The restless morning finally came to an end.
As soon as Mo Zhi returned to her home, she eagerly scooped up a bowl of water and began washing her ears.
“Damn it… why can’t I wash off the scent…”
Her fluffy black cat ears were thoroughly soaked, but no matter how much she rubbed, the alluring fragrance from the Demon King’s body remained undiminished.
As a member of the Cat-demon Clan, Mo Zhi’s nose was so sensitive she could clearly detect scents from over a hundred meters away, let alone the smell lingering on her own body.
To her, this was pure torture!
“Creak”
With a sudden noise, the wooden door was pushed open.
A slender young girl stood outside.
She wore a floral crown and simple cloth clothing, her cherry-colored hair tied in a ponytail.
Her dull, ink-black eyes softened immediately upon seeing Mo Zhi.
“Clan Leader, you’re back.”
Her voice was hoarse, but as gentle as a calm lake.
Hearing it brought an involuntary sense of relaxation.
Mo Zhi lowered her head, still washing her ears.
Although she didn’t look up, she could tell who it was just by that distinct voice.
“Wensha! You’re just in time. Help me wash my ears—stop getting my hair wet all the time.”
The girl named Wensha paused briefly.
It seemed she wanted to say something, but swallowed the words deliberately.
“Alright, let me help you, Clan Leader.”
She walked over and carefully rolled up her sleeves, then began gently rubbing Mo Zhi’s ears.
Her touch was skillful and tender, making Mo Zhi start to purr softly.
“Ah~ as expected, Wensha’s hands are the best,” Mo Zhi purred as she spoke.
“It’s my honor to help the Clan Leader.”
Wensha was the daughter of the previous clan leader.
Frail and often ill since childhood, her delicate frame and hoarse voice were the result of suffering through constant pain.
With such a fragile body, she was naturally unfit to inherit the clan leadership.
When the old clan leader was at a loss, he found Mo Zhi wandering near the Human Territory—a child with three rare tails who had lost all memories except her own name.
Within the Cat-demon Clan, there was a long-standing rumor that the more tails a cat-demon has, the stronger their power.
At first, the clan leader didn’t believe it.
But as Mo Zhi grew, her astonishing strength and talent forced him to accept the legend as truth.
Time passed, and Mo Zhi became the best candidate for clan leader, with Wensha faithfully taking care of her daily life.
Though her role could be called a personal maid or servant, Mo Zhi never liked that title.
In her eyes, Wensha was a friend, family, and the closest little sister.
“There’s a strong aura on the Clan Leader’s body…”
Wensha’s hoarse voice broke Mo Zhi’s moment of closed-eye bliss.
“It’s that shameless Demon King’s doing. I have no way to deal with her,” Mo Zhi sighed, rubbing her temples in frustration.
“Seriously, how did she become the Demon King acting so lazy… I’d rather be the Demon King myself!”
Wensha smiled quietly.
Then, as if remembering something, she calmly said, “Dad said she became Demon King by killing the previous one.”
“The previous Demon King… wasn’t that her sister!?”
“Mm.”
“What a ruthless heart!”
Mo Zhi recalled the massage from that morning—her fists still ached from it.
“Well, it’s no wonder. That Demon King is so strong; it’s probably hard for anyone to defeat her.”
“Actually… it wasn’t about defeating her in a fight,” Wensha suddenly said.
Mo Zhi’s ears twitched.
She raised her head and looked at Wensha with curiosity.
“How did she kill her? Some underhanded method? Like poisoning?”
If that were true, the Demon King’s position in Randis Eberhart’s hands was indeed too cheap.
“Actually… it wasn’t an unfair method either.”
Wensha bent closer, whispering softly into Mo Zhi’s ear.
Immediately, Mo Zhi’s face flushed scarlet from pale white, and she stammered.
“S-s-she died like that???!!!”
“Mm.”
Wensha nodded lightly, her expression still calm and composed.
“No wonder… no wonder her desires are so strong…”
Wensha’s hand suddenly froze.
Her eyes widened, as if she could hardly believe it.
“Clan Leader… could it be that you were also…”
“Of course not!” Mo Zhi sharply interrupted her. “Just… not yet.”
Soon enough, she would have to do that kind of thing with that woman.
The thought alone made her break out in a cold sweat.
That woman—would she kill Mo Zhi the same way…
“Handling the Demon King alone must be really hard for you, Clan Leader,” Wensha said, lowering her eyes with a hint of guilt.
“If I had enough strength, I wish I could help you bear the burden…”
“You’ve already helped me plenty.”
“It’s always just trivial matters…”
Realizing she shouldn’t let her mood fall before Mo Zhi, Wensha smiled gently and said, “If the Clan Leader agrees, please allow me to stay by your side always.”
Her words made Mo Zhi a little unhappy.
She was always like this—while Mo Zhi saw her as a sister, Wensha treated her like a servant.
“That should be said the other way around,” Mo Zhi said.
Wensha smiled but said nothing.
“Okay, all done, Clan Leader.”
“Really a huge help. If I had to carry that scent all day, I’d go crazy.”
Wensha chuckled softly, then seemed to remember something else.
“By the way, Clan Leader, everything you arranged is ready. Everyone is waiting for you at the Plaza.”
“Oh, I almost forgot about the selection! I’m going right away!”
Saying that, Mo Zhi casually dried her ears, changed into a brown robe, and with her fur all standing on end, hurried out.
The Cat-demon Clan’s civilization was not very advanced; most still lived in earthen houses.
Only those of higher status had wooden houses, Mo Zhi among them.
Their clothing was mostly simple linen, and their food was simply prepared—cakes and such were rare.
Only when Mo Zhi dined with the Demon King in the castle would she sneak some delicacies back to share with the clan.
Though becoming the Demon King’s Consort had brought some progress over the past year, it still couldn’t completely change their situation.
“They’re all here, Clan Leader.”
At the Plaza, a line of young, strong men stood side by side.
They puffed out their chests, seemingly showing off their sturdy muscles to Mo Zhi.
Mo Zhi glanced over them briefly, then stood before them with her hands behind her back, shouting sharply, “Those under 1.76 meters, step out!”