eurekapd Chapter 99 : Can I Come Play with You?
Chapter 99 : Can I Come Play with You?
Chapter 99: Can I Come Play with You?
Her gaze moved downward.
Lilia felt that she was a righteous person. In her previous life, she had hardly even visited those late-night shady websites (X). But that did not prevent her, at this very moment, from launching a strong… academic critique of the Succubus Duke’s fashion sense.
The total amount of fabric on her body was less than the rag Lilia used to wipe tables.
Especially the two pieces of black lace on her chest that looked like they were on the verge of falling off—they were practically challenging the limits of gravity, and also the blood pressure limits of every male creature present.
And those legs.
They were directly propped up on the obsidian table, the tips of her red-soled high heels swaying back and forth.
At the root of her thighs, there was even a black leather garter, cinched tight enough to create a deeply sensual indentation.
This was just too…
Morally corrupt!
Utterly shameless!
Lilia furiously criticized her in her heart, yet her eyes honestly lingered for a couple more glances.
It wasn’t that she was lustful—it was purely out of curiosity about human ergonomics.
How exactly was that thing staying in place without falling off?
Did she use super glue?
Camilla seemed to notice Lilia’s gaze.
Not only was she not angry, she instead extended her crimson tongue and slowly, provocatively licked across her full red lips, before throwing Lilia a flirtatious wink.
“Tch.”
Lilia quickly turned her head back, staring straight ahead with a serious expression of “I am blind, I see nothing.”
But inside, her heart was beating wildly like a drum.
What kind of madness had gotten into this woman today?
Dressing like that for a meeting—was she trying to send all these old fossil demon generals straight into the ICU?
Wait.
A flash of realization struck Lilia’s mind like lightning.
What had that damn pervert said last night in Batori’s mine?
“This batch of ‘goods’… is for that lord…”
“That lord” referred to Camilla.
And that batch of “goods” were human slaves.
Lilia’s gaze instantly darkened.
Even though she was now wearing the skin of a demon and working for the Demon Queen, that did not mean she could accept treating her own kind like livestock to be traded.
If Camilla was truly involved in this filthy chain of industry…
Lilia’s hand, hidden within her sleeve, slowly clenched, her nails digging into her palm.
She couldn’t act rashly.
This was the Council Hall—the center of power in the Demon Realm.
Any slight disturbance could bring about a fatal disaster.
Moreover, she still had no concrete evidence. Acting impulsively would only drag herself down with it.
Since Hera had handed Batori over to her to deal with, it meant she was not completely unaware of the matter—or perhaps she intended to use Lilia’s hands to investigate something.
Hera had already walked to her seat.
“Put it away.”
The flirtatious smile on Camilla’s face stiffened for a moment.
She obediently lowered her legs from the table, even tugging down that skirt that was barely the size of a palm—though it was completely useless.
“Since everyone is here, let’s begin.”
Hera spoke indifferently. Her voice wasn’t loud, yet it clearly reached everyone’s ears.
As a Personal Maid, Lilia naturally did not have the privilege of a seat.
She stood properly at Hera’s rear side.
Lilia adjusted her posture, making herself look more like a professional background prop.
However, she quickly realized that being invisible was far too difficult.
Because there was a gaze, ever since she entered, that had been stuck to her.
Lilia followed that gaze.
On the right side of the round table sat a little girl.
A black gothic frilly dress, a large bow on her head, and in her arms, a tattered brown teddy bear patched up in several places.
Mary.
Why was she here too?!
Well, it made sense.
Although she looked like a child who hadn’t even been weaned, she was actually one of Hera’s capable subordinates. It was only natural for her to appear in such a high-level meeting.
But the problem was…
If you’re attending a meeting, could you stop staring at me the whole time?
Is there a flower on my face?
Or do I look like a long-lost relative of that broken bear in your arms?
Mary sat on the tall chair, her short legs not even reaching the ground, swinging back and forth in the air.
She didn’t participate in the arguments and discussions of the demon generals at all.
Border conflicts, military budgets—none of it seemed to matter to her.
She simply rested her chin on one hand, tilted her head, and stared at Lilia with those overly large eyes without blinking.
From time to time, a sweet yet spine-chilling smile would curl at the corner of her lips.
Then she would lower her head and whisper a few words to the broken bear in her arms.
As if saying—
“Legs… so thin…”
“If I take them apart… they should… be very crisp…”
What the hell?!
Lilia almost cursed out loud on the spot.
What kind of violent and bloody thoughts filled this brat’s mind?!
Was she a set of LEGO blocks?
Something you could just take apart whenever you wanted?
Lilia tried her best to control her expression, not letting any fear show, but the hand behind her back had already begun to tremble slightly.
Being stared at by a monster capable of instantly killing high-tier demons brought psychological pressure greater than a college entrance exam.
“…As for those rebels in the west, they must be eliminated as soon as possible.”
An old man with bull horns spoke passionately, “We can’t let them continue rampaging like this!”
“Easy for you to say.”
Camilla lazily retorted while playing with her crimson nails, “What about military funding? Supplies? Are your ten thousand Minotaurs supposed to go to war on empty stomachs?”
“You!” The bull-horned old man snorted angrily, “At least that’s more useful than you wasting money on those useless intelligence networks every day!”
“Useless intelligence?”
Camilla sneered, leaning forward, the expanse of snow-white skin before her chest dazzling to the eye. “If not for my people intercepting information in advance, your idiot son would have already been purified into ashes by human Holy Knights!”
“Enough.”
Hera lightly tapped her finger against the table.
“Tap. Tap.”
The crisp sound wasn’t loud, yet it instantly suppressed all arguments.
Everyone fell silent, looking at the Queen seated at the head with reverence.
“Have you argued enough?”
Hera swept her gaze across them. There was no warmth in her golden eyes.
“I want results.”
“Within three days, present me with a complete battle plan.”
“As for supplies…”
Hera paused slightly, her gaze seemingly brushing past Lilia before landing on Camilla.
“Camilla.”
“I’m here, Your Majesty~” Camilla immediately switched to a sweet, ingratiating smile.
“Has your intelligence network been a bit too ‘crowded’ lately?”
Hera’s words carried hidden meaning.
Camilla’s smile stiffened slightly for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.
“Your Majesty must be joking. For your grand ambition, I have been doing my utmost—wishing I could split myself in two just to serve you better.”
“Is that so?”
Hera did not pursue further, merely withdrawing her gaze indifferently.
“Good.”
“Meeting adjourned.”
Hera stood up without the slightest hesitation and turned to leave.
Lilia quickly followed.
She didn’t want to stay in this damned place for even one more second.
There were too many monsters and freaks here. If she stayed any longer, she feared she’d be devoured until not even her bones remained.
However, what she feared most came true.
Just as Lilia passed by Mary—
That little girl who had been quietly pretending to be harmless suddenly reached out a small hand and grabbed the corner of Lilia’s apron.
The movement was so fast it was impossible to see clearly.
Lilia had no choice but to stop.
Hera also paused, turning her head slightly, looking at the scene with some confusion.
Mary raised her head.
On her porcelain doll-like face was an innocent, pure smile.
She lifted the broken bear in her arms and waved it at Lilia.
“Big sister.”
Her voice was soft and sticky sweet.
“You smell really nice.”
“Mr. Bear says he likes you very much.”
Lilia forced out a dry laugh. “Th… thank you?”
Who the hell wants that broken bear to like them?!
How was this any different from receiving a “good person card” from the Grim Reaper?
“So…”
Mary suddenly jumped down from the chair.
She landed without a sound.
Step by step, she walked up to Lilia, standing on tiptoe.
Leaning close to Lilia’s ear—
In a voice that only the two of them could hear, she softly said:
“Tonight, can I come play with you?”
“This time, without Sister Hera by your side, you’ll become even more interesting, right?”
Lilia’s entire body stiffened.
She slowly turned her neck, looking toward Hera in front of her, her eyes filled with a desperate plea for help.
The occupational hazard risk here was way too high—no amount of money could make her keep this job!