Chapter 89: Morning

As night faded and dawn broke, the sound of knocking echoed outside accompanied by Leila’s light greetings.

“Sorry, Miss Vilyric, are you awake? Today is the day of negotiations between the United Kingdom and the Mountains of Ten Thousand Demons. You asked me last night to wake you up early.”

“Uh…”

A worm-like bundle on the bed lazily rolled over, a small black head slowly extending out from the center. Vilyric rubbed her somewhat sleepy eyes and gradually regained her consciousness.

Last night that was…

Ah, so I really didn’t dream anymore… Whatever, let’s get down to business first.

Leila was already urging for the third time. Usually, she wouldn’t interfere with how late Vilyric slept in the morning, but the Priestess specifically instructed her yesterday to wake her up no matter what.

“I’m awake! Leila, go ahead and get busy; I’ll be out in a bit!”

“Okay, Miss Vilyric. Breakfast is already prepared, so please come quickly.”

The footsteps of the Winged Girl gradually faded away, and as Vilyric sat up in bed, she couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional.

She and her sister Renée were really getting more and more like proper maids. She remembered the first time she met them; the sisters were dressed in maid outfits. Worried it might bring back psychological shadows, Vilyric never mentioned it, but they gradually started taking on the caring role on their own…

Perhaps they wanted to prove that being with the Priestess was not without purpose. After all, compared to so-called angelic bloodlines with legendary powers, these little acts were much more helpful to Vilyric.

Alright, time to get up quickly.

Xiao Guang still hadn’t returned, but that was normal. Ever since Snow Wing became the second resident of the pet space, Little Dragon Daughter no longer had to whine out of boredom all day; she often returned to the space for battle training with Snow Wing until dawn, before the latter left for work in the Aibus world.

The bond between the sisters was strong, and Little Dragon Daughter found other things to do, no longer lingering around her; naturally, the Priestess was very pleased. After all, neither the Dragon Tribe nor the Snow Wing born from light needed to sleep at regular intervals, so it wasn’t a problem.

By now, Snow Wing should have already left.

Throwing off the covers, the girl lightly jumped off the bed. After summoning the artifact’s cover form to conceal her bare, fair skin, Vilyric raised her hand to draw a familiar summoning circle.

“Contract Summon: Xiao Guang!”

With a flash of light, the golden-haired Dragon Daughter appeared in the center of the circle once again.

However, Vilyric was somewhat surprised to see that Little Dragon Daughter didn’t look so well. While she wasn’t injured, her golden hair was somewhat messy, and her short clothing made of dragon scales had a few charred marks, as if it had been exposed to high temperatures.

“Uh… Xiao Guang? What happened to you?”

Seeing her pet looking dejected, Vilyric quickly ran her fingers through Little Dragon Daughter’s disheveled hair, but inwardly she was muttering.

This training intensity seems a bit high? Or is Snow Wing really progressing this quickly, able to leave marks on the holy crystal dragon who is ten levels higher and equipped with various gear during battle?

“Tch… I was careless, Master. I’m fine.”

Seemingly a bit embarrassed, Xiao Guang gently shook off Vilyric’s hand, like a puppy shaking off water, and those charred marks turned into dark powder that slowly fell away, allowing the golden-haired girl to return to her normal appearance.

“Is it Snow Wing? That kid can do this much now?”

“She… cough, is indeed progressing quickly, but she’s still far from being able to fight me; this happened mainly because we made a bet…”

“A bet?”

Vilyric tilted her head in curiosity, but Little Dragon Daughter appeared slightly uncomfortable, like she had touched a sensitive area, and awkwardly changed the subject.

“No, it’s nothing, Master. Let’s not talk about this; you have important things to do, right?”

Huh…?

These two little girls are pretty good; they’re starting to have their own little secrets?

But as their guardian, Vilyric felt she should indeed allow them some appropriate privacy. Since it was a personal bet between sisters, and Xiao Guang didn’t want to discuss it, it was best not to press for now; it likely wasn’t anything particularly serious.

“That’s right, let’s go outside; we shouldn’t keep Renée and the others waiting.”

Upon arriving at the main hall, Leila, Edwina, Tilysha, and other familiar companions were happily chatting at the dining table, while Walter and the demons were nowhere to be seen.

That was to be expected, after all. Following their dinner here yesterday, the demons temporarily said goodbye to Vilyric and snuck out of Demon Town at night. According to plan, they would join Iwen and other demons responsible for negotiations today and head to the border town to represent the Mountains of Ten Thousand Demons in talks with the United Kingdom.

Vilyric hadn’t mentioned keeping a few moochers in her household to Mona and Lan either, because it wasn’t necessary. She wasn’t leaning toward either side in this matter, just like how the Priestess could have directly handed Noviya Moonshadow to Walter but instead facilitated this negotiation.

She only hoped that through her modest efforts, she could help curb the discrimination within the United Kingdom, and she felt that was all she could do.

After breakfast, everyone set out together. Vilyric would be personally attending the negotiations, and it would give the others a chance to see it as well; such a large event was a rare experience, especially for Tilysha, who hadn’t seen much of the world.

Although it was still early, Demon Town was already bustling with excitement. The news that the Lady Princess would be negotiating with the Mountains of Ten Thousand Demons today to resolve many recent conflicts had spread far and wide, and everyone had seen the various changes in the city over the past few days.

Although a considerable number of people influenced by the United Kingdom’s disdain for other races’ traditional cultures dismissed the negotiations, even secretly deriding the current Queen’s government as surrendering cowards.

But ultimately, ordinary people were more concerned about the trivial matters of their daily lives—if they could resolve problems and improve their economic conditions, they wouldn’t genuinely oppose the negotiations.

After all, it was just some gossip.

When they arrived at the City Lord’s residence, Mona and Lan were already prepared, having gathered everyone, waiting for Vilyric to arrive as agreed.

Since it was a rare formal occasion, Little Mona had changed into a splendid gown representing the United Kingdom like a princess, adorned with a crown. Although her figure and face still showed signs of youth, the royal nobility was beginning to shine through, enough to inspire a sense of reverence in the less firm-minded.

And as the Acting City Lord of Demon Town and the official representative for the negotiations, Lan was also not dressed in casual clothes or the standard military armor of the kingdom today.

Instead, she wore an elegant dark golden robe with a high, rounded collar—the signature attire of the City Lord of Demon Town. The great sword “Clear Storm” was notably not hanging at her back; it seemed she had stored it in some form of space artifact.

   

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