Late at night, the streets of Demon King Castle Aisaridu were still bustling with life.
Exotic girls from various cultures enthusiastically tugged at young male Demon Race youths who lingered outside, lacking the courage to enter.
Yet beneath this lively scene, a conspiracy capable of altering the entire power structure within Demon King Castle was quietly brewing.
Demon King Castle Aisaridu, Carli Marquis’s mansion.
A soundproof magic enveloped the dim room, isolating it from the outside.
Three figures sat around a round table, the air heavy, their urgent breaths interweaving.
They were the Carli Marquis, Rama Marquis, and Sardin Marquis—who had visited the Blood Queen Sidella that day and harbored strong dissatisfaction toward this parachuted King.
On the round table, a red candle burned, its faint flame swaying with each exhalation, the melting, scalding wax dripping onto the tabletop and quickly solidifying, casting long, stretching shadows across the room.
The weak light barely illuminated the scattered papers on the table, all related to the recent activities and schedule of the Demon Queen Sidella.
This was also the reason the three had gathered here tonight.
“Sidella!”
Carli Marquis clenched his fists, gritting his teeth.
“You’re truly arrogant, not putting us in your eyes at all!”
His gaze hardened, turning toward Rama Marquis and Sardin Marquis beside him.
“What do you two think? Are you really going to swallow this humiliation?!”
Hearing Carli Marquis speak, Rama Marquis and Sardin Marquis seemed to recall the grievances suffered these past days, their expressions turning sour as if they’d swallowed a fly.
Since that audience, Sidella hadn’t been idle either.
She began targeting the forces under the three, stripping away many of their powers as ‘Marquis’ under the name of the Demon King, reclaiming them for herself.
Salary cuts, slashed paid vacations, unpaid midnight overtime!
Every method imaginable to target the three was used without exception.
The decrees she issued landed like heavy hammers, trying to pound the trio into the ground.
Some of their undercover agents, those who handled matters best kept in the shadows, were dragged out and executed as terrorists.
Without a doubt, Sidella saw through their dishonesty and was intentionally eroding their power little by little.
At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before they lost their Marquis titles and were demoted to the most ordinary Demon Civil Servants earning three thousand silver coins a month!
“This can’t go on any longer!”
Rama Marquis stood up angrily, slamming his clenched fist onto the round table.
The scar on his dog head twisted with his fury, becoming even more hideous.
“She’s aiming for dictatorship! Oppression! She wants all our years of effort to go to waste!”
Rama Marquis slapped the wall, ‘pa!’—turning on the room’s lightbulb.
His voice was sonorous and infectious, every word perfectly stirring the emotions of the other two.
“Seriously, after taking the civil service exam three times, I finally climbed to this position—just a step away from becoming Demon King!”
“Can you accept seeing all your hard work evaporate just because a woman named Sidella parachuted in?”
“That woman is forcing us to launch a coup d’état! Now we need a revolution to overthrow the tyrant’s dictatorship!”
“If she can become Demon King, why can’t any of us?!”
At last, the truth was revealed—Rama Marquis spoke what all three had long wished to say but never dared.
Why should the Demon King’s throne belong to Sidella?
Aside from being cute and outrageously strong, what other qualifications did she have?
Who sits on the throne, does it matter as long as someone sits?
Why not us?
For a moment, the air stilled.
Having reached this point in the discussion, the three Marquis exchanged guarded glances, each hiding their own calculations.
It wasn’t until the long-silent Sardin Marquis spoke up.
“By seniority, the Demon King’s position should be born from among us three. Now, seeing someone else snatch it away, why don’t we join forces first…”
Sardin Marquis made a throat-slitting gesture, his eyes cold.
“Afterward, we can compete fairly for the Demon King’s seat.”
As a member of the Demon Race, Sardin Marquis already harbored great ambition and could hardly accept being beneath others.
In his mind, his two old colleagues probably thought the same.
“Can we beat her?”
Someone among the three muttered weakly.
“And the strength of that Dragonkin Girl at her side can’t be underestimated either…”
Sardin Marquis thought for a moment.
“Do you remember? The ‘one’ the previous Demon King left behind.”
“You mean… ‘That Foolish Dog’? Wasn’t it locked up for being uncontrollable? Do you have a way to use it for us?”
Rama Marquis frowned, voicing his concern.
“Actually, we don’t need to control it completely. As long as it can cause chaos in the capital and distract her, that’s enough.”
As if already envisioning Sidella’s defeat, the smile on Carli Marquis’s lips grew ever more sinister.
The three old foxes exchanged glances midair, barely able to contain their grins.
“Since we’re celebrating early, brothers, how about a drink tonight?”
Carli Marquis raised an eyebrow.
“I brought champagne imported from the Human Race.”
The other two stared at Carli Marquis in shock.
Good grief, he came prepared!
You’ve already called us brothers—what’s left to say? Let’s drink together!
And so, before any plans against the Blood Queen Sidella even began, the three Marquis clinked glasses, reveling in fantasies of victory until they were thoroughly drunk.
They imagined trampling the Blood Queen Sidella beneath their feet, seizing the crown symbolizing the King of the Demon Race, and ascending to the peak of their lives~
“By the way, there’s still some time before the plan. Keep a low profile and don’t get discovered before then.”
Carli Marquis burped, thinking it was best to be cautious and offering an important reminder.
“Relax!”
Rama Marquis waved it off confidently.
“If nothing goes wrong, Sidella is probably reading her own and Hero HualÃ’s little yellow book right now. Today’s update reached the critical black room training scene.”
“Huh? You mean the one that’s been making waves in the Prison lately? How do you know?”
Carli Marquis asked sincerely.
Rama Marquis puffed out his chest proudly.
“Because I wrote it, of course!”
***
Demon King Castle Palace Chambers.
“Your Majesty, you should rest soon.”
A Blood Clan maid in a maid uniform stood at the tightly closed door of the Palace Chambers.
Noticing the lights were still on late into the night, she gently knocked and gave a timely reminder.
However, after waiting a long time, there was still no response.
“Your Majesty, you should rest. Tomorrow there’s a schedule to console the families of fallen Demon Race soldiers.”
The Blood Clan maid lowered her gaze, her eyes never leaving the woolen carpet beneath her feet.
Inside the Palace Chambers, light filtered through gem-studded curtains.
On the bed, pages rustled as Sidella rubbed her sleepy eyes.
Her thin silk nightgown shifted with her movements, her alluring figure faintly visible.
After finishing today’s update, Sidella closed the book and let out a soft sigh.
“The spicy parts are written well, but the characters are a bit OOC. Hualà isn’t that much of a weak bottom, and I’m not that much of a villain.”
“Whoever wrote this is probably my anti-fan, right?”