Hua Shiyu was in a hurry.
She had originally planned to play the long game and catch a big fish.
First, detain this highly suspicious staff member. Hehe, managing to infiltrate the Arbitration Office and even becoming a high-ranking agent on the official roster.
To say he had nothing to do with this incident was simply impossible.
All she needed was a target and a bit of patience, then she could follow the faint thread of Vyea to uncover the big secret lurking deep beneath.
However, plans always fail to keep up with changes.
The long corridor was bright and clear, sunlight warm and gentle as water, and within that sunlit hallway, the girl wearing a pale white uniform could not hide her ethereal beauty.
The girl’s gentle smile made the knowledgeable and talented Hua Shiyu involuntarily recall the Painting Immortal mentioned in the ancient scrolls of the vast seas.
In an era so distant that their civilization had not yet come into being, there was a human who, unable to find a wife, drew the ideal image of a wife on white paper and the next day, the paper wife came to life!
Hua Shiyu had once considered the feasibility of doing the same drawing a wife for herself. She had studied hundreds of obscure Secret Ancient Scrolls, consulted many great scholars specializing in magical construction, Life Binding, and Wisdom Creation.
Unfortunately, creating intelligent life from nothing was a divine power, and creating a fully ideal intelligent being for oneself was even more impossible.
Wait.
No!
Although I’m female-coded, now is obviously not the time to be thinking about this!
Suddenly, cold sweat broke out on Hua Shiyu’s forehead.
This was a formidable enemy one capable of disrupting her calm and rational mind.
“Sister, can you really break free from those handcuffs?” Hua Shiyu asked cautiously.
This huge fish before her was obviously not an extreme antisocial personality; as a spy, she even possessed exceptional charm.
Vyea didn’t answer, only smiling as she slightly raised her hand. The Arbitration Knights around her immediately drew their swords as if facing a great enemy, all pointing their blades toward her.
“Oh my, looks like I scared you all.”
Vyea’s seemingly casual giggle sent waves of unease among the Arbitration Knights, yet her mind was already eight hundred miles away.
In this city, besides her little apprentice, there should be another Hero.
Who could it be?
Someone I once knew?
In fairy tales, qualified villains often had a few friends on the righteous side, once sharing drinks and good times.
Vyea really wanted to reunite with them as friends and chat about the days she was absent—what had become of those people or things she had once carefully protected.
Had they become strangers?
Perhaps…
But if she ever got such a chance, Vyea would only ask one question: Are you happy?
Friends would nod.
Hmm, happiness is what matters.
Then she could let go of her time as a Hero.
At least it wouldn’t have been wasted, right?
Clang!
A crisp sound echoed through the corridor, like jade shattering on hard ground.
The Arbitration Knights stood motionless like statues in the corridor, sunlight reflecting off their cold armor. Their palms gripping weapons were sweating in tiny beads.
The armor that once resisted the sharp claws and fangs of Demons now felt like a mountain of iron pressing down on their bodies.
“B-Broken…?”
Hua Shiyu reached out to rub her eyes but found her arm frozen as if weighed down by a thousand-pound force.
The handcuffs said to be able to restrain Ninth Rank Demons shattered so easily, as if an invisible divine power tore them from the person’s wrist and flung them aside!
“Little sister.”
Vyea slowly approached Hua Shiyu, bending slightly, gazing into the other’s cherry blossom pink eyes, then mischievously pinched her cheek and teased,
“See? They broke on their own.”
An invisible gravity perfectly suppressed everyone present, yet the fragile tiles beneath their feet remained uncracked.
This was…
Authority.
Feeling her cheek freely squeezed and her body unable to move, Hua Shiyu felt a touch of despair.
Authority… among humans, only one kind of person possessed Authority—the Hero.
But this person opposite her was absolutely not a Hero!
Then it could only be a Demon.
Among Demons, only the Seven Demon Kings had Authority.
The Demon Kings were always mysterious and stealthy; yet here was one appearing openly?
Why… which of the remaining six Demon Kings was she?
Was there something in this city very important to her? What had attracted her here?
Or perhaps she was here for revenge.
This city was just the starting point of the Demon King’s vengeance against humanity.
“Little sister, you seem to be trembling.”
Vyea poked the fair cheek of the pink-haired shorty who had been full of sass and fire half an hour ago, suddenly amused by the world’s unevenness:
“Are you worried I’ll hurt you all? Or worried I’ll vent my anger on the innocent?”
“Oh?”
Vyea pulled a pen from her pocket—something she had grabbed casually from the supply room—and, with the pink-haired shorty’s terrified eyes on her, gradually brought it closer to the fair cheek.
“Don’t worry. As the saying goes, the Ancestors’ Law cannot be changed. I always follow the principle that debts must be paid by the debtor. This time, I’ll just draw a little turtle on your face, heehee.”