It is said that whenever a powerful new Demon Queen is born among the Demon Clan, the Saint Sword hidden within the Human Race’s domain will choose a new human, bestowing upon them immense power and the title of Hero, thus balancing the emergence of the new Demon Queen.
‘Hero’—the Sword Saint among humans, the strongest representative of the Human Race.
But obviously, Hualà was not a Hero.
At least, not at first.
Perhaps, many years later, on an ordinary afternoon, Hualà would recall her original identity—a completely ordinary Transmigrator.
And the first Hero chosen by the Saint Sword was not HualÃ, but her good friend whom she met in this world.
When her friend was chosen as Hero by the Saint Sword, Hualà was genuinely happy for him.
After all, no matter what, she’d become the Hero’s brother, right?
It was a pity that her friend was great in every way, except that he was a little too showy and repressed.
Until one day, a certain Princess from the Kingdom bestowed a Magical Potion capable of changing gender upon the Hero, and the light in the Hero’s room burned all night.
‘What? You’re saying that guy’s plane crashed and he died?!’
The young Hualà jumped straight out of her chair in shock, eyes wide in disbelief as she questioned the Herald who had come bearing the gender-changing Magical Potion.
The Hero had indeed died.
This left the Herald in a difficult position, for it was rumored that the Princess within the Capital was cruel and unreasonable.
The war against the Demon Clan at the frontlines was tense.
If word got out that the Hero had died in such an absurd manner, not only would all the Heralds be in trouble, but Hualà herself might not escape unscathed.
Only one method remained.
The aged Herald bowed low before HualÃ, offering the Magical Potion with both hands.
‘Brother HualÃ, please drink the Magical Potion, take up the Saint Sword, and save this country. After all, you wouldn’t want to be arrested by the Capital Prosecutor for the crime of murdering a Hero in the dead of night, would you~’
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Time returned to the Interrogation Room in the Demon King Castle Prison.
Even now, thinking of that shameless old man, Hualà felt a stomach full of anger.
She realized that everyone in the Capital was the same.
Hualà wasn’t surprised at all when she heard the news of her abandonment from the Human Race.
She herself felt no sense of belonging to them.
As the concentration of water element in the Interrogation Room grew thicker, Sidella’s expression remained unchanged.
She continued her actions with one swift motion followed by three slow, listening to the sound of water droplets striking the floor.
HualÃ, suspended in midair, struggled to endure, her flushed face both adorable and enticing.
Hearing the increasingly rapid breathing by her ear, Sidella’s satisfaction deepened.
It wasn’t that she cared about HualÃ’s status as Hero.
She simply liked the stubborn girl before her—whether it was the rare pink hair, alluring figure, or her lively spirit that was uncommon among both the Human Race and Demon Clan.
‘HualÃ, can you still endure such punishment?’
Sidella leaned close to Hual۪̉s ear, her voice temptingly seductive.
‘Won’t you reconsider becoming my Blood Queen’s personal maid?’
‘After all, you have nowhere to go now, do you?’
The punishment had been hard to bear at first, but two hours had already passed.
If she surrendered now, wouldn’t all her suffering have been in vain?
‘You… wishful thinking…’
The words had barely left her lips when Hualà sensed Sidella’s anger.
To ensure she at least survived the night, she chose silence—a form of resistance in itself, at least in her eyes.
She tightened her adorable face, sapphire eyes staring unwaveringly at Sidella, determination burning within them.
Give birth to your child?
Not a chance!!!
Sidella was not angered.
A playful smile lingered on her soft, jelly-like lips.
‘You will understand. For now, HualÃ, remember this night well. I await your next escape attempt.’
With those words, Sidella abandoned any remaining mercy.
Blood Clan fangs emerged, piercing her moist lips, a clear sign that she was ‘serious.’
Rain pierced the clouds, and within the Interrogation Room, a steady drizzle began to fall.
The floor grew hot, humid, and sticky.
In the end, the story concluded as in the fairy tales of the Capital.
The proud Hero was once again defeated by the powerful Demon Queen.
Sidella withdrew her hand, exhaling softly.
She gazed at HualÃ, suspended by silk ribbons and unconscious, sweat soaking the pink hair clinging to her flushed cheeks—truly beautiful.
Her gaze drifted to Hual۪̉s snow-white neck, where blood oozed from bitten lips, awakening her deepest Blood Clan desires.
Several times she wanted to bite down, but ultimately restrained herself.
Resistant blood tasted no different from ordinary blood—utterly flavorless.
She tore her eyes away from Hual۪̉s neck.
Though HualÃ, gifted by the Human Race as a present to the Blood Queen, was already her property in Sidella’s eyes, she enjoyed the daily punishment of the lively girl.
But if, one day, she truly escaped, Sidella would never allow it.
For this reason, she decided some insurance was necessary.
With that, Sidella rolled up the unconscious girl’s skirt a bit more, revealing her pale, flat belly.
‘Don’t try escaping again, cute Hero lady~’
She dabbed her finger in the warm blood by her lips and gently pressed it to Hual۪̉s abdomen, delicately inscribing a certain Magic Pattern.
A crimson heart entwined with thorns, and finally, a symbol of the Blood Clan—a bat’s wing.
Sidella seemed to imagine the scene of Hualà triggering the Magic Pattern, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.
After a moment’s thought, she added a few Human Race words above the pattern.
Once the Magic Pattern was complete, a blood-red glow flashed and the entire design, along with Sidella’s inscription, vanished without a trace.
With everything done, Sidella took a moment to pull down Hual۪̉s battle dress.
The last trace of blood on her fingertips transformed into a cute, jet-black bat.
The little bat fluttered its wings and slipped through the walls of the Interrogation Room without resistance.
Before long, there was a knock at the door.
‘Come in.’
The iron door of the Interrogation Room opened, and a half-dragon girl with fiery red hair bowed and entered respectfully.
What she saw was the back of the Blood Queen—a slender, elegant figure radiating overwhelming pressure.
As the Dragonkin Warden of this Demon King Castle Prison, the half-dragon girl raised her head in awe.
‘Your Majesty, you called for me.’
‘Mm.’
Sidella replied softly.
‘Send her back. The Succession Ceremony is in a few days. Keep a close watch this time.’
‘Yes!’