Avira felt a great sense of accomplishment.
Today, she had obtained the seal and, without realizing it, established a strange alliance…?
It also boosted the Demon King’s confidence a bit, preventing any potential mishaps in the future.
Of course, what reassured Avira the most was the Demon King’s attitude toward her.
After yesterday’s events, she had come to understand many things.
Even someone like the Demon King, as long as her daily life was satisfied and she achieved success in her endeavors, would remain emotionally stable and even become adorably charming.
This gave Avira ample reason to spend the night in the Royal Palace.
Avira could barely keep her eyes open as drowsiness overwhelmed her. She would deal with tomorrow’s matters tomorrow.
In her dream, Avira escaped the curse of the Saintess Bloodline. She ran to the mountains and lived a leisurely life, researching ways to return to her original world using her own immortality. Finally, in the instant she stepped through the portal, she opened her eyes.
Sunlight shone on the brand-new stone bricks of the Royal Palace. The tall goblet on the table refracted colorful rays, illuminating the exquisite patterns on the expensive wooden desk.
But just as Avira tried to get out of bed…
“What… what?!”
She nearly cried out.
Because there was another person in her warm bedding!
Ophitia lay sideways on the bed, her exquisite profile exposed, breathing rhythmically as if savoring Avira’s scent on the sheets.
She wore only a thin nightgown, a comfortable semi-transparent silk fabric.
The silk clung tightly to her voluptuous body, stirring the imagination.
But no matter what Ophitia wore or did, it didn’t matter…
—Why is she sleeping in the same bed as me?!
Avira nearly fainted from anger. How could this Demon King sleep with a human like this?! What was she thinking?! Had this woman finally lost her mind?
And that wasn’t even Avira’s biggest worry.
Her biggest worry was that she herself was completely naked right now!
Avira shivered and checked her body, sighing in relief only after confirming that thing was still there… Back then, that one-night stand had turned her into a girl even in her heart. Now, with a second chance, she shouldn’t care so much.
Avira had a sudden idea and immediately disguised herself as Vera.
Now, she just needed to slip out from under the Demon King’s covers and pretend she had come to wake her up.
However…
As Avira lifted the blanket to crawl out, the sleeping Ophitia suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Her grip was light, but not easy to break free from.
Avira could only gently pull away, trying not to be noticed.
But the Demon King suddenly trembled:
“Don’t leave me…”
“…”
Avira froze. Had she woken up?
But upon closer inspection, the Demon King’s eyes were still closed.
In an instant, she was pulled close, their lips mere millimeters apart.
—This idiot!
She slept so restlessly and couldn’t be woken up—this bad habit hadn’t changed in five or six years!
Thus, Avira resorted to her old method: stroking Ophitia’s long hair, trailing down to her wings, then kneading her shoulders. This was Ophitia’s favorite massage technique.
Only then, as Ophitia murmured in her sleep, did Avira manage to break free.
On the table, she found the maid outfit she had worn before.
It was neatly folded and cleaned, with no odd smells at all.
Could it be Ophitia? She actually did the laundry…
Avira found a brand-new maid outfit. In any case, she decided to burn the one from yesterday, using magic to eliminate any scents and destroy all evidence.
Afterward, she sensed that Lena and Lace weren’t home, as if they had received the Demon King’s signal in advance.
She went to the vanity and quickly styled herself into Vera’s usual appearance, tying her hair into a ponytail.
The remaining strands hung by her ears, neat and adding a touch of girlish gentleness.
Vera’s looks were meticulously crafted by Avira—beautiful like her own, but with a different temperament.
Her original eyes held a hint of coldness mixed with gentleness; now, they were purely gentle and timid, perfectly matching the stereotype of a frail maid.
With the wavy headpiece the Demon King liked added on top, it was perfect~
Avira washed her face. Before Lena and Lace arrived, she planned to head to the office first… to prepare for the upcoming battles.
However, just as she stepped out of the room, she bumped into the Demon King.
She startled and greeted her in her usual manner:
“Demon King, good morning. I’m terribly sorry, but I was attacked by humans yesterday, so I couldn’t stay by your side.”
This was the excuse Avira had carefully prepared.
Moreover, the Demon King should have detected traces of humans.
It was a reasonable explanation.
It also allowed her to reaffirm her loyalty to the Demon King, preventing any suspicions.
But Ophitia seemed not to hear her words at all:
“Vera~ Where are you off to?”
“Uh.”
Avira was supposed to go make breakfast.
But something was off with the Demon King.
Two tear tracks stained her face, quite visible in the sunlight—likely from yesterday.
The flush on her cheeks hadn’t fully faded, as if she were immersed in sweet anticipation. Her crimson pupils were fearsome like a beast’s, yet now, Avira saw only softness in their depths.
Like a girl fallen in love, opening her heart as the glacier melted into warm flames.
Strange… What’s wrong with the Demon King?
“Vera~ What a nice name, hee hee.”
Ophitia suddenly took her hand! Why now?!
“Demon King?”
“Vera, you look so pretty today.”
“You too, Demon King.” Etiquette couldn’t be neglected.
“Forget breakfast. Let the Moon Heaven Kings prepare it for us. How about we go to the library~?”
“But that’s my job…”
Avira nodded slightly and explained:
“Demon King, I am devoted to you and will do my very best. Please trust in my work.”
She suddenly thought of something and nodded again:
“Demon King, one more thing—I heard from the humans that they’re allying with the barbarians to attack us. You should prepare to prevent those cunning humans from stealing the fruits of victory.”
But to Avira’s surprise, after hearing this “advice,” the Demon King’s expression darkened.
Not with hatred, but sadness. From her slightly pursed lips, it was clear she found these matters troublesome.
All of this was a prerequisite for conquering the world and collecting seals, and with her newfound power, the Demon King should desire conquest even more.
Yet, she thought ruling the world was… troublesome?!
“Alright~ I’ll do as you say.”
The Demon King seemed to endure something as she nodded in agreement.
“But Vera, don’t forget our promise.”
Avira startled, momentarily blanking.
Ophitia then explained:
“You said that if we found the seal, you’d reward me with one night of cuddling~”
Memories of the past assaulted Avira’s brain, reminding her of Ophitia’s coquettish demand.
The perverted queen of the contact list sharing a room with the delicate maid on a moonless night—what happened next went without saying.
For the Demon King’s emotional stability, she had to do this.
She would satisfy the Demon King’s desires as much as possible to achieve her goal of sidelining her.
“I’ll warm your bed, Demon King.”
“Hee hee~”
Ophitia’s lips curved up, her face flushing, eyes bending into crescents.
It had been a long time since Avira had seen the Demon King smile so happily.
