Chapter 148 : Is This Grass
Chapter 148: Is This Grass?
Lilia frantically complained in her heart: That was a Forbidden Spell, big sister!
A single blast that could fill a canyon hundreds of meters deep!
If it were any other mage, they’d be drained of all life force on the spot and turn into a dried corpse, okay?!
The fact that I’m only sore and can’t get out of bed is already a medical miracle, alright?!
But even if she had ten times the courage, she wouldn’t dare say it out loud.
Lilia could only force a dry smile. “Y-yes… Lilia has embarrassed you. I’ll definitely train harder in the future and strive to cast two Forbidden Spells a day without even panting.”
Hera glanced at her, seemingly seeing through her little thoughts, but didn’t expose them.
The room fell into a strange silence.
Only the occasional sound of wind from outside the window could be heard.
Nestled in Hera’s embrace, the real sense of having survived a disaster finally began to wash over Lilia.
She didn’t die.
She wasn’t devoured by backlash, nor turned into a specimen.
She had even unlocked some kind of… unspeakable achievement.
Thinking of this, last night’s blurry memories attacked her again.
That canyon…
And that so-called Old God Embryo, as well as that headless giant she had blasted into dust with a single Forbidden Spell.
“Master…”
Lilia carefully spoke, trying to break the suffocating silence.
“Um… about the Dark Moon Canyon…”
She swallowed, the image of that enormous meteor crater appearing in her mind.
“Did I… make too big of a mess?”
“Did I cause you trouble?”
After all, that wasn’t just demolition—it was directly reshaping the terrain.
If it got her impeached by those old fossils in the Demon Realm Council, or interfered with Hera’s plans…
Hera absentmindedly played with a strand of Lilia’s silver hair, winding it around her fingers.
Hearing this, she didn’t even raise her eyelids.
“Trouble?”
Hera let out a soft scoff, her tone full of domineering arrogance.
“In this Demon Realm, I’m the one who causes trouble for others. No one dares to call themselves my trouble.”
She released the strand of hair, letting it slip away.
“As for that crater…”
Hera paused, as if thinking of something amusing, a playful smile forming at the corner of her lips.
“Perfect timing. It saved me a sum in excavation costs. I was planning to build a new arena there anyway—now the foundation is already laid.”
Lilia: “……”
As expected of you. Even capitalists would cry hearing that.
You call that a foundation?
That’s clearly the Abyss, okay?!
“But…”
Lilia still felt uneasy. “Um… what about the aftermath? With such a huge disturbance over there, don’t I need to handle it?”
Like writing a ten-thousand-word self-reflection report, or going to the site to hold some sort of appeasement ritual or something.
After all, she was the “culprit.”
Hera finally shifted her gaze from Lilia’s hair and looked at her face.
Those golden eyes carried a hint of amusement.
“In your current state, what could you possibly handle?”
Hera’s gaze meaningfully swept over Lilia’s still-trembling waist.
“Crawl there?”
Lilia’s face instantly turned red as she buried her head even lower.
“No need to worry about such trivial matters.”
Hera withdrew her gaze, picked up the wine glass again, and took a light sip.
The crimson liquid stained her lips, making her look even more bewitching.
“Someone more enthusiastic than you has already been crying there all night.”
Lilia froze.
“Crying?”
Who would be that kind?
Could it be the families of the magical beasts she accidentally harmed?
Hera set down the wine glass and extended a finger, lightly poking Lilia’s face, which was filled with confusion.
“Camilla.”
When Hera said the name, there was a trace of amusement in her tone.
“She thought you were dead.”
“After all, by common sense, that level of magic power eruption wouldn’t leave even ashes behind.”
“So that idiot is currently leading her succubi, saying she’s going to build you a memorial.”
At this point, Hera seemed to find the scene too ridiculous and let out another laugh.
“By now, she’s probably already recited the eulogy three times.”
Lilia: “???”
Huh?
Camilla?
Actually… mourning her?
Lilia imagined the scene.
Camilla, dressed in a tattered long gown, with eyes swollen red like walnuts, standing at the edge of that enormous meteor crater, holding a bouquet of flowers, calling out her name to the empty air with deep emotion…
“Pfft—”
Lilia couldn’t hold it in and almost burst out laughing.
“Th-that…”
“Master, I think I should hurry over and explain…”
“What’s the rush.”
Hera pressed down on her attempt to get up, that irresistible force returning once again.
“Let her cry a bit longer.”
Hera spoke leisurely, her tone carrying a malicious sort of delight.
“She’s been living too comfortably these past few years. It’s time she learned a lesson.”
Hera’s voice suddenly paused.
Lilia only felt the hand pressing on her waist become a little gentler.
Hera’s palm finally left her waist.
The steady, domineering warm current flowing into her body was instantly cut off.
Lilia cautiously moved her body.
“Hungry?”
Her voice was lazy, still carrying a trace of the earlier ambiguous hoarseness.
Lilia’s stomach very cooperatively let out a thunderous “gurgle.”
In this Bedchamber, where even a pin drop could be heard, the sound was louder than that Forbidden Spell.
Lilia’s face instantly flushed red. She covered her stomach with both hands, so embarrassed her toes curled.
“What do you want to eat?”
Hera didn’t laugh at her, only asked casually.
“Should I have the kitchen prepare some magical beast liver sashimi? Or some rotten-bone fish just fished out of the Abyss River?”
Lilia’s face turned pale.
Raw organs, bloody chunks of meat, writhing unknown tentacles…
“No no no!”
Lilia shook her head like a rattle drum.
“No need to trouble the kitchen!”
She scrambled out of the pile of soft, decadent silk bedding.
She even straightened the collar of her slightly disheveled night robe from earlier “treatment.”
“I’ll make it myself!”
Lilia looked up, her face filled with resolute determination as if facing death.
“Um… I… I’ll make a portion for you too, Master?”
“Go ahead.”
……
Half an hour later.
Two steaming bowls of noodles were placed on the priceless obsidian dining table.
Hera sat in the main seat, holding a pair of chopsticks that Lilia had specially found.
She looked at the two bits of green plant fragments in the bowl, her brows slightly furrowed.
“Grass?”
Lilia’s mouth twitched.
“That’s chopped scallions, Master. For flavor.”
She stood nervously to the side, hands twisting her apron.
“Not bad.”
Hera took a bite of the runny egg yolk and gave a very Demon Queen-style evaluation.
“As long as you like it.”
Lilia sat at the lower seat, picked up her own bowl, and began slurping noisily.
The hot soup went down her throat, warming her stomach.
The feeling of being alive became even more real.
The meal was unusually quiet.
“Once you’re full, follow me.”
Hera glanced out the window.
“Today, there will probably be quite a lot of nonsense to deal with.”