"With your very lives resting in my hands... how dare you defy ?"
Her voice was like thunder, shaking the very souls of the demon race's higher-ups who had sided with Aragon.
As high-ranking demons, they were chosen elites—intelligent and knowledgeable.
Naturally, they knew about the restraint and control magic implanted by Demon Emperor Morgan Crimson.
However, more than six thousand years had passed, and most had long forgotten its existence.
Moreover, none of the Demon Emperors before Liliana had ever been recorded using the magic to kill their own kind, making it even easier to forget.
But now... witnessing the magic firsthand, they were horrified to realize the true power of the figure seated on the Demon Emperor's throne!
"Damn it! I completely forgot about that magic! I'm dead!" One of the higher-ups cursed inwardly, regretting his foolish decision to support Aragon.
It wasn't just him—every demon higher-up was now overwheld with regret and fear, realizing how foolish and naive they had been.
The Crimson Family had ruled the Demon Empire for thousands of years not just because they were powerful and extraordinary, but because of their ruthless thods.
The founder of the Demon Empire, Morgan Crimson, used special ans to suppress dissidents and eliminate those who opposed him, allowing him to establish the empire in the past.
The Demon Emperors after him were no less remarkable, each possessing undeniable talent, formidable abilities, and exceptional intellect.
This was why the Demon Empire had stood strong for thousands of years, reaching the peak of its glory despite the ever-present threat of the Three Heroes of mankind.
Only after Liliana Crimson was born and beca the sole successor to the Demon Emperor's title did those who had grown complacent with power and comfort begin to see an opportunity to rise—and act.
But they had made one fatal mistake.
They had ignored the weight of Liliana's surna—Crimson.
It was a family na that had dominated for thousands of years, producing emperors of unmatched talent and power!
"Damn it! How did this happen!?" Aragon roared inwardly, consud by rage and despair.
As the mastermind behind the rebellion, the pressure Liliana placed on him was far greater than what his supporters endured, crushing him until it felt as if his very bones might shatter.
However, the pain was nothing compared to the crushing failure of his plan to overthrow Liliana.
For years, he had dedicated himself to ticulously crafting this sche.
He endured the humiliation of Heidel's presence, which constantly suppressed him.
On top of that, he had even gone to the lengths of cooperating with the other higher-ups and inciting them against Liliana.
But for what? All his carefully laid plans were destroyed in an instant—just as victory was almost within his grasp!
He had never expected Liliana's mastery over the inheritance of the previous demon emperors to be this profound, leaving him drowning in despair.
With the situation completely reversed, he knew he was utterly defeated. There was no longer any chance of winning against Liliana.
Zariel and Noah, who had sided with Aragon, paled as they exchanged glances, unable to hide their regret.
They knew their plan had failed, and today would likely be their end.
What they didn't notice was that Daniel, Livia, and Zahat—who were also suppressed by Liliana's aura—were secretly exchanging glances, faint smiles forming on their lips.
Of course, this sudden turn of events left many of those who had betrayed Liliana filled with regret, while those who had remained loyal to her rejoiced.
Their unwavering support had not been in vain. Because they had stood by her side, they were safe—spared from Liliana's wrath.
Moreover, they were certain she would reward their loyalty, making their confidence soar even higher.
Liliana slowly eased her aura, allowing those suppressed by it to finally move—if only slightly.
One of them hurriedly crawled toward her, kneeling as he slamd his forehead against the floor.
"Your Majesty Liliana, forgive ! I was wrong! Please spare my life!"
He was a fierce-looking man, the Demon Empire's minister of infrastructure affairs, and the closest ally of Aragon.
But in this mont, none of that mattered.
He knew that if he didn't beg for forgiveness imdiately, his life would end today.
And to survive, he didn't hesitate to betray Aragon.
Watching his trusted comrade turn on him, Aragon's face flushed red, and a tightness gripped his chest.
He knew he had lost completely, but witnessing such blatant betrayal still stung.
Yet, the humiliation didn't end there.
Seeing the minister grovel, the other demon higher-ups who had once turned against Liliana scrambled to do the sa.
"Your Majesty Liliana, please spare as well! I regret my betrayal! Please give a chance!"
" too! Your Majesty Liliana, you are rciful and just! Please forgive !"
"Your Majesty Liliana…"
Many of them pleaded in terror, tears streaming down their faces.
The force of their foreheads striking the floor left their skin split and bleeding, yet they didn't care. Desperately, they continued begging for rcy.
But Liliana remained unmoved, her expression cold as she listened to their cries.
The question she had asked earlier had been their final chance to repent.
After all, she was a benevolent ruler—she had no desire to be needlessly cruel.
But they had ignored that chance. And for traitors, there was only one fate: death.
Without a shred of sympathy, Liliana turned her gaze toward Aragon, a faint, mocking smile playing on her lips.
"How does it feel to be betrayed by those you trusted? Doesn't it hurt?"
Aragon's already flushed face darkened further, his teeth clenching in fury.
Yet, no words escaped his lips. The sheer pressure of Liliana's aura made it difficult for him to even move his mouth.
Her smile widened as she cast one-way communication magic on him, her voice a whisper laced with scorn.
"Aragon, you never change. No wonder you always lost to Heidel in the past."
The words struck like an arrow straight to his heart. His body trembled violently before a powerful aura erupted from within him.
Unfortunately for him, Liliana's aura instantly crushed it back to the ground, pinning him under its weight.
She then turned her gaze back to those still cowering before her, an indifferent chuckle escaping her lips.
"I gave you a chance, and you ignored it. Now, accept your fate."
Their faces turned deathly pale, as if all the blood had drained from their bodies.
Before anyone could muster a response, a sudden, agonized scream shattered the silence.
All eyes turned toward the fierce-looking man who had first knelt before Liliana. He convulsed violently on the floor, gasping for air, his face flushed red like a boiled shrimp.
Monts later, his body went rigid—then stilled completely.
The throne room was instantly engulfed in an eerie silence.
And then, amidst the suffocating stillness, Liliana's voice rang out, cold and thunderous.
"Now, accept your punishnt!"
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