"Now, accept your punishnt!"
With those words, Liliana moved the red threads connected to her fingertips.
In an instant, the traitors scread in agony, writhing uncontrollably.
"Argh! It hurts! It hurts so much!"
"My heart—it feels like it's being crushed and torn apart! Please, Your Majesty!"
"Forgive ! Forgive ! Argh!"
"Damn you, Aragon! Because of your sches, I have to suffer this! I'll be waiting for you in hell!"
Their cries of despair, fear, anger, and regret echoed through the throne room. Many who witnessed the scene turned pale, trembling.
Even though they knew they wouldn't feel the pain themselves, watching their forr comrades—people they had spoken to and laughed with just days ago—being tortured so rcilessly left a deep impression.
Yet, none showed the slightest sympathy. According to the laws of the Demon race, there was only one fate for those who betrayed the Demon Emperor—death.
And considering how fiercely they had tried to overthrow Liliana, they deserved every mont of their suffering.
anwhile, Reyna, Garan, Terran, rlin, and the other Demon Generals felt chills run down their spines as they watched the agonizing tornt unfold before them.
"That must be incredibly painful, right?" Reyna swallowed hard, a shiver coursing through her alluring figure.
Although she had always known Liliana was powerful, neither she nor the other Demon Generals had ever witnessed her true strength firsthand.
But now, for the first ti, she saw just how terrifying the first female Demon Emperor in the history of their race truly was.
A sudden thought struck her, draining the color from her beautiful face.
"If Her Majesty Liliana is this powerful, doesn't that an my chances of getting that handso man, Leon, are even slimr?" She muttered regretfully, biting her lower lip.
In her mind, Liliana and Leon must have a close relationship—perhaps even sothing more.
Of course, that was only speculation. She had no proof yet.
That was why she had planned to speak privately with Liliana after the annual eting to investigate the matter.
But now... it seed unlikely. Not only had Aragon and the Demon race's leaders committed a foolish act of betrayal, but Liliana's display of her true power had also left her deeply frightened.
If the relationship between Liliana and Leon was true, as she thought, trying to dig her corner would be tantamount to suicide.
While Reyna, rlin, Garan, Terran, and the other Demon Generals were consud by fear, only Lilith remained calm and unaffected, as if the scene before her held no impact.
She knew her older sister was powerful and would never have fallen into Aragon's trap.
In fact, she believed the punishnt of death by torture for the traitors was still too rciful.
If Liliana had wanted, she could have inflicted far greater pain with the many magic arts she commanded.
But Liliana had shown restraint, a clear sign of her generosity.
After ten minutes, the convulsions and screams of the traitors gradually faded before finally ceasing.
The throne room, once filled with over seventy people, now held fewer than thirty.
The remaining demons were the high-ranking officials and Demon Generals who had loyally supported Liliana, while the rest consisted of Aragon, Zariel, Noah, and the other three Arch-demons: Livia, Zahat, and Daniel.
In contrast to the pale, fearful expressions of Aragon, Zariel, and Noah, Livia, Zahat, and Daniel appeared more at ease—they even exchanged glances and smiled.
As she observed the scattered corpses of the higher-ups across the floor, Liliana's expression remained indifferent and calm, with no trace of remorse or pity.
From childhood, Heidel had cared for and raised her. Not only that, he had also taught her to be a compassionate yet firm leader in the future.
That was why she had shown rcy, giving the traitors a final chance before putting an end to all of Aragon's treacherous sches.
But they had disregarded her, leaving her no choice but to act decisively and punish them.
"Heidel, I've done the right thing, haven't I?" Liliana murmured softly, letting out a quiet sigh.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. If Father were here, he would certainly approve of your actions."
Just then, Lyra's soothing voice ca from beside her. Liliana turned to look at her and smiled gently.
"You're right, Lyra. Heidel would definitely approve," she replied, her gaze filled with longing.
She then composed herself, her expression turning cold as she cast her eyes upon Aragon and the other Arch-demons, still pinned down by the weight of her aura.
"Did you witness the last monts of your supporters, Aragon? Before they died, they begged for rcy and cursed all your actions," Liliana said, a mocking smile curling on her lips.
She slowly descended the steps from the throne, her steps leisurely and composed. When she reached Aragon, her smile vanished, replaced by a gaze filled with cold, murderous intent.
"They're dead now, and you will follow them. Do you have any last words?"
Her conflict with Aragon was one that could only be resolved by death—either his or hers.
In the past, Aragon had hired assassins to kidnap and nearly kill her.
At that ti, Lyra had protected her, which led to Lyra's own involvent in the danger.
Fortunately, Heidel had arrived just in ti, saving both her and Lyra.
From that mont on, she had harbored a deep hatred for Aragon and longed for his death.
But Aragon's position as one of the eight Arch-demons made it difficult for her to act. Additionally, she had yet to master the inheritance of the past Demon Emperors or ascend to the throne as Demon Emperor herself.
As she grew older and her mind matured, she had hoped to reconcile with Aragon and lead the Demon Empire into a new era of prosperity.
But it seed she had underestimated the depth of the demon's ambition.
After ascending to the throne, Aragon once again hatched a cunning and cruel plan, leaving her gravely injured and forcing her to flee to the human town of Arthamont.
It was in that town that her fate intertwined with Leon's, ultimately leading to the birth of the three little girls.
Now, Aragon openly sought to overthrow her, and she had reached the limit of her tolerance.
If she didn't eliminate Aragon and his supporters now, there was a real possibility that another Aragon would rise in the future.
Coincidentally, she had longed to purge the Demon Empire of those who might one day betray her, especially in preparation for the coming of the Evil God.
In a way, she owed Aragon thanks for giving her the reason to do so.
Hearing her mocking words, Aragon gasped and slowly lifted his head, struggling with every movent.
"Don't get too confident just yet, Liliana Crimson! Even though my supporters are dead, I still have Zariel, Noah, Livia, Zahat, and Daniel by my side!" Aragon gritted his teeth, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. "If you kill , they'll surely avenge !"
His arrogant words weren't without foundation. He had worked with Zariel, Noah, and Daniel for a long ti and knew their loyalty to him.
As for Livia and Zahat, he wasn't entirely sure they would act the sa, but he believed they would.
After all, they were part of the sa camp and should stand together.
Liliana, however, remained unfazed, a playful smile curving her lips.
"Since you're so confident, would you like to prove it?"
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