After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

In order to reduce the casualties of the witches on the battlefield, Villian vigorously developed the golems, which were originally regarded as inferior creatures, so that the witches' losses were very small until this time in the Anlin Plains.

However, these reforms were only evaluated by the witches as "dishonesty and destruction of ancestors".

While using the techniques created and reformed by Villian with peace of mind, he also did his best to cause trouble for her, and the gossip never stopped.

All the difficulties and curses almost made Violet collapse.

This is the case with the witch, but what is the devil's attitude towards her?

Dirty joke, no attitude at all.

In the eyes of the Demon King, Villian is just a tool to control the witch clan, no different from a remote control.

Does the remote control need to have a mind of its own?

Of course not.

Therefore, Villian hated this mission that was inexplicably assigned to her.

The tormenting thing is that the more she hates the so-called mission, the more the technique will play with fire and make her do things she doesn't want to do.

Kill all the witches causing trouble before fighting the Demon King?

Villian thought about it, but the technique didn't allow it.

Tell the witches the truth?

Villian thought about it, but the technique didn't allow it.

Why not just kill yourself and be done with it?

Villian also thought about it, but the technique did not allow it.

The only hope is that someone else can kill me.

However, even this is almost impossible.

Villian was extremely powerful, even among the top thirteen leaders. Humans, who did not have heroes at that time, were unable to compete with her.

Even if she was defeated on the battlefield, Villian would be forced to flee by the spell, and there was no possibility of her deliberately committing suicide.

She was trapped in her own body, day after day, year after year, playing the ridiculous role of a witch on the surface but a remote control in reality.

Until four years later.

Chapter 16: The Melancholy of Miss Witch

Within the demon clan, strength is paramount and everyone speaks based on their own abilities. Even the Demon King cannot escape this logic.

The career of the previous Demon King, who had provoked the largest human-demon war in history and vowed to wipe out all humans, came to an end a year ago.

In a duel within the Demon Clan, he was challenged and killed by a newcomer from the younger generation of the clan.

As part of the celebrations for the new king's ascension to the throne, Villian and all the thirteen leaders who could be summoned at the time gathered in the Demon King's Castle.

During a break in the activities, Villian, exhausted both physically and mentally, leaned alone on the balcony of the Demon King's Castle banquet hall, sighing.

"...so tired."

"What's wrong? Cute witch~"

As the frivolous and seductive voice sounded, someone pressed up directly from behind and hugged Villian's neck. A strange fragrance instantly enveloped her.

"Stay away from me, you annoying person."

Villian knew who it was without even looking, so she pushed the other person away and turned around.

Standing there was a seductive black-haired woman with an extremely tall and proud figure, her skin exposed to the point of being unbearable to look at.

Add to that the bat-like wings, horns on its head, and the iconic heart-shaped tail, and it's to the point where passersby can guess its identity at a glance.

One of the thirteen leaders of the demon clan, the succubus queen, Prosia.

Prosia, who was pushed away, smiled frivolously, licked her tongue and came closer relentlessly.

"Don't be so cold, little witch. If you have anything that makes you unhappy, tell your sister. Let your sister comfort you, in bed of course~"

“…Don’t touch me.”

Villian covered her face and sighed.

As the leader of the witch clan, Villian is not very popular among the other leaders.

Even in a dance party like this, they just treat me as air, ignoring me if they can, and the impolite ones will come up and make a few remarks.

Except this guy.

Ever since they first met and got to know each other a few years ago, Prosia seemed to have always been fond of Villian.

It goes without saying that in such occasions, she would always come up to me with the intention of committing inappropriate acts. She would even travel all the way across half the continent to come to the witch's territory to harass me.

Can this be considered a friend?

Who knows, maybe a race like succubus has the talent to get along well with everyone.

But for Villian, this self-propelled hormone-spreading machine with impure motives, who was attracted to both men and women and was full of dirty jokes whose truth or falsehood was unclear, was not someone she could get along with with confidence.

Rejected as always, Prosia tilted her head slightly, her face full of regret.

"You're so cold! I came here to ask you because I was worried about you~"

"...We've already reached the stage of going to bed, and you call this worrying?"

"Well, half of it was just a joke, don't take it so seriously~"

That is to say, half of it is true.

Feeling her chastity was in crisis, Willie got goose bumps all over her body and couldn't help but take a step back, subconsciously covering her chest.

Prosia seemed to enjoy her reaction. After observing it with interest for a while, she finally put away her smile and asked seriously:

"All kidding aside, you seem to be in a bad mood. What's wrong?"

Villian's face twitched slightly, and then she looked away slightly:

"Nothing, I just don't like this kind of occasion."

She was indeed unhappy.

I thought that things would change after the death of the previous demon king who engraved the spell on me, but things did not go as I expected.

The procedure is still in effect, and I will still be forced to do the work that makes my blood pressure soar, with no room for resistance or excuses.

As for the new Demon King, he either didn't know about the technique or thought it was fine to continue as it was. In any case, he didn't mention a word about it.

Villian, who had come to the meeting with some hope, was disappointed, so her mood was naturally not very good.

Prosia was used to situations like Villian's, where she was obviously hiding something, so she didn't ask any more questions. She just leaned against the railing beside her, watching the guests coming and going, and changed the subject:

"Don't you feel like something is missing today?"

"What's missing?"

Villian looked at the banquet hall behind her.

In addition to the leaders, those who gathered to celebrate the new king's coronation included representatives of other small races, members of the Demon King's clan, and various other important figures, totaling thousands of people.

It’s not easy to find who is missing here... Well, it’s actually quite simple.

"No orcs?"

Orcs are the largest race within the demon clan, and the orc chieftain, who is their leader, is also one of the thirteen leaders.

This group of barbaric, rude and nosy guys can be said to be literally involved in all sorts of things, never missing any opportunity to join in the fun, and can be said to be the opposite of the witch clan.

And now, with such a big event as the Demon King ascending the throne, none of them were present. This is not normal.

"Yes, there are no orcs."

Prosia waved to the waiter, took a glass of red wine from the tray he was holding, shook it in her hand, and took a sip slowly.

"About a month ago, the main elite forces of the orcs went all out to attack the human fortress city of Gerlos. Have you heard about this?"

"I've heard of it, but it's been a month, shouldn't he be back by now?"

One of the thirteen leaders led all the elite of his tribe to attack a human city. This was extremely rare in the thousand-year history of the war between humans and demons.

And once it does happen, the battle is often over very quickly, with no chance of human victory.

Although Gerlos is a fortress city painstakingly built by humans, in Villian's judgment, two weeks is the limit for it to last.

So she didn't pay much attention.

I don't have the energy to pay attention.

Prosia smiled softly at this.

"It's over, but it's a little different from what we imagined."

"What? Humans are holding on?"

"It's held, and not only that. The latest news is that the orc army was divided and surrounded by humans not long ago, and has now been completely defeated."

Villian's expression froze on her face and she shook her head blankly.

"...Impossible! How could the orcs' elite main force be defeated so easily?"

"Really? Even that great chief had to fight his way out. Haha, I heard he was treated so badly that he couldn't even get out of bed."

If this is true, it would be the biggest defeat of the demons since the beginning of the human-demon war.

For the new demon king who just took office, this gift is a bit too hardcore.

Thinking about it this way, I feel a little secretly happy.

Of course, you can't show it on your face.

While Villian was trying to hold back her laughter, Prosia's hand restlessly reached out to her waist, but was slapped back by the latter in anger.

"I've told you so many times! Don't touch me, you bastard! It'll smell weird!"

But thanks to this, Villian didn't laugh out loud.

Having failed again, Prosia withdrew her hand in frustration and sighed:

"What's the big deal? Why are you so stingy? You're bound to get stained with someone else's scent anyway, so why not let your sister have a taste first... Wait, I'm just kidding, don't really start chanting, this is still the venue for the party..."

Seeing that Villian was really about to lose her temper and looked like she was ready to beat herself up, Prosia didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore and quickly changed the subject.

"Well, if the orc elites suffer heavy casualties this time, there will be fewer guests in the territory for quite some time. Some of my sisters over there really like the orcs' big stuff."

It would be better not to change the topic. Villian held her forehead and sighed with a frown.

"...I'm not interested in your succubus's XP."

"By the way, I prefer younger sisters. Isn't it interesting to defile and train innocent boys and girls to the point where they can't live without you?"

“…I don’t think so.”

"Oh no, just saying thank you already makes me sh..."

“Stop!!”

Villian suppressed the urge to knock the other person away, choking off the increasingly strange conversation and asking:

"Does the Demon King know about the orc army's disastrous defeat?"

Prosia glanced at the center of the venue, where the new Demon King was completely surrounded by guests coming and going, with not even a trace of him in sight. She smiled bitterly and shook her head.

"No, I haven't told him yet. How could such news be conveyed during the coronation banquet?"

Succubus is unique in another sense among the demons.

Even now, when humans and demons are killing each other to the point of having their brains rubbed out, they still maintain a good relationship with both sides and have never really gone to war with humans.

Even now, in some major human cities, there are still "special shops" openly run by succubi.

Even the most radical demon king of the previous generation turned a blind eye to this. After all, he still had to rely on these guys to provide him with intelligence.

A noble or general who has had a lot of fun will always reveal some extraordinary things in bed. As a result, Prosia has become the most well-informed person among the demons.

So it's not surprising that she was the first to know about the orcs' defeat.