boyutpedia Chapter 91 : Manage Her
Chapter 91 : Manage Her
Chapter 91: Manage Her
Lilia looked at the three options in front of her and felt like her CPU was about to burn out.
Option A: Tell the truth, reward—Favorability.
Option B: Conceal it, reward—“Suicidal Daredevil” title, plus a broken-leg package.
Option C: Exaggerate the story, reward—《Top-Tier Green Tea Cultivation》, with a bonus berserk buff from the Queen.
Was there even a need to choose?
She met Hera’s probing golden eyes and tried her best to make her voice sound sincere and innocent.
“She said…”
“She said that since I’m that woman’s maid, I must be very ‘fun to play with.’”
Lilia enunciated each word clearly, faithfully repeating what Mary had said.
The air seemed to grow colder again.
The fingers gripping her chin suddenly tightened.
There was no expression on Hera’s face, but within those golden eyes surged an extremely dangerous emotion.
“Fun to play with?”
She chewed on the phrase, her voice low, carrying a trace of icy killing intent.
“What else did she say?”
“She said… that you’re a woman who does nothing but kill and sleep.”
Lilia went all out, selling everything she could.
Better a dead friend than a dead self.
Hera’s movement paused.
She stared into Lilia’s eyes, as if discerning the truth of those words.
Lilia’s heart rose to her throat.
After a long moment, Hera released her hand, her tone returning to its usual coldness.
“Not a single word she says is worth believing.”
Lilia nodded frantically, indicating she absolutely wouldn’t believe it.
At that moment, a faint groan came from the ground.
Batori, who had previously been knocked down by Mary’s casual strike and lay there pretending to be dead, slowly opened her eyes.
She first glanced blankly at the chaotic surroundings, then her gaze focused on Lilia.
Batori’s eyes instantly lit up.
That sick, fanatical gleam appeared once more.
“Mas… Master…”
Struggling, she wriggled across the ground like a maggot, trying to crawl to Lilia’s feet and kiss the tip of her shoe.
Lilia’s stomach churned, and she instinctively stepped back.
However, Batori’s crawling movement suddenly froze.
As if struck by a paralysis spell, her entire body stiffened in place—even the perverse smile on her face froze.
A pressure far more terrifying than when Mary appeared earlier enveloped the entire cave.
It was a primal fear originating from the depths of one’s bloodline.
Belatedly, Batori slowly lifted her head along Lilia’s skirt.
Then she saw the figure standing behind Lilia.
A black windbreaker. Golden eyes.
The Queen of Eternal Night.
“Y-Your… Your Majesty…”
Batori’s teeth began chattering wildly, each syllable sounding as if dragged out from an ice cellar.
The second-stage demon who had been arrogantly transformed moments ago now trembled like a sieve, unable to form a complete sentence.
Hera didn’t even glance at her.
The Queen’s attention remained entirely on Lilia.
“Continue.”
Hera’s tone was calm, as if the high-ranking demon on the ground, nearly scared to the point of losing control, were nothing more than a stone.
Lilia swallowed. Although she felt it was somewhat improper to report someone in front of them, she couldn’t care less for the sake of her own life.
“Batori…”
Lilia quickly laid everything out she had discovered after infiltrating.
From the ledger hidden inside a corpse’s belly, to the three thousand private soldiers concealed in the abandoned mine.
To this grotesque bio-nest before them that had shattered her sanity.
“She said these things are called ‘Ultimate Miners.’ They’re ‘seeds’ sent by ‘that lord.’ Once the experiment succeeds, they’ll be promoted across the entire Demon Realm.”
After finishing, Lilia looked at Hera nervously, waiting for the final judgment.
At last, Hera shifted her gaze away from Lilia and toward Batori, who had completely collapsed into a boneless heap on the ground.
“Batori.”
The Queen’s voice was soft.
“Yes…”
Batori used all her strength just to squeeze out that single word.
Trembling, she struggled to lift her head.
Hera looked down at her from above.
Then, she shifted her gaze back to Lilia.
“What do you think should be done with her?”
Lilia’s heart jolted violently.
Kill her?
That was the simplest and most direct solution.
But after killing her, what then?
Lilia’s mind raced.
This mining area would immediately fall into chaos. Hera might not care, but Lilia had just taken over document work—this would only bring endless trouble.
More importantly, Batori was currently the only lead to “that lord.”
If she died, that lead would be completely severed.
The mastermind lurking behind the scenes would remain hidden in the shadows, plotting an even greater scheme.
No.
She couldn’t be killed.
At least not now.
Lilia met Hera’s gaze. In those red eyes, there was not a trace of fear.
“Your Majesty, I think… she cannot die yet.”
Hera raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by the answer.
“Oh? Give me a reason.”
“Killing her is simple.”
Lilia’s voice was unnervingly calm.
“But if she dies, what happens to this mining area? What about her private troops? Most importantly, the trail to ‘that lord’ will be completely cut off.”
“A dead Batori has no value.”
She paused, glanced at the trembling Batori on the ground, and a cold curve formed at the corner of her lips.
“But a living Batori is very useful.”
“She can continue managing the mining area for us, stabilizing the situation so this mess doesn’t explode immediately.”
“She can continue dealing with ‘that lord,’ helping us extract more intelligence.”
“And…”
Lilia leaned closer to Hera and lowered her voice.
“Isn’t a masochist the easiest kind of tool to control?”
As long as punishment was treated as a reward, and torment as a blessing, she could be firmly held in one’s palm.
Turn her into the most obedient dog.
A dog that would proactively bring back enemy intelligence.
The air fell into a long silence.
Hera simply looked at Lilia quietly, her golden eyes unreadable.
Lilia’s heart pounded rapidly.
She didn’t know whether her “method of controlling subordinates” would seem like showing off trivial skills before the real master.
After a long while—
Hera suddenly smiled.
It was a genuine smile, carrying a hint of pleasure and appreciation.
“Very good.”
The Queen reached out. This time, instead of gripping Lilia’s chin, she gently patted her cheek, the motion carrying a trace of intimacy.
“Very impressive.”
Lilia let out a breath, feeling her back soaked with sweat.
“Since you think she’s useful…”
Hera withdrew her hand and turned toward the giant writhing insect eggs.
She didn’t even look at Batori again, merely issuing a command in an unquestionable tone.
“Manage her.”