Chapter 108 : Do You Want to Escape
Chapter 108: Do You Want to Escape?
The air in the room felt somewhat frozen.
Lilia stared at the small glass bottle filled with pink liquid in her hand.
Just one drop.
And it could make…
Ugh, spit that thought out.
If this thing were really given to Hera to drink, Lilia didn’t even dare imagine the consequences.
Either Hera would explode on the spot and blast her—along with the bottle—into dust.
Or…
Her mind uncontrollably conjured Hera’s usual aloof and abstinent demeanor—if it were tainted with that pink…
Stop.
She couldn’t think about it anymore.
If she kept going, before Hera could turn her into a specimen, she would probably die first from a ruptured blood vessel caused by overactive imagination.
Lilia hurriedly opened her system inventory and threw the scorching hot item into the very corner slot, even deliberately covering it tightly with a pile of miscellaneous junk equipment.
This was a ticking time bomb.
Unless absolutely necessary, she must never take it out.
“System, you really are the type who loves watching chaos unfold.”
Lilia plopped down on the edge of the bed, grabbing and messing up her silver hair with both hands.
“This is basically a suicide-level mission!”
“And it even wants some ‘great harmony of body and mind’?”
“My heart rate is almost at two hundred right now—that’s pretty harmonious already, I’m about to drop dead any second.”
The room was eerily quiet.
Only Lilia’s heavy breathing could be heard, along with the occasional howling of wind brushing past the window lattice from next door.
Although that Mary had left, Lilia still felt like there was a pair of eyes lurking in the shadows, staring coldly at her neck, contemplating where to start cutting her apart piece by piece.
Two days.
Lilia buried her face in her hands and began seriously considering the possibility of packing up and running away.
Probably negative ten thousand percent.
With Hera’s abnormal perception, she’d likely be dragged back the moment she stepped out the door.
Knock, knock.
Just as the thought of “running away” surfaced in Lilia’s mind, the door suddenly sounded again.
Lilia’s whole body stiffened, nearly launching herself into the ceiling.
Again?
Had that little girl not finished tormenting her yet?
Did she forget some part, or was that broken teddy bear coming back to dig out its fake eye and give it to her as a souvenir?
Lilia held her breath, her right hand instinctively moving to the hilt of the dagger at her outer thigh.
She didn’t make a sound.
Knock, knock, knock.
The knocking came again.
Very light.
Not like Mary’s knocking, nor like Hera’s.
But the sound… felt somewhat familiar?
Lilia frowned.
Barefoot, she walked to the door. Instead of opening it immediately, she pressed her ear against it and listened.
She heard nothing.
She relaxed slightly, but her hand didn’t leave the dagger.
She pulled the door open a crack.
The corridor outside was dim and deep, with only the wall-mounted candles giving off faint light.
A small figure stood at the doorway.
Seeing the door open, the figure visibly shrank back, the two small horns on her head swaying uneasily.
“It’s you?”
Lilia froze for a moment, then slid the dagger silently back into its sheath.
Standing at the door was the little demon she had met before.
Lilia remembered her.
“It’s so late—what is it?”
Lilia opened the door a bit wider, stepping aside slightly.
Although she was now a favored figure by Hera’s side and even the head of some inspection department, she couldn’t put on airs in front of such a simple, low-level character.
They were all just working people—why make things hard for each other?
The little demon didn’t dare enter.
She stood at the doorway, nervously glancing left and right. That guilty look made Lilia’s just-relaxed heart tighten again.
Could something have happened on Hera’s side?
“Did the master give any instructions?” Lilia asked cautiously, her heart already pounding.
Please don’t let it be something like suddenly craving stir-fried dragon liver in the middle of the night… or that potion taking effect—no, wait, the potion was still with her.
At the mention of “master,” the little demon’s shoulders visibly trembled.
She lifted her head, and in those pale violet eyes was a trace of… determination?
She took a deep breath.
Then she leaned in slightly, lowering her voice.
“Lady Lilia…”
“Do you want to escape?”
“…Huh?”
……
The air fell completely silent.
The expression on Lilia’s face froze.
For a moment, she even suspected she had hallucinated from stress.
Or perhaps the so-called “Abyssal Love,” though not taken out, had already released fumes that caused severe poisoning.
Escape?
Here, in front of Hera’s Personal Maid, asking if she wanted to escape?
That was like asking a police officer at the station entrance if they wanted to buy smuggled firearms—utterly ridiculous.
This had to be a trap.
Definitely!
That seemingly honest little girl—who would’ve thought she was such a scheming double agent?
Was she sent by Camilla? Or was this another trick from that insane little girl Mary?
If she dared to nod and say “yes,” would a bunch of guards jump down from the ceiling in the next second and drag her out to be fed to dogs?
Lilia swallowed.
She stepped back half a pace, her spine instantly straightening, her face switching rapidly into a righteous, loyal lackey expression.
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
Lilia put on a stern face, raising her voice deliberately so any “listeners” in the corridor could hear.
“I am Lady Hera’s most loyal servant. In this life, I belong to the Palace of Eternal Night; in death, I’ll be its ghost!”
“Escape? Why would I escape?”
“There’s food and drink here, and the boss… Her Majesty the Queen is so benevolent. I deeply love this land!”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear such treasonous words. Leave immediately, and don’t let me see you again!”
With that, Lilia moved to close the door.
She wasn’t about to fall for this kind of deadly trick question.
“N-no, that’s not it!”
The little demon panicked.
Seeing Lilia about to shut the door, she disregarded status and grabbed onto the doorframe with one hand.
Her thin fingers turned pale from the force.
“It’s true!”
“Lady Lilia, I’m not lying to you!”
Her voice carried a sob, tears welling in her eyes.
“I know your situation is very dangerous right now!”
“That Lady Mary… she’s a madwoman! The ways she tortures people are more terrifying than hell itself!”
“I heard it too… what she said in the corridor.”
The little demon bit her lip as tears streamed down.
“Two days… if you can’t do it, you’ll really die!”
Lilia’s motion of closing the door paused.
She looked at the tearful girl before her, her guard lowering just a tiny bit.
This acting… was a little too convincing.
But… she actually dared to mention Mary’s name?
In the Palace of Eternal Night, when it came to struggles among higher-ups, lower servants usually avoided them like the plague—who would dare to get involved on their own?
“You…”
Lilia hesitated.
“Why are you helping me?”
“What do you gain from this?”