Demon King to speak this way, as if giving a perfectly natural command.
“Strange, the old Lilith wouldn't have acted like this,” Veen thought, his suspicion growing, though he complied nonetheless.
“As you command.”
The doors closed.
The moment the doors shut, Lilith’s composure instantly collapsed. She couldn't keep up the act any longer.
Her legs went weak, and she slumped directly onto the floor. At this moment, she felt completely overwhelmed.
She covered her face with her hands, feeling her palms slick with cold sweat.
She sat on the floor for a good while before slowly standing up and walking to the mirror to examine herself.
“Red eyes, white hair, and a petite frame... Hmm, exactly my type.”
It was then that she noticed the horns on her head. She reached up and touched them curiously.
“So I have horns too.”
She muttered softly to herself, then sat on the edge of the bed to process her situation.
About ten minutes later.
“Whatever, there's no use overthinking it.” She flopped backward, falling into the soft bedding.
The mattress sank, wrapping around her comfortably.
After lying there for a bit, she suddenly burst into tears.
“Three years! I was stuck in a hospital for three years!” she sobbed, wiping away her tears.
She had thought she would die in that ward.
But now, she was alive.
She could do anything she wanted.
“Transmigrating isn't so bad,” she whispered, burying her face in the quilt. “At least it’s better than the hospital.”
The corners of her mouth curled upward.
“It's not my old world, but it’s not bad.” She closed her eyes as the thought drifted through her mind.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a sound.
Lilith snapped awake.
Opening her eyes, she saw a dark silhouette by the window.
The figure stood on the windowsill, backlit by the moonlight, their face obscured.
“Who is—”
Before she could finish, the shadow moved.
In an instant, it was right in front of her.
A longsword lunged directly for her face.
Lilith’s mind went blank.
Subconsciously, she squeezed her eyes shut and raised her hand to block.
Her only thought was that she was dead; she didn't believe flesh and bone could stop a steel blade.
However, the expected pain never came. Instead, there was only a crisp, shattering sound.
Lilith slowly opened her eyes and saw that the sword had shattered right in front of her palm.
The assassin froze.
Lilith was equally stunned.
She looked down at her perfectly unharmed hand.
Then she looked at the shards on the floor.
Did she just swat a sword into pieces?
A mental storm was raging inside Lilith’s head: “What’s going on? I just raised my hand!”
The assassin snapped out of it and scrambled back two steps. He looked down at the hilt in his hand, then back up at Lilith.
His gaze shifted from shock to pure terror.
Lilith didn't give him a chance to speak.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to channel the magic within her body.
“Ah, so that's how it's done. I get it now.”
Lilith suddenly opened her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips.
In the next heartbeat, black and red magic swirled around her. The entire palace began to tremble.
In this moment, Lilith felt terrifyingly powerful.
She looked at the assassin, who was too terrified to move, and spoke slowly with a hint of amusement.
“Hey, you.”
Lilith tilted her chin up, gesturing toward the assassin.
Then, she slowly brushed the hair back from her forehead with her left hand.
“I said... your head is held a bit too high.”
As soon as the words left her lips, her magic erupted.
A black shockwave expanded outward from her in all directions, and everything in its path was obliterated by the eerie magic.
As for the assassin...
The moment the shockwave touched him, he didn't even have time to scream before he was reduced to ash.
The dust gradually settled.
Lilith stood where she was, with a three-meter radius around her completely empty.
In fact, more than half of the private chambers were gone.
Moonlight poured down from above, illuminating her.
Lilith slowly looked down at her hands.
Then she looked at the surrounding ruins.
“...Crap.”
“I overdid it.”
She stood there, her white hair shimmering coldly under the moonlight and her red eyes reflecting the wreckage of the palace.
Her expression was one of total daze.
In the distance.
Veen stood by a window in the Council Hall, watching the black pillar of light rise from the direction of the private chambers.
His slit pupils constricted to the size of needle points.
Behind him, the six-legged Gregor let out a gasp: “Is that... Her Majesty's magic?”
Veen didn't answer.
After a long silence, he finally said, “Let's go see what happened.”
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