For an entire day, Leticia had been running around the Demon King Palace preparing for the upcoming battle. Her active appearance brought quite nostalgic expressions to some girls who had worked in the Demon King Palace for a long time.
It had been so long since they'd seen such a diligent Your Majesty.
Even Tōri later proactively appeared before Leticia to advise her to rest for a while.
"Some matters, Your Majesty can confidently entrust to us. We can still complete some small tasks."
After hearing this, Leticia immediately gave Tōri several tasks, making this bodyguard lady busy as well.
But if you asked what Leticia was busy with, that would be hard to say, because the results of her entire day of work could only be described as absolutely nothing.
"Sister is completely doing useless work." Even Qila said this. "Can this kind of thing really be useful in battle?"
Leticia had spent most of her time rummaging through junk—well, not actual junk, but that pile of things stored in demon warehouses that hadn't seen sunlight for who knows how long.
"Maybe it'll come in handy?" Leticia looked at the Demon King's collection she had dug out and defended herself somewhat guiltily.
Whether in terms of appearance or other aspects, these things were related to junk. Perhaps they really were genuine junk?
For example, this shiny long sword looked quite pretty, but when Leticia picked it up, she knew this sword's only advantage might be its appearance.
The sword didn't even have a single magic circuit inside—it was just a purely pretty ornamental sword.
Mm, perhaps this could be given to Little Ya as a gift?
"But Sister can't possibly take so many things into battle, right?" Qila gracefully jumped over a shield painted with a fierce monster's head while lifting her skirt. "If you ask me, Sister might as well conserve energy and directly kill them after the people sent out find clues."
Demon King Castle was so large that Leticia naturally couldn't personally search every place. But she was the Demon King—she had plenty of people to send out looking for clues.
The people Leticia had dispatched had already formed a huge net covering all of Demon King Castle and its surroundings. Once there was any disturbance, Leticia would immediately receive news.
She was now like a spider, only needing to quietly wait for prey to crash into her web.
"That's what you say, but not doing something makes me feel uneasy." Leticia scratched her head. Although what Qila said made sense, she just couldn't sit still.
Having finally gotten motivated for once, making her stay home and wait for news felt terrible.
"Actually, staying at home with Sister Bai wouldn't be too boring for Sister, right?" Qila walked to Leticia's side and gently massaged her sister's shoulders. "It would also prevent enemy sneak attacks—isn't that a pretty good choice?"
Yeah, she wouldn't be bored, but Leticia felt her blood pressure might explode.
Bai Ling had completely become a love-brained fool. Being with her meant constantly guarding against that person's sneak attacks every moment—it was too exhausting. She might as well run to the palace to enjoy some peace.
"I don't want to stay with her. If possible, I don't even want to go back there now." Leticia huffed.
The big bed in her Demon King Palace was so soft, so much better than that little house's bed.
"That's not impossible. If Sister really plans to do that, I'd raise both hands in agreement." Qila very much agreed with Leticia's idea. She felt Sister and Bai Ling should indeed have less contact.
With less contact, feelings would naturally develop slowly. Once Sister found another beautiful and suitable girl someday, wouldn't Bai Ling naturally lose competitiveness?
"But I'm afraid if I don't go back, that person will run directly to my Demon King Palace." Leticia said somewhat distressedly.
"She won't. Since Sister Bai promised Sister to watch over Mo Zili, before this matter ends, Sister Bai won't break her word." Qila indicated that Bai Ling's promises had high value, at least more credible than Sister who liked making empty promises. "Unlike Sister, who likes being fickle."
"This is called imperial strategy!" Leticia retorted, but Qila's words indeed made her tempted. "Then I'll stay here tonight. Help me tell Bai Ling that I'm quite busy here and won't be going back today."
"Okay, guaranteed to complete the mission." Qila also smiled happily.
It seemed Sister really hadn't fallen for her. That was really wonderful.
......
"Where's Leticia? She didn't come back?" When Bai Ling discovered only Qila walking into the room, she was somewhat puzzled.
Hadn't Leticia left together with Qila? Why was only Qila coming back?
Little Ya was currently upstairs playing games with Mo Zili, so Bai Ling directly said Leticia's name.
"Sister still has matters to handle and is staying at the Demon King Palace tonight." Qila explained. To avoid Bai Ling becoming suspicious, she specifically handed Bai Ling the junk sword Leticia had dug out that afternoon. "Although I don't think Sister's efforts are useful, she's finally passionate for once—dampening her spirits wouldn't be good."
"This is a 'secret weapon' Sister dug out from the storeroom. She said Little Ya might like this kind of thing."
Taking the silver sword Qila handed over, Bai Ling blinked. This sword was very ordinary—ordinary to a strange degree.
Why would such an ordinary long sword appear in the Demon King's treasury? Could it be that the Demon King who threw this sword into storage at the time thought this thing with barely passable appearance deserved a place in precious storage space?
Mm, well, actually most of the stuff in the storeroom was junk similar to this sword.
Probably something the Demon King at the time casually bought while out shopping.
"It's still too early to give this to Little Ya now." After accepting the gift, Bai Ling didn't plan to immediately hand it to her sister.
Although this sword had nothing special about it, it was still a sword with a sword's function.
Unlike Leticia's wooden stick that could only be used for hitting people without magic infusion, this sword could still cut people.
"Sister Bai could try teaching Little Ya some swordplay. After all, Sister Bai, you're a strong person with the title of Sword Saint." Qila smiled as she suggested.
Bai Ling shook her head somewhat embarrassedly. "Actually, my swordsmanship is terrible."
To put it more elegantly, Bai Ling's swordsmanship had reached the ultimate realm, achieving the state where no technique surpasses technique, returning to basics.
In her hands, even the simplest slash or chop would cause heaven-and-earth-changing effects.
Well, that is to say, Bai Ling being called Sword Saint wasn't because her sword skills were so good, but because the weapon she used was a sword, so she was called Sword Saint.
If she used a spear, she'd probably be called Spear God. If she used a blade, she'd probably be called Blade God.
Her own strength was what it was. No matter what weapon she used, strength was strength—an indisputable thing.
At her level, techniques were almost useless. When fighting those weaker than her, she didn't need technique.
When fighting those with similar strength, technique wasn't much use either. It would basically be an extremely boring and torturous war of attrition, or Bai Ling would succeed with a sneak attack for quick victory.
Here we specifically mention a certain Demon King whose mentality exploded.
When facing deities stronger than her, technique's role wasn't that significant either. The technology Bai Ling currently mastered was sufficient.
But having her teach Little Ya swordplay would definitely mislead students. Bai Ling couldn't even hold a sword correctly.
"I'll find Little Ya a swordsmanship teacher when we go back." Bai Ling carefully held the silver sword. "So Xue'er isn't coming back today either?"
How could Xue'er come back? The maid's job was taking care of Leticia's daily life. Wherever Leticia was, she would be there.
So if Leticia was staying at the Demon King Palace tonight, Xue'er would naturally stay at the Demon King Palace with Leticia.
"If Sister Bai is worried about dinner, then don't worry. There are quite a few servants here specifically for cooking. Even without Sister Xue'er, we won't go hungry."
Bai Ling blinked, almost forgetting that Xue'er wasn't the only one here who could cook.
But why could Qila guess what she was thinking? Was she that obvious?
Obvious? Yes, indeed very obvious.
After all, what else could Bai Ling ask about Xue'er except for eating? She couldn't possibly want Xue'er to help her change clothes.
"Cough cough, is there anything Leticia needs my help with?" Bai Ling coughed twice, changing the subject.
Having stayed in the house all day today without anything happening, she felt such days seemed too boring.
"As long as Sister Bai can protect Mo Zili and Little Ya, that's enough. A stable rear is what Sister needs most." Qila said very seriously to Bai Ling. "And Sister trusts Sister Bai the most right now."
This was naturally just words to humor Bai Ling. Among people Leticia trusted most, Qila and Xue'er were definitely ranked first. As for Miss Bai, being in the top ten would be cause for celebration.
But relatively speaking, among trusted people who could handle such responsibility, indeed only Bai Ling was available. Others, though more trusted by Leticia, didn't have strength that reassured people like Bai Ling's.
Take Qila for example. Leticia definitely trusted her biological sister very much, but would she dare entrust the task of guarding Mo Zili to Qila?
She wouldn't dare, because although Qila's strength wasn't weak, when facing enemies with divine artifacts, victory was uncertain.
But Bai Ling was different. Leticia was very clear about this person's strength. In her view, having Bai Ling as bodyguard provided top-tier security.
With Bai Ling watching the rear, Leticia could run to the front lines to catch people without any burden.
"Alright, but if there's anything needed, just tell me directly."
"Mm-hmm."
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"Oh, you actually escaped. That really surprises me. I thought you'd be caught by the Demon King's army like a little white rabbit."
"Do you still have the mood for sarcasm here?"
In a dark, damp corner, the woman holding a black staff coldly looked at the short-haired woman leaning casually against the wall. Didn't she know how urgent the current situation was?
Their plan had been completely exposed. The Demon King's forces were conducting large-scale searches. Several safe houses were already unusable, and even this place couldn't hide them much longer.
"You clearly promised to watch over Little Mo before I returned, but where is she?" the woman demanded sternly.
She must have fallen into the Demon King's hands.
"I don't know." The short-haired woman shook her head. "In fact, before the Demon King's people entered the academy, your Little Mo had already disappeared."
"Hah?"
"My house was invaded. The intruder's strength far exceeded mine. That person took Mo Zili away without alerting anyone. I don't even know who the intruder was." The short-haired woman sighed. "If we're lucky, perhaps we can still snatch Mo Zili back. If unlucky, we'll have to take the long view."
"Take the long view? Do we still have a chance for the long view?" The woman's hand holding the staff trembled slightly. She had already waited nearly twenty years for this. Did she have to wait another twenty years?
Twenty years—how many twenties does a person have?
"Of course we do. You've already obtained the divine artifact. At worst, we'll cultivate another 'Mo Zili.' It won't take long—a few years would be enough." The short-haired woman showed a devilish smile. "Anyway, you have quite a bit of her blood, right?"
"You have means to remake a Little Mo?" the woman asked with furrowed brows.
Hadn't this technology disappeared forever with that person's death?
Could he have left secret knowledge?
"If I'm not mistaken, he definitely left backup plans. Although the Demon King's action was beyond all our expectations, the Demon King's side definitely didn't find what he left behind." The short-haired woman said very confidently. "Didn't you go to that manor? Weren't there records of anything useful in those books?"
"They only described how to perform the ritual and that deity's preferences. Nothing else was mentioned." As she spoke, the woman took three severely water-damaged books from her bosom. "If you don't believe me, see for yourself."
The short-haired woman took the books and quickly flipped through them.
A few minutes later, she closed the books with a grave expression: "No, he hid that technology. The hiding place is underground in that manor."