Chapter 110 : What Is That
Chapter 110: What Is That?
Hera did not speak.
She simply lowered her gaze, letting her eyes sweep over Lilia’s bare feet.
Then, she took a step forward.
Lilia reflexively stepped back.
The maid’s side chamber was already small to begin with—after placing a single bed and a table, there was barely any space left.
With Hera stepping in, the entire room instantly felt cramped.
That pressure unique to someone in a superior position, along with that cold cedar fragrance, filled every inch of the air.
Lilia had nowhere left to retreat; her back pressed directly against the wall.
“Um… Master, why have you… come personally?”
Lilia forced out a smile uglier than crying, her back tightly against the wall, trying to appear less guilty.
“If there’s something you need, you could’ve just ordered me—no need to trouble yourself like this…”
Hera still didn’t respond.
She scanned the room.
Her gaze passed over the messy single bed, over the unfinished cheap black tea on the table, and finally settled on Lilia.
That look was like examining something that belonged to her—checking whether it had been damaged, or… whether anything suspicious was hidden.
Lilia’s heart pounded wildly.
If Hera found out that little succubus had come earlier to persuade her to escape…
Or worse—if she found out that lunatic Mary had been here…
Lilia felt like the head on her neck was already starting to loosen.
“Can’t sleep.”
Hera finally spoke.
Her voice was slightly hoarse, carrying traces of lingering drowsiness—unexpectedly… a little alluring?
Lilia froze for a moment.
Can’t sleep?
Even the Demon Queen suffered from insomnia?
“Th-then… should I heat up a cup of milk for you?” Lilia asked tentatively, just wanting to escape this suffocating two-person space.
Hera ignored her suggestion.
She turned to face Lilia.
Those golden eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze slowly drifting downward.
Finally, it locked onto Lilia’s right hand hidden behind her back.
Lilia’s whole body stiffened.
This was bad.
She had opened the door too hastily earlier—she hadn’t had time to put the small bottle down!
Now it was clenched tightly in her palm, hidden behind her back.
The glass bottle was even damp with the sweat of her hand.
If Hera saw this…
A Personal Maid holding a powerful XX meant for the Demon Queen in the middle of the night—
Could this even be explained?
Even jumping into the moat wouldn’t wash this clean!
This was attempted misconduct!
“What are you holding?”
Lilia swallowed.
She pulled her hand further behind her back, shaking her head like a rattle drum.
“N-nothing!”
“It’s just… just… there are some mosquitoes in the room—I caught one!”
Hera raised a brow.
She stepped forward again, almost pressing Lilia into the wall.
The cold cedar scent grew stronger, along with the heat radiating from Hera’s body.
“A mosquito?”
Hera repeated the word, a faint curve seeming to tug at the corner of her lips—mocking, or perhaps amused.
“If it’s a mosquito.”
She extended her hand.
Long, pale fingers, neatly trimmed nails—yet carrying an undeniable authority.
Her hand stopped in front of Lilia.
Palm facing upward.
“Let me see.”
Lilia: …
See what?
See the corpse of a mosquito that didn’t even exist?
Cold sweat soaked through Lilia’s back.
She stared at Hera’s hand.
If those fingers clenched even slightly, her neck would snap like a brittle cracker.
“M-master… um… the mosquito’s already crushed, it’s too disgusting…”
Lilia made her last desperate attempt, her voice trembling like a sieve.
Hera did not withdraw her hand.
Instead, she grew more patient, leaning forward slightly, those golden eyes staring directly into Lilia’s evasive gaze.
Four simple words.
They sealed off all her escape routes.
“Take it out.”
Her tone grew heavier.
his wasn’t a request—it was an order.
Lilia wanted to cry.
This life was impossible to live.
In front, a psychotic loli threatening to dismantle her; behind, an iceberg Demon Queen inspecting contraband.
What sin had she committed to end up as a maid in this hellhole?
The glass bottle in her hand grew slipperier.
She could even feel the liquid sloshing inside.
If she took it out…
Hera only needed one glance, one sniff—given her experience, she would immediately recognize what it was.
How would she explain it then?
“Really… it’s nothing…”
Without any warning, Hera extended her other hand, reached around Lilia’s waist, and grabbed her right wrist from behind.
Lilia cried out, “Ah!”
Hera’s grip was astonishingly strong.
She effortlessly dragged Lilia’s hand out from behind her back.
Lilia clenched her fist desperately, trying to hide the small bottle within her palm.
But her strength, in front of Hera, was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Hera gripped her wrist and applied a bit of force.
A wave of numb soreness spread.
Lilia’s fingers loosened uncontrollably.
The small glass bottle filled with pink liquid was exposed under the dim candlelight.
The liquid swayed inside.
Hera’s gaze fell upon the bottle.
The air froze instantly.
Lilia closed her eyes. Only two words echoed wildly in her mind.
It’s over.
It’s over.
Completely over.
The pink liquid sloshed inside the glass bottle, reflecting an eerie yet cheap glow, glaring like the midday sun in this dim room.
Lilia looked at that damned bottle in Hera’s hand, feeling as if her soul had already left her body, floating near the ceiling, watching expressionlessly as she was about to be executed.
Hera held the thumb-sized bottle between two fingers and raised it before her eyes.
The liquid inside still swayed.
She narrowed her golden eyes slightly, her gaze passing through the ambiguous pink liquid, finally landing on Lilia’s pale, paper-white face.
The room was deathly silent.
Even the wind outside seemed to have stopped.
Lilia could hear the pounding of her Carotid Artery, like a desperate countdown.
“Mosquito?”
Hera spoke.
Her voice was light, yet like shards of ice stuffed directly down Lilia’s collar.
She didn’t ask what the thing was.
She didn’t need to.
Lilia’s knees went weak.
Without hesitation, without any mental preparation—
With a “thud.”
Her knees slammed onto the floor, producing a dull, teeth-aching sound.
The movement was standard, the posture practiced—from standing upright to full prostration, the entire process flowed smoothly, so fast it even left an afterimage.
“I’m sorry! I was wrong!”
Lilia pressed her forehead tightly against the cold floor, her voice trembling with a kind of reckless resignation.
“I shouldn’t have lied to you!”
“Th-this… this is… that kind of… that kind of filthy, shameless, disgusting thing!”
Hera did not speak.
She remained standing there, looking down at the trembling figure at her feet.
That silence was more suffocating than any roar.
After a long time.