Chapter 117: Yulia

Looking over at that side.

The long-awaited succubus smiled brightly and threw herself into Rod's arms.

Valerie watched, her brows furrowing, a faint killing intent surfacing in her heart.

"In my view, this is a proposal with testing significance. Valerie, every thought and guess of yours that carries personal bias, I will report truthfully."

Martin shook his head and said bluntly.

"Are you going against me? Don't forget, it was I who brought you and your mother into the business."

The half-elf looked at him unfriendly, a threatening glint in her eyes.

"I know, Aunt Valerie, I respect you very much."

Martin gave a wry smile. "But this was instructed by my lord Yulia. She's very interested in the elves' stabilization ritual — very few elves are willing to perform it in public."

As one of the members of the Demon Control Union, the Daywalker Yulia was famous for her violent temper.

When she took an interest in something, any voice of opposition would be secretly seized and given a thorough beating.

She was powerful, unrestrained, and could be said to be one of the most untouchable people on the continent.

Valerie's face changed.

After a brief inner struggle, she finally said helplessly:

"It was my lord Yulia's instruction. I understand. The review result on my end will pass."

"Good that you understand."

The two returned to Rod's side.

Valerie said no more; Martin handled the rest of the contact.

Martin was a refined middle-aged man, easy-going and quite friendly in nature.

So the second half of the review took a sudden shift in tone — everyone chatted and laughed, and it wrapped up smoothly in no time.

Demon Control Union.

At the top floor of the affairs hall.

This place should have been the committee's work hall, but under the effect of spells it began to change.

The partitions and office furniture were all swept away.

The alchemical lamps overhead sputtered and went out.

The empty, dark, deserted area looked eerie and terrifying.

At the very end, a throne made of crystal slowly rose up, slipping into the shadows so that the person seated upon it could not be seen.

Tap-tap-tap—

Footsteps came.

The work hall's great doors were pushed open, revealing the figure of a female mage in a white robe.

She saw the drastically changed scene before her and couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

"My lord Yulia! How could you turn the office hall into this again!"

Hearing the white-robed mage's wail.

Two delicate little legs that couldn't reach the ground poked out from beneath the shadow of the throne.

"Kekekeke— I, Yulia, King of Vampires, absolutely will not deign to sit anywhere but a throne!"

This Yulia's voice was childish yet pompous — one could tell at once she was a brat who couldn't be taken seriously.

"Aiya! How did you break the alchemical lamps again, my lord! Now I have to write up a report and file a request all over again!"

The white-robed mage wailed.

Every single time this vampire duke turned the office hall into a complete mess, a report had to be written and handed to the maintenance department for repairs — and because she'd gone so many times, the Mr. dwarf there already had obvious disgust in his eyes!

"I am a vampire! Naturally I must hide in the shadows!"

"My lord Yulia is a Daywalker, completely unafraid of the sun. Didn't you just go sunbathing on Bauhinia Isle not long ago?"

This lord had somehow gotten wind of the fact that wheat-colored skin was the fashionable trend on the continent, and had dragged her along to sunbathe at the beach.

Yulia was the King of Vampires, and on top of her constitution, she simply couldn't tan.

It was her poor assistant who suffered — her whole body had turned pitch-black, she'd bought a huge pile of whitening magic potions, and only after great difficulty had managed to fade back to her current wheat color.

Having said that, she raised her staff.

The gentle radiance of 【Light】 instantly illuminated the entire office hall.

And upon the throne sat a pretty young girl with gradient pink long hair and golden pupils, an incomparably delicate face bearing a smug smile.

Her snow-white skin was exquisitely tender, looking as though one could pinch water out of it.

She wore an exquisite little dress with lace trim, and on the flat chest area, a cartoon scorpion was embroidered.

"Ah! Light! I'm going to melt! Auna, turn it off!"

Yulia let out a theatrical shriek of agony.

The white-robed mage named Auna sighed and summoned seven or eight rabbits no taller than a calf.

They moved nimbly, walked on two legs, and were quite strong, and began tidying up the chaotic office hall.

"My lord Yulia, the disaster-prevention proposal you were interested in has passed review."

"Proposal? What proposal?"

"... The Dark Vortex Rift Barrier in the Death Desert to the west — the one involving the elves' labyrinth stabilization ritual..."

"Oh? Was there? What I mean is, I already knew about it long ago. Mhm, mhm — what was that labyrinth stabilization ritual again?"

Auna paused, then said angrily:

"You clearly aren't interested at all! And here I went out of my way to give the reviewers below a heads-up!"

"No way! I'm interested! When the time comes, I'm going to observe on the spot too!"

"Have you forgotten, my lord Yulia? Your confinement hasn't ended yet!"

"What?! Who dares confine the great Vampire King, one of the six councilors of the Demon Control Union, the Devil Bane, the Tooth Fairy's—"

"The other five councilors jointly passed your confinement. Your 【Vampirification of Etheron Lands】 plan has been exposed."

"Oh oh, is that so."

Yulia instantly deflated.

Looking at the other's pitiful appearance, as the 'nanny' mage who had cared for her for many years, Ona immediately softened.

"If Lord Yulia doesn't mind, perhaps I can go on your behalf."

"Really?"

Ona nodded.

The moment she saw her response, Yulia immediately broke into a wicked grin, cackling and beaming with delight.

"Ona, do you know I have a friend of many years?"

"Do you? I only remember the people Lord Yulia has offended."

". It's Hera, of the Scorpion-kin. She is my best friend, on the level of a mother!"

She smiled, a look of longing crossing her features.

She added: "But ever since that incident, she was entrusted by the previous generation's King of Etheron to settle in Wind Wall Forest. I miss her dearly."

"I never imagined Lord Yulia could have such an expression."

Ona laughed along.

Going in someone else's stead to visit a friend from many years ago—she thought it was a rather tender and romantic thing to do.

Such a thing rarely happened with Lord Yulia.

Perhaps her lord had grown up too?

The nanny mage felt genuinely relieved.

". Recently, in the letters Hera has been sending, she often mentions a human forester named Rod, saying he keeps succubi, dryads, centaur-kin, elves, beastfolk, ghouls, and banshees in Lin Zi, and indulges in revelry every night. Hera now has to listen to his shivering sounds every night just to fall asleep."

Ona was dumbfounded.

The earlier ones aside, there are good-looking beastfolk too.

But what on earth are ghouls and banshees?!

Is humanity's exotic fetish this serious now?!

She forced herself to stay calm and asked tentatively:

"So my lord is afraid that this forester will make a move on your friend?"

"Hera is an eighth-tier scorpion woman, only a hair's breadth from the ninth tier. That guy is merely a sixth-tier spiritual warrior. I'm worried about Hera—her heat period is coming, and if she can't help herself and forces herself on that human, how am I supposed to marry her in the future!"

"???"

The volume of information was a bit much; Ona's brain could barely keep up.

"So I want to entrust you to help investigate how far their relationship has developed. If... if it really has reached that point, then castrate that human."

"Castrate my ass!"

(End of chapter)