Chapter 126 : Sneaking Food Behind My Back
Chapter 126: Sneaking Food Behind My Back?
The wind of Dark Moon Canyon was like a barbed whip, howling as it drilled out from the cracks between rocks, lashing fiercely against Lilia’s body.
She stood alone atop that protruding boulder. If one ignored her calves trembling like sieves, her posture—arms crossed, chin slightly raised—did carry a bit of that tragic heroism of “one man holding the pass.”
It was just that within that heroism, there was a thick undertone of having been completely set up.
“Hey… M-Master… are you still there?”
Lilia called out softly in her mind, her tone so humble it was like she was calling for a cat that might run away at any moment.
No response.
What Lilia didn’t know was that the Demon Queen hadn’t gone far.
On the contrary.
She was closer than ever before.
At this very moment, within the shadow beneath Lilia’s feet, a pair of golden eyes was looking upward.
Only… this angle seemed a bit subtle.
Hera subconsciously raised her head.
What entered her sight was the tight, slender curve of the girl’s thighs, outlined vividly under the close-fitting night outfit, forming a breathtaking silhouette.
Further up…
“……”
How exquisite…
No, wait!
Hera suddenly snapped back to her senses, a trace of embarrassed irritation flashing through those golden eyes.
Why was she like some kind of pervert here, evaluating her maid’s underwear style?
It must be a problem with the sensory sharing of the Conjoined Heart Lock!
That damned ring had amplified desires, that had to be it—it absolutely wasn’t because she, Hera, had any strange preferences!
“Cough cough cough.”
Hera coughed heavily within her consciousness, forcibly tearing her gaze away from those legs that were impossible to look away from.
Business came first.
Since she had taken over that parasite’s ability and invested so much effort into this little one, she had to see how the “goods” actually were.
With a thought.
A transparent pale-blue panel suddenly popped up before Hera’s vision.
So this was the backend of that so-called System?
Hera raised an eyebrow with interest.
The interface was simple—almost crude.
On the far left was a miniature 3D model of Lilia, spinning in place foolishly. On the right was a dense stream of data and a skill tree.
【Host: Lilia】
【Race: Human (?)】
【Class: Combat Maid (Lv.2)】
【Intelligence: Occasionally online, mostly lost in self-induced overthinking】
Her slender fingers slid lightly through the air, opening the skill tab that was still faintly glowing.
【Current Available Skills:】
1. Maid’s Monstrous Strength (Passive): So what if you’re a bit stronger? Housework is physical labor too!
2. Hidden Weapon Mastery (Passive): Anything can be a blade, including but not limited to frying pans, brooms, and letter-opening knives.
3. God-Tier Massage Technique (Active): A divine skill that makes the boss so comfortable they can’t take care of themselves.
4. Shadow Step (Intermediate): As long as I run fast enough, death won’t catch me.
5. The Art of Killing Tools (Passive): Perceive weaknesses, attack speed +20%.
6. Time Stop (Active): A minute just for you~ Want to try touching the boss’s face?
At the same time.
Standing on the boulder, Lilia suddenly shivered without any warning.
The sensation was extremely strange.
It was like a chilling draft—not brushing across her skin, but directly slipping in from beneath her skirt, traveling upward along the roots of her thighs, chilling her all the way to the top of her head!
“Hiss—!”
Lilia sucked in a sharp breath, instinctively clamping her legs together, her whole body arching like a startled cat.
What was going on?
Why did it suddenly feel so cold down there?
And…
That sense of shame, as if something had seen through her completely from the inside out, made her toes curl tightly inside her boots.
“C-Could it be… there’s something unclean down there?”
Lilia stiffly lowered her head, looking at her own shadow beneath her feet.
Maybe it was just her imagination, but she felt like that shadow had just… moved?
It even seemed to wriggle in a rather obscene way?
“N-No way…”
Lilia swallowed, her mind instantly filling with scenes from all kinds of R-18 horror films—tentacle monsters, earthbound spirits, and the like.
Just as she was scaring herself to the brink of collapse—
“They’re here.”
Hera’s voice exploded in her mind like thunder.
Not the usual lazy teasing tone, but a cold command laced with sharp killing intent.
Lilia abruptly raised her head.
At the far end of her vision, around the bend of the canyon, a thick darkness was surging forward silently like a tide.
At the very front were several carriages tightly covered in black cloth. Their wheels were wrapped in thick layers of cotton, producing a dull, grating sound as they rolled over the gravel road.
Inside were hundreds of living humans.
Tonight’s “goods.”
Lilia’s breathing froze instantly. All the chaotic thoughts from before vanished in that moment.
Fear was still there—stronger even, with the stench of blood rushing toward her.
But alongside it, another emotion burned fiercely within her chest.
Anger.
“Are you ready?”
In her mind, Hera’s voice was low and magnetic.
Lilia gripped the short blade at her waist, her palm drenched in cold sweat, yet her crimson eyes shone with a terrifying brightness.
“I… I can’t do this!”
She wailed inwardly, yet her body was extremely honest, lowering its center of gravity and assuming an attack stance.
The next second—
A massive, trembling surge of magic power erupted from the soles of Lilia’s feet without warning!
Before she could even react, she felt her body…
Lose control.
Her right hand lifted on its own, grasping at empty air.
“Buzz—”
Two pitch-black daggers let out excited hums.
“Don’t be afraid.”
Hera’s voice sounded again, this time carrying a trace of barely noticeable gentleness, along with a feverish anticipation of slaughter.
“I’ll hold your hand.”
Before her words even fell—
The “Lilia” who had been standing stiffly on the boulder suddenly blurred.
And vanished.
Below in the canyon.
At the very front of the escort team was a modified monster with a transplanted troll arm.
He sharply sensed the sudden killing intent in the air. A ferocious grin spread across his ugly face as he raised that massive claw to warn the others.
“En—”
Before the word “enemy” could leave his mouth—
A black bolt of lightning, like the scythe of death, silently sliced through the night.
“Puchi.”
A soft sound.
Like a hot knife cutting through butter.
That large head, still twisted in a grin, slid cleanly off his neck without warning, the cut as smooth as a mirror.
The blood hadn’t even had time to spurt.
That black shadow had already passed his corpse, darting into the rear ranks like a ghost.
“The dance…”
“Begins.”
Her vision became extraordinarily clear—so clear she could even see the strands of saliva hanging from the fangs of a modified troll a hundred meters away.
Her right arm lifted.
The two daggers, now under Hera’s will, let out a joyous cry for blood.
【Your body is too stiff.】
Hera’s voice in her mind carried a hint of disdain.
【Have you been sneaking desserts behind my back?】