Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 334 - 334 132 Meeting the Parents

334: Chapter 132: eting the Parents 334: Chapter 132: eting the Parents Her voice was not loud, but her articulation was crystal clear.

dea, her face flushed, released Aske and patted down the hem of her garnt.

“In my hidden voice through the Mind Channel, ‘This is my forr personal maid Marquina, appointed by Her Majesty, my mother.'”

The first part introduced Marquina as her public relation, while the second hinted at the person behind her.

“How did you co to be here, Marquina?” dea asked seriously.

“Your Majesty wished to see you, Your Highness.

So, she had open a Teleportation portal on your essential path,” Marquina said, slightly bowing and then stepping aside to reveal the portal behind her.

“dea!” dusa’s voice sounded in the depths of her mind for the first ti in a long while, “Behind that portal reeks of Purgatory!”

“That must be Lingbo City,” dea reminded the two through the Mind Channel, her expression sowhat solemn.

Lingbo City, originally nad Limbo, ans “the edge of Hell,” purported to be the dwelling of the Spiritual Body on the verge of death, located on a Half-plane between Purgatory and the Main Plane.

The Enchanting Demon Queen was the actual ruler of that Half-plane.

“So, is your mom calling you ho for dinner?” Aske concluded.

dea: ……

No, it is indeed my mom calling, but definitely not for dinner…

“Wait, you’re saying dea’s mother is the Enchanting Demon Queen?” Thira finally caught on.

“Only just realized?” Aske said.

Thira was speechless; she had guessed that dea might co from a noble family in the East but never imagined she was the direct daughter of the Enchanting Demon Queen.

Speaking of which, how could an enchanting demon possibly have androphobia?

That doesn’t add up!

It’s like the Pope washing the feet of a heretic, a total defiance of established character!

“Ladies and gentlen,” Marquina interjected again, “Her Majesty is waiting for you.”

“What should we do?” dea asked Aske through the channel, “Should we go?”

“I’ll remind you,” Aske said, “that’s your mom.

You know her character and attitude toward us best.”

“Let explain then,” dea said, “from my birth, she was already a demigod, and neither I nor my father has ever fully understood her mind.”

“dea, your mother, the Enchanting Demon Queen, is a demigod?

Then how could she marry your father?” Thira found it utterly incredible.

“She never married my father,” dea explained, “She only pretended to be a slave, seducing a Middle Eastern rchant to buy her at the market, who then gifted her to my father—she liked to play this happenstance encounter ga, always adopting different female personas to briefly consort with different n.”

“Only when my father discovered her identity, he apparently offered a very high price to keep her.

I’m not sure what it was exactly, but she agreed to stay in his mansion temporarily until she got bored.”

“So, the title ‘Enchanting Demon Queen,'” Thira pondered, “is not as the world rumors, that your father made a female slave of Enchanting Demon Bloodline a queen.”

“Rather, it’s because she is truly the most powerful among those of the Enchanting Demon Bloodline,” dea sighed, “the queen among enchanting demons.”

“Cough, cough,” Marquina coughed again, her gaze at her highness marked with a hint of resentnt, “Your Highness, have you finished your discussion?”

“Not yet!” dea said impatiently, then added on the Mind Channel, “Aske, you better think this through.”

“Rashly entering the territory of a Demigod with unclear intentions is not safe.

If it were just , there would be no issue, but for you all…

if she decides to harm you, I am powerless.”

“That’s not a problem,” Aske replied.

“I have so experience dealing with Demigods.”

“What experience do you have…” dea thought for a second and then realized, oh, right, this guy did indeed seem to have extensive experience with similar character types in that world called “Song of Iron and Fire” before he ca to this one.

If that world also had an Enchanting Demon Queen…

Ptui, ptui, ptui, no, that’s not right, this world is real, not so ga world; how can you be sure that the Enchanting Demon Queen from that world is the sa as this one?

“My reason is simple,” Aske said.

“Since your Maid, Marquina, has been sent here to ambush us, clearly your mother knew we would be passing this route.”

“If she wanted to harm us, we would have been dead by now; there’s no need for her to lure us in like this.”

“You know nothing; she loves to play with people’s hearts,” dea still worried.

“Maybe she’s just trying to make you feel at ease, and then when you lower your guard, she’ll strike, leaving you to die in a state of shock, horror, and regret.”

“That sounds like a gigantic version of dea,” Thira analyzed, “a Demigod version.”

“Do you still have the mood to joke at this ti, Theodora!” dea was also irritated.

“That actually reminds ,” Aske had an epiphany, “dea, if you were the Enchanting Demon Queen and suddenly found out your daughter, who has a male phobia, was mingling with a male rcenary, what would you think?”

“I would…” dea realized, “I would have two assumptions, either her phobia has been cured or this male rcenary is special.”

“So, to figure this out, you would need to see your daughter and that male rcenary with your own eyes,” Thira continued the analysis, “and if you find it’s the second reason, you would…”

“Well, if she discovered that, she would definitely find it amusing,” dea sighed, and her mind began to change, “She really, hmm, probably wouldn’t harm you.

She is quite generous with people she finds interesting.”

Generous with those she finds interesting, whimsical with those she does not?

Thira couldn’t help but ponder the implications of her words.

“The key thing is,” Aske brought out his trump card, “your Bloodline is the sa as your mother’s, so she definitely has your follow-up formula, even the Magic Potion.”

“eting her and winning her over, your upgrades would no longer be a concern.

Think about it, dea, you’ve always wanted a Demigod’s protection, haven’t you?

Now’s your chance, and she is your own mother!”

“Hmm!” dea was imdiately tempted.

Though the Enchanting Demon Queen had many children and lacked a motherly affection for dea, with Aske here, perhaps so benefits could be extracted from her.

Seeing that the three were finally ready to set off, Marquina gestured for them to follow.

Thira, without a sound, placed her hands behind her back and held onto the Ancient Book at her waist.

Since everything had happened so suddenly, she hadn’t had ti to notify the people at Stovefire Island Manor yet.

However, to prevent soone else from suddenly teleporting next to them and causing a blunder, they had already set up a clever and concealed notification chanism—she teleported a Dagger, hidden at her waist, to the table in the grand hall of Stovefire Island Manor.

In the manor, Mia was playing darts with Miel when suddenly, a Dagger appeared out of thin air on the nearby table.

Sothing had happened outside; this was Thira’s warning to everyone not to teleport there rashly.

So, Mia and Miel exchanged glances and hurried off to inform the rest of the girls.