Chapter 532: Even Above Melusine

The Demon Capital's Cabinet, the Office of the Minister of Intelligence. This room, where countless conspiracies were woven, was currently silent, save for the occasional crackle from the fireplace.

Duke Karamos Melusine sat behind a massive obsidian desk, his slender fingers tapping against the surface as if playing piano keys.

As the head of the Melusine clan, his features were beautiful to the point of being uncanny, yet what was even more impossible to ignore were his eyes, which were filled with calculation.

Like a certain duke in the Andes estate, his mood tonight was exceptionally good.

According to his calculations, at this very moment, the bomb he had personally planted on the northeast coast of the Vortex Sea should be about to detonate.

It would be just enough to tear the Prince Prince Kelin estate apart.

"Although it's not worth mentioning, the look of frustration on Partridge's face is truly something I never tire of seeing... Heh."

A charming smile graced Karamos's face.

Poor little Mia, your respected Uncle Melusine is going to teach you a lesson: everything in this world comes with a price.

If it isn't your father who pays the price, it will be your man.

The reason he had built that intelligence branch in Thunder City wasn't because the Melusine family cared much about intelligence there; it was purely to let the young lady of the Prince Prince Kelin family and the young lady of the Partridge family fight tooth and nail over the same toy.

The true brilliance of a conspiracy lies in this: Master Melusine only needs to make strategic adjustments, and the chess pieces he wants to fight will naturally fight.

Once Mia and Vivian fought until both were battered and exhausted, the families behind them would both lose face. In the end, it would be the Melusine family who stepped in to mediate, sell both sides a favor, and clean up the mess Mia had left behind.

In this way, the "Little Melusine" who was carving out territory in the Jana Continent could smoothly take over the intelligence branch on the northeast coast of the Vortex Sea with the foundation accumulated in the labyrinth.

And once his child had successfully taken the position—

Partridge would probably be in despair, right?

Hehehehe.

There was truly nothing more pleasing than watching a mortal enemy struggle in desperation...

Melusine had spent quite a bit of effort to suppress the laughter threatening to spill out, as his subordinate was already standing at the door.

"Your Grace."

The demon secretary in a tailcoat walked in silently, holding a letter sealed with wax, and said respectfully.

"An urgent secret report from the northeast coast branch of the Vortex Sea. It is from Miss Mia."

"Oh? Arrived right on time."

The smile on Karamos's face deepened. He hooked his index finger lightly, and the letter flew into his hand, its wax seal sliced open by his fingertip.

It seemed the letter of complaint had arrived.

Or perhaps an accusation?

He could even imagine Mia's tear-streaked face, complaining about how Vivian had bullied her, how she had sidelined her as the so-called "branch director," and even driven her out onto the streets to sleep under a bridge.

He unfolded the letter, and the scent of ink wafted out.

However, after reading only two lines, the smile on Karamos's face froze.

"Hm?"

The letter did not contain the mess he had anticipated; instead, what met his eyes was a page overflowing with joy and pride.

【Respected Uncle Melusine, thank you for giving me this opportunity to learn on the front lines! I am also honored that I have not disappointed your expectations!

Under the personal care and visionary guidance of His Excellency Luo Yan, our intelligence work has made breakthrough progress. Our intelligence operations are flourishing, just like the chimneys of the factories in Thunder City!

】

Personal... personal care?

How was he caring for her?

Karamos's hand trembled slightly. He took a monocle from his drawer and put it on, staring intently at the contents of the letter.

However, the more he read, the tighter his brow furrowed, and even the corners of his mouth, which had been turned up, slumped down.

【... We have successfully planted an agent into the most sought-after theater troupe in the area, bloodlessly tearing open the defenses of the local upper society. Today, our agent has become the focus of the entire city, and even Grand Duke Edward has personally hosted a banquet to entertain her, treating her as a guest of honor... 】

【... The intelligence network has been fully deployed through noble banquets. Those big shots who were usually difficult to approach are now, just as His Excellency said, scrambling to present their secrets to us... 】

【... The day when the light of the Demon God illuminates the surface is within reach! 】

Karamos put down the letter.

He rubbed his throbbing temples and read it again, but the contents of the letter did not change just because he read it a second time.

This play did not seem to be following his script...

"Your Grace?"

Seeing the shifting expressions on his master's face, the secretary said in a low, cautious voice.

"Should I send a reply to the branch? Or... should I send someone to verify this?"

Although he didn't know what was written on the letter, he felt that the situation over there didn't seem very optimistic for the overall situation of Hell...

Karamos came back to his senses.

He glanced at the "victory report" on the desk that seemed to be mocking his miscalculation. The Minister of Intelligence of Hell remained silent for a moment, then let out a thought-provoking chuckle.

"No need to verify."

He tossed the letter into the fireplace, watching the flames instantly swallow it, and then ordered in a measured tone.

"Reply to Miss Partridge for me. Say... the Cabinet is very satisfied with her work, and tell her to keep up the good effort."

He paused, then continued.

"Also, Miss Partridge has made a significant contribution this time, but her letter-writing skills are truly lacking. Rewrite it for her for the files."

"Yes."

The secretary acknowledged the order and withdrew.

The office door closed again, shutting out all light from outside the fireplace.

Karamos picked up the cup of black tea that had gone completely cold and took a sip, letting out a "tsk" at the bitter taste.

His fire hadn't ignited the backyard; instead, it had helped them heat up their stove.

Now he could only pin his hopes on the envious and jealous Miss Vivian...

How annoying.

Karamos's calculation hadn't been wrong; at this very moment, Miss Vivian was indeed envious, jealous, and aggrieved to the point of wanting to ascend to heaven.

By Bayeli!

Why is it that the fox spirit from the Partridge family only needs to lie there, while the clever, brave, and strong Vivian, who can pull a train with one hand, has to be hung on a bookshelf?!

Is there any justice in this world?!

Vivian was extremely aggrieved.

Until the Demon King, who had just finished lecturing her, stuffed a carrot into her pale, tightly clenched little hand—

"Stop making a scene. I'm taking you to see a play."

Just that one simple sentence instantly smoothed out the fur of the vampire girl.

Although this carrot came with a little drag-along named Watching Nan Fu, it didn't hinder Miss Vivian's mood from turning from rain to shine. Before leaving, she even specifically dressed up, choosing a dark red dress with lace trim.

"Right, shoes, shoes... Hehehe, these will do!"

Watching Miss Vivian picking and choosing in front of the wardrobe, the fox-eared maid had a look of utter helplessness, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

Picking and choosing, aren't they all the same black...

Is there any difference?

The brain circuits of the vampires of the Prince Prince Kelin family were always different from ordinary people.

Mia had originally wanted to go along, but Luo Yan persuaded her otherwise, saying that she had attracted too much attention in Thunder City and it wasn't suitable for her to appear in public.

"... Be good. This is for your own sake. I don't want you to attract too much attention from the priests. I'll take you alone next time."

Thinking of the trouble that the sudden attack had brought to Luo Yan, Mia felt very guilty, so she didn't insist and said in a low voice.

"Alright, then... come back early."

That cautious appearance was even more like Matthew than Little Eagle, which made Luo Yan feel a bit embarrassed.

It must be said that the Demon King was not afraid of those weaklings in the Thunder City church.

Don't look at how they wore white robes and claimed to be servants of God; they were indeed servants in front of the empire's peasants or Hell's goblins, but they had to kneel in front of an imperial prince.

Standing behind them is the Holy See?

Hahaha.

Baron Harvey Mitia wouldn't dare say that; he was indeed a member of the Holy See's "Curia faction," even if he was just a "marginal figure."

In fact, the real reason for not taking "Yaya" along wasn't that complicated; Luo Yan just didn't want a fight to break out over who he should hand a tissue to.

As a master of chess, the Demon King could always think three steps ahead and prevent trouble at the source.

"Mm, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Luo Yan gave Mia a reassuring look.

Then, he took Vivian, who was flicking her tongue in a charmingly evil way, and the trembling Watching Nan Fu, and boarded the carriage parked at the estate entrance.

Enough faith power had been accumulated; it was time to harvest.

Prince Prince Kelin Grand Theater, VIP box.

Heavy red velvet curtains blocked the view from outside, leaving only a field of vision facing the stage.

The joys and sorrows on the stage were unfolding, and the drama in the box was equally exciting.

Vivian was clutching a beautifully crafted handkerchief, which had already been crumpled into a ball by her, soaked with snot.

She was crying her eyes out, completely devoid of her usual arrogant and domineering young lady image, blowing her nose without any grace while staring at the stage with red-rimmed eyes, not knowing who she was projecting herself onto.

"Wuwu... so touching..."

Luo Yan glanced at the handkerchief in her hand, not out of concern for her crying so miserably, but to guard against her coldly stuffing that thing back to him.

He had plenty of those; there was no need to return it. ===== CHAPTER 533 =====