The Brainstorming Maniac's Work Report

Ever since last night's spicy snow fish hotpot, which could well be called a "blood-boiling sacrifice," the old butler Sebas's mental state had entered an unprecedented level of excitement.

In his overly-imaginative perspective, enhanced by a ten-layer "Abyssal filter," the relationship between Lord Lynch and the Lady Witch had achieved a qualitative leap.

That violent leakage of shadow magic, that flushed "energy fusion," and the subtle, ambiguous tension between the two... All of this, in Sebas's eyes, pointed to an extremely sacred and terrifying conclusion—

The two supreme lords were preparing to conceive the "Dark Crown Prince"!

"This is a matter of paramount importance that concerns the revival of the entire demon race, and even the subversion of the world's order!"

In the servant's quarters early in the morning, Sebas stood before a somewhat blurry bronze mirror, meticulously adjusting the bowtie of his tailcoat. A fanatical light burst from his cloudy old eyes.

"Since their lordships have begun to breed the next generation's supreme demonic fetus capable of destroying the world, I, the 'Night Watchman' hidden in the shadows, can no longer continue to play deaf and dumb."

Sebas took a deep breath.

For the longest time, Lady Felsy had never issued him any orders in her capacity as a "Witch," and Lord Lynch had always maintained his flawless disguise as an "ordinary human scholar." Sebas knew well that the lords were playing a very large and profound game of chess.

However, conceiving the Crown Prince was no trivial matter. During this "weak" and critical period, the castle's security level had to be raised to the absolute maximum! Any spies from the Church, fools from the Ice Wolf family, or even that gluttonous fox maid and that useless Holy Son could become potential threats!

He felt it was time to reveal his true identity as a secret agent to the Lady Witch and volunteer to take over the upcoming "security work" and "logistical support."

...

In the afternoon, at the glass greenhouse of the Rose Garden.

Sunlight spilled through the massive stained-glass dome, rendering the entire greenhouse warm and tranquil. Various exotic flowers and rare herbs, seldom seen in the Northern Territory, bloomed vibrantly here, filling the air with a faint, elegant fragrance.

Felsy was lazily reclining on a rattan chair lined with velvet cushions.

Today she wore a loose, lacy loungewear dress, her long silver hair cascading freely like a waterfall. Holding a cup of Lynch's specially mixed honey citron tea, she stared blankly at the blue sky and white clouds outside. As she reminisced about the thrilling moment last night when Lynch almost touched her tail, a slightly silly smile unconsciously hung on the corners of her lips.

"Broad daylight, the weather is so nice..."

Just as the Lady Witch was immersed in the cozy daily life of a housewife, a series of deliberately lightened footsteps broke the tranquility of the greenhouse.

"Who is it?" Felsy instantly retracted her silly smile, her eyes returning to their usual aloof and indifferent state.

"It is your old servant, Madam."

Carrying an exquisite brass watering can, Sebas walked out respectfully from behind a row of blooming roses.

"Butler Sebas?" Felsy frowned slightly. Although this old man usually had a very low presence, he was extremely tactful and never disturbed her while she was resting. "Is there something the matter?"

Sebas did not answer immediately.

He walked to about three paces in front of Felsy and slowly set down the watering can. Then, under Felsy's slightly puzzled gaze, this usually hunched, senile-looking butler suddenly straightened his back!

An extremely subtle yet pure fluctuation of shadow magic dissipated from Sebas's aged body.

Immediately after, Sebas knelt on one knee, placed his right hand over his chest, and bowed his grizzled head. He spoke in a deep, solemn tone entirely different from his usual hoarse voice:

"Undercover codename 'Night Raven', Senior Agent of the Seventh Field Division of the Abyss Intelligence Bureau, Sebastian. Hereby, I pay my highest respects to the great, supreme, and ineffable 'Crimson Calamity', the eternal bright moon of our demon race—Lord Syl!"

Deathly silence filled the greenhouse.

Only a few carefree bees were still buzzing among the flowers.

At this very moment, Felsy, sitting on the rattan chair, appeared to be holding her teacup with a calm and imposing demeanor, but in reality, her inner world was experiencing an apocalyptic earthquake.

"Huh???"

"Agent?! Night Raven?! Seventh Division of the Abyss Intelligence Bureau?!"

Felsy's fingers gripping the teacup tightened uncontrollably, almost crushing the expensive bone china cup into powder.

She certainly knew this old butler had demon blood. On her first day arriving at the castle, her high-level demon senses had already detected the faint aura of shadows on him.

However, in a place like the Northern Territory, descendants of mixed human and non-human blood were as common as grains of sand. Many lower-class demons would disguise themselves as humans to work in noble households just to make a living.

Felsy had always thought that Sebas was just an ordinary old demon hiding among humans who happened to be hired by Lynch!

She never in a million years expected that this shriveled old man, who wore white gloves to wipe the railings every day, kept a diary, and constantly bowed to Lynch at the drop of a hat, was actually an ace agent sent by the regular army of the Demon Realm?!

"If this old man is an agent... then doesn't that mean he's seen everything? Me sleeping in every day recently, arguing with Kuma over a bite of dessert, and even being fed by Lynch like a useless wife?!"

"Where am I supposed to put my face as the 'Crimson Calamity'!"

Felsy's toes were curling so hard into the expensive carpet out of embarrassment that she could have practically dug out a Demon King's castle.

However, as the ceiling of the demon race's combat power, and as the Witch who once struck terror into the hearts of the entire continent, Felsy's psychological fortitude was extremely solid.

At least when it came to "putting on an act," she had an innate talent.

"Hmph."

Felsy gave a cold snort, her eyelids lifting slightly as she looked down at Sebas with an indifferent gaze that said 'everything is under control.'

"Finally willing to reveal your identity, 'Night Raven'?"

She took a gentle sip of her honey citron tea, her tone revealing an unfathomable laziness. "I sensed your clumsy disguise a long time ago. I just never pointed it out because I wanted to see exactly how long you could stay undercover right under Lynch's nose. It seems your endurance is nothing more than this."

These words were spoken flawlessly, instantly turning "I knew nothing" into "I knew everything, I was just testing you."

Ah, this is our brilliant Lady Witch. Do you have a leader with such high IQ, I ask you?

Upon hearing this, Sebas trembled all over, his eyes bursting with even more fanatical worship.

"Your insight is peerless, Lady Witch! My old servant's disguise is indeed laughably transparent before the divine might of you and Lord Lynch!"

Sebas buried his head deeply. "The reason this old servant dared to report to you today is because I have discovered that the situation has fundamentally changed. The 'grand plan' of you lords has entered its most crucial stage!"

"Oh?" Felsy raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit guilty inwardly.

What grand plan? The plan for what new dish Lynch was going to cook tonight?

"This old servant understands. You and Lord Lynch have been lying dormant in this castle, using this illusion of an 'ordinary life' to lull the Church and the entire human faction into a false sense of security!"

Sebas's tone was impassioned, as if reciting an epic poem. "And last night, that 'Boiling Blood Ritual' which utilized the ultimate fiery elements of heaven and earth, completely awakened this old servant! You lords are no longer satisfied with merely lying dormant. You... you are conceiving the legendary 'Royal Heir' for the future of the demon race!"

"Pfft—cough, cough, cough!"

This time, Felsy truly couldn't hold it in.

A mouthful of sweet honey citron tea went straight down her windpipe, making her cough violently. Her pale face, originally maintained to feign an aloof demeanor, instantly flushed bright red.

"D-Demoness! Are you alright!" Sebas was startled and hastily tried to step forward.

"Halt! Don't come any closer!"

Felsy stretched out a hand, stopping Sebas from approaching. While coughing into her handkerchief, she stared fixedly at the old man with a look of extreme horror, shame, and disbelief.

She was screaming internally.

"Conceiving... conceiving a royal heir?!"

"Boiling Blood Ritual?!"

"What kind of garbage is stuffed in this old man's head! Last night was just a spicy hotpot! It was merely Lynch trying to satisfy his appetite and conveniently trying to touch my tail!"

Felsy felt like she was going crazy.

Although she was a demoness who had lived for an unknown number of years, she had been single since birth. She would blush just holding hands, let alone conceiving some absurd royal heir with a man!

Was this old man not only an agent but also a max-level delusional pervert?!

"N-Nonsense!"

Felsy finally caught her breath and slammed her hand on the table. Her breathtakingly beautiful face was currently as red as a ripe cherry, her voice carrying obvious humiliation and anger.

"What conceiving a royal heir! Who... who wants to conceive a royal heir with him! That's... that's still too early!"

Extreme shame made her stutter even when retorting. "That was just... just a special cooking method of Lynch's! Just to... to consolidate my magical origin! You old fool, stop acting smart and recklessly guessing your superiors' intentions!"

"Too early?"

Sebas keenly caught this keyword. The light in his eyes didn't dim; instead, it grew even brighter.

"Does Your Grace mean that you are currently still in the preparation stage for pregnancy? Or perhaps because the energy is not yet sufficient, you haven't reached the final step of union?"

"That's it! How difficult it must be to conceive a supreme demonic fetus, how could it be achieved overnight! The Demoness is reprimanding me, telling me not to aim too high, but to down-to-earthly do a good job in the current security work!"

"This old servant deserves death! It was my thoughtlessness that offended your pacing!"

Sebas immediately admitted his mistake with bitter remorse. "Your Grace's lesson is correct! If the foundation is not firm, the earth shakes and the mountains tremble! Before the 'origin fusion' between you and Lord Lynch is completely finished, this old servant will swear to the death to guard the Rose Manor, and absolutely will not let any irrelevant people disturb the... recuperation of you two!"

Looking at Sebas's devout expression that screamed "I understand, I understand everything," Felsy held her forehead, mentally and physically exhausted.

Just destroy everything, hurry up.

She didn't even have the energy to explain anymore. Talking to a subordinate in the late stages of delusion would only make things worse the more she tried to clarify.

"Enough, step down."

Felsy waved her hand weakly. "From now on, without my orders, you are not allowed to mention this matter again. Also, in front of Lynch, continue to do your duty as a human butler. If you dare to show the slightest flaw, I will be the first to stew you."

"Understood! This old servant takes his leave!"

Filled with fiery enthusiasm and a sacred sense of mission of "having grasped the core secret," Sebas respectfully backed out of the greenhouse.

The greenhouse returned to tranquility once more.

Felsy slumped into the rattan chair, covered her burning cheeks with both hands, and let out a long sigh.

"How humiliating..."

She thought today's incident would end absurdly just like that, but with Sebas's departure, the air in the greenhouse seemed to become a bit heavy.

The blush on Felsy's face gradually faded. She lowered her hands and looked at her fair, slender hands that did not even have a single trace of battle.

Sebas's impassioned "work report" just now, although entirely an outrageous figment of his imagination, was like a needle that gently popped the pink bubble that had enveloped her heart for the past few months.

"The future of the demon race..."

"The plan to subvert the world..."

Felsy's eyes became a bit dazed.

Once upon a time, she too sat on that cold throne in the Demon Realm, ruthlessly looking down upon the human territories. Her mind was filled with nothing but how to lead her grand army to trample those pretentious churches, and how to make the laws of darkness shroud the entire continent.

She was a calamity born for conquest and destruction.

But what about now?

How long had it been since she last opened that forbidden magic grimoire? How long had it been since she condensed a shadow storm capable of destroying cities?

The things she thought about most every day were actually whether Lynch would come back early tonight. Was the afternoon tea cake strawberry or chocolate flavored? Had her damn tail been discovered today?

"What is... wrong with me?"

Felsy muttered to herself.

She had to admit a terrifying truth: under the boiling-frog tactic of this human man named Lynch, she, the dignified world-destroying Demoness, seemed to have completely lost her self-awareness as a villainous boss!

Vying for world domination? Ruling humanity?

Those grand goals, in her mind right now, were actually not as substantial as a plate of cookies baked personally by Lynch.

"I've fallen. I've truly fallen."

Felsy closed her eyes in pain, a sense of guilt called "letting down the ancestors" welling up within her. "I was actually corrupted by a human's delicious food and sweet words. Not only do I not plan to destroy humanity, I even... I even felt a trace of shameful anticipation in my heart when I heard the word 'conceive' just now?!"

The Demoness fell into deep self-doubt and painful introspection.

However.

Just as she was preparing to cast a mind-clearing spell on herself to regain her dignity as a Demoness.

Through the glass of the greenhouse, her gaze inadvertently swept past the rear window of the castle's kitchen.

Over there, a young girl with a messy head of blonde hair was sneakily clinging to the windowsill. The girl was clutching a large, freshly cooked chicken leg in her hand, currently locked in an intense battle of glares with the guard dog at the kitchen door over the most succulent piece of meat.

She even slurped up her drool, completely throwing her image out the window.

This was none other than the highest combat power of the human faction, the hope of the Church, and the supposedly incomparably noble and legendary (former) Holy Son—Lokina.

Watching this scene, Felsy froze.

A few seconds later.

The tiny, insignificant sliver of guilt that had just surfaced in her heart popped with a snap, just like a soap bubble in the sunlight.

"Hah..."

Felsy could not help but chuckle softly. Then, feeling entirely justified, she leaned back into her rattan chair.

"Forget it."

She picked up her cup of slightly cooled yuzu tea and took a leisurely sip.

"Even humanity's greatest hope over there has degenerated into a shameless, greasy charlatan willing to stoop so low as to fight a dog for food. What could possibly be wrong with me, a dignified witch, relaxing a little and enjoying life in this castle?"

"Not to mention..."

Felsy's lips curled up again, revealing a smile absolutely brimming with superiority and happiness.

"That idiot charlatan who only knows how to eat is a pitiful singleton."

"Whereas I..."

"I am a woman with a husband!"

An inexplicable sense of superiority instantly put Felsy in a fantastic mood.

Sunlight spilled over the hem of the witch's skirt. In this moment, all her grand ambitions of destroying the world were completely thrown to the wind.