Chapter 117: Yulia

Look over there.

The succubus, latecomer that she was, beamed and rushed into Luo De's arms.

Valeri frowned, a hint of killing intent flickering in her heart.

"In my view, this is a test-worthy proposal. Valeri, I will report every personal bias or speculation of yours truthfully."

Martin shook his head and spoke bluntly.

"Are you contradicting me? Don't forget, it was I who brought you and your mother into this."

The half-elf glared at him, his eyes carrying a threat.

"I know, Aunt Valeri. I deeply respect you."

Martin gave a bitter smile. "But this is by Lady Yulia's orders. She's fascinated by the elves' stability ritual—very few elves are willing to perform it publicly."

Lady Yulia, one of the Magic Control League's daytime walkers, was infamous for her volatile temper.

When she took an interest in something, any opposition was quietly seized and beaten severely.

She was immensely powerful, unrestrained, and one of the most dangerous people on the continent.

Valeri's expression changed.

After a moment of inner struggle, she sighed helplessly:

"Lady Yulia's orders… I understand. My review will be approved."

"Good. You understand."

The two returned to Luo De's side.

Valeri said nothing further; Martin handled everything from then on.

Martin was a refined middle-aged man, approachable and friendly.

As a result, the latter half of the review took on a completely different tone—everyone laughed and chatted, and it ended smoothly.

Magic Control League.

On the top floor of the administrative hall.

This was meant to be the committee's work hall, but under magical influence, it began to change.

Partitions and office furniture were all swept away.

The alchemical lamps overhead sizzled and went dark.

The empty, shadowed space felt eerie and terrifying.

At the very end, a throne made of crystal slowly rose into the shadows, obscuring the figure seated upon it.

Tap-tap-tap—

Footsteps approached.

The work hall's door opened, revealing a female mage in a white robe.

She stared at the transformed scene, momentarily stunned.

"Lady Yulia! Why are you turning the office into this again?!"

Hearing the white-robed mage's cry,

Two delicate, dainty legs—too short to touch the ground—dangled down from the throne's shadow.

"Kakakaka— I, Yulia, King of Vampires, will never sit upon anything less than a throne!"

Yulia's voice was childish yet arrogant—clearly the rant of a reckless brat.

"Oh no! You broke the alchemical lamps again! Now I have to write another repair request!"

The white-robed mage groaned.

Every time this vampire duchess trashed the office, she forced her to file reports for the repair department. Because she did it so often, the dwarves there now looked at her with obvious disgust!

"I am a vampire! I must dwell in shadows!"

"But Lady Yulia is a daytime walker—you're not afraid of sunlight at all. Didn't you just sunbathe on the Purple Thistle Isle not long ago?"

This lady had somehow learned that sun-kissed skin was the current trend, and dragged her off to the beach to tan.

Yulia, as a vampire queen with her physiology, couldn't tan at all.

It was her poor servant who ended up pitch-black, buying a mountain of whitening magic potions just to fade back to a light tan.

With that, she raised her staff.

The soft glow of 【Brightening Spell】 instantly illuminated the entire office.

Upon the throne sat a petite girl with gradient pink hair and golden eyes, her exquisite face glowing with a smug smile.

Her snow-white skin was so delicate it seemed to glisten with moisture.

She wore a delicate lace-trimmed little dress, with a cartoon scorpion embroidered over her flat chest.

"Ahh! Light! I'm melting! Oona, turn it off!"

Yulia cried out dramatically.

The white-robed mage named Oona sighed and summoned seven or eight rabbit-like creatures, no taller than a calf.

They moved nimbly on two legs, strong and efficient, beginning to tidy up the chaotic office.

"Lady Yulia, the disaster-prevention proposal you're interested in has been approved."

"Proposal? What proposal?"

". he 【Dark Vortex Rift】 in the Western Death Desert—the one involving the elves' labyrinth stability ritual…"

"Oh? Is there one? I mean, I already knew about it. Hmm, what was that labyrinth stability ritual again?"

Oona blinked, then snapped:

"You weren't interested at all! I even warned the reviewers on your behalf!"

"I was interested! I plan to attend the event myself!"

"Lady Yulia, haven't you forgotten? Your house arrest hasn't been lifted yet!"

"What?! Who dared to place the Great Vampire King, one of the Magic Control League's Six Committee Members, the Devil's Bane, the Tooth Fairy's"

"The other five committee members jointly imposed your house arrest. Your 【Aetheron Vampire Transformation】 plan was exposed."

"Ohhh, is that so…"

Yulia instantly slumped.

Seeing her pitiful expression, Oona—the mage who had cared for her for years—softened.

"If Lady Yulia doesn't mind, perhaps I could go in your stead."

"Really?"

Oona nodded.

At once, Yulia's face lit up with a mischievous grin, kakakaka, her eyes sparkling.

"Oona, do you know I have a longtime friend?"

"A friend? I only remember the people you've offended."

". t's Hera, a scorpion woman. She's my best friend—like a mother to me!"

She smiled, her expression tinged with nostalgia.

She added: "But since that incident, she was entrusted by the former King of Aetheron to settle in the Windwall Forest. I miss her deeply…"

"I never thought Lady Yulia could look so tender."

Oona smiled along.

Visiting an old friend on someone's behalf felt deeply gentle and romantic to her.

Such a thing rarely happened with Lady Yulia.

Perhaps the lady was finally growing up?

The nanny-mage felt genuinely heartened.

". n Hera's recent letters, she often mentions a human forester named Luo De. She says he keeps a succubus, a tree spirit, a half-deer, an elf, an orc, a ghoul, and a banshee in his forest—and he parties every night. Now Hera can't sleep unless she listens to his noises."

Oona stared, dumbfounded.

The others were tolerable—even orcs could be handsome.

But a ghoul and a banshee?!

Has human deviant taste become this extreme?!

She forced calmness and asked tentatively:

"So… are you afraid this forester might take advantage of your friend?"

"Hera is an eighth-rank scorpion woman, just one step from ninth rank. That guy's just a sixth-rank spiritual warrior. I'm worried about Hera—her mating season is coming. If she can't control herself and rapes that human, how will I ever marry her?!"

"???!"

The information overload nearly broke Oona's brain.

"So I want you to investigate how far their relationship has gone. If… if it's already gone too far, castrate the human."

"Castrate your head!"

(End of Chapter)