DEMONIC-ANGEL

One by one, the others followed suit, leaving the room until only Scarlett and Reiza remained.

Reiza carefully guided Scarlett into the attire, a delicate and luxurious ensemble of flowing fabrics and intricate details. The garments, a mix of soft lavender and shimmering silver, hugged Scarlett's figure in all the right places while leaving her midsection bare, showcasing the exquisite tattoo adorning her lower belly—a mesmerizing floral design laced with faintly glowing purple hues.

The sheer, translucent layers of fabric cascaded down her shoulders and arms like an ethereal waterfall, enhancing her already commanding presence. Gold and violet embellishments shimmered subtly under the soft light, catching every movement she made. Ornate jewelry adorned her wrists, neck, and hair, delicate yet bold, further accentuating her regal beauty. Her long, silky hair, now gently styled, framed her face like a violet halo, strands flowing freely down her back and shoulders.

Scarlett's striking eyes gleamed with a mix of annoyance and reluctant admiration as she glanced at herself. There was no denying how stunning she looked—beautiful, seductive, and otherworldly. The outfit emphasized her curves, the light fabric draping over her like mist, and the details along her hips and legs gave her an almost goddess-like aura.

There was also no doubt about it—it was a Chinese-style costume.

The tradition came from Xao Feng's village. Being from this fantasy world, they had no idea what China was. However, their culture was almost identical to it, and so the outfit Xao Feng gave Scarlett to wear carried the same elegance and style—a garment of ancient beauty and alluring design.

Scarlett sighed, her lips curling into a bitter smirk as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. "This is too much," she muttered softly, though the faint pink blush rising on her cheeks betrayed her true feelings. There was no denying it—she looked breathtaking. The seductive allure of the outfit was almost dangerous, enhancing her natural beauty to a degree that even Scarlett found overwhelming.

The flowing silks hugged her curves, while the sheer fabrics revealed just enough to make anyone's heart race. The golden accents and violet hues shimmered under the soft light, and the delicate floral tattoo on her lower belly was highlighted perfectly by the way the outfit framed her figure.

Reiza, who had been quietly standing behind her, couldn't hold back anymore. Her chest heaved as she took a step forward, her voice breaking into a husky whisper. "I'm sorry… I can't…"

Before Scarlett could react, Reiza wrapped her arms tightly around her, pulling her into a firm embrace. Their bodies pressed together, and Reiza tilted Scarlett's face upward before claiming her lips in a deep, desperate kiss.

It wasn't gentle—it was a full, passionate French kiss, Reiza's tongue exploring Scarlett's mouth as though trying to devour her. Scarlett gasped, her back hitting the wall as Reiza pushed her against it, holding her there as if to show dominance. But beneath the sudden aggression, there was a sense of vulnerability, of need.

Reiza was an oni, and while humans had normal desires, someone like Reiza—whose race had an incredibly high libido—could not compare. For a normal person, even trying to keep up with Reiza would be impossible. To put it in the simplest of terms, Reiza needed intimacy just to remain sane. Six hours a day of physical closeness with Scarlett was what her body craved, what kept her from losing herself.

And yet… because of the tragic events that happened in Dreadhaven, Reiza had held back for nearly two weeks. Two long, torturous weeks where she had denied herself what her body demanded of her. For Reiza to hold on that long was nothing short of a miracle.

But now, seeing Scarlett in this outfit—an outfit that oozed beauty and seduction—was simply too much.

Surprisingly, Scarlett didn't push her away. She didn't stop her. It wasn't as though Scarlett was averse to it—they were practically like married partners at this point. Scarlett knew she had a responsibility to take care of Reiza's needs as well.

Just as things seemed to grow even more intense, a sharp cough from outside the room shattered the moment.

"Ahem… ahem…"

It was Xao Feng's voice.

Reiza's eyes widened in shock, as if suddenly waking up from a dream. She immediately let go of Scarlett, stumbling back as her face turned crimson with embarrassment. "I-I… Umm… I was just…" Her words trailed off into incoherent mumbling.

Scarlett, too, looked down, her cheeks flushed as she bit her bottom lip. For a few moments, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of awkward silence.

"No need to explain," Xao Feng's voice came again, calm but clearly amused. "I only came here to tell you it's time. Have you changed fully?"

Scarlett let out a small groan, still leaning against the wall as she tried to collect herself. "Yeah, I think so…" she muttered, before glancing down at the outfit again. Her expression shifted into one of mild annoyance. "But isn't this way too revealing? Why is your tradition so… erotic?"

Before Xao Feng could answer, Reiza, her face still red as a tomato, slowly whispered, "Umm… wife, actually… there's still one more layer of clothing I have to put on you."

Reiza added one more layer of transparent fabric to Scarlett's outfit, draping it carefully to cover her midsection and a few other revealing areas. The change was subtle but significant—Scarlett's look now transformed into that of an elegant princess.

Scarlett glanced at herself in the mirror, her fingers brushing the delicate fabric. She then took her purple blindfold—known as the *Seal from Hell*. It wasn't just a simple accessory; it was a crucial tool to keep her overwhelming power in check. With a deep breath, she tied it securely over her eyes.

The soft breeze whispered through her garden as she stepped outside, the long, flowing fabric of her outfit brushing against the ground with every graceful step. It trailed behind her like waves of silk, making her feel as though she were a bride walking towards her wedding altar.

As she reached the edge of the garden, the sight before her was stunning. Everyone had gathered, waiting for her arrival.

Yumi stood among them, her expression glowing with excitement. Others, too, wore joyful smiles. They were all clad in traditional ancient Chinese attire—robes of vibrant colors with intricate designs—and their faces reflected happiness, pride, and anticipation.

Except for one.

Li Feng crossed his arms, a scowl plastered on his face. "Hmph… Why do women take so much time to get ready?" he muttered with a frustrated snort.

Scarlett narrowed her eyes at him, feeling a flicker of annoyance. "Why does he always have to ruin the mood?" she thought, but she held her tongue and walked forward, letting her presence speak for itself.

The group united, and together, they began their journey toward the palace. As they moved, Scarlett's eyes widened at the sight of the village.

The entire place was alive with celebration. Decorations hung everywhere, shimmering in the sunlight like jewels. Bright lanterns swayed gently in the wind, and colorful banners stretched across the streets. Shops had heavy discounts displayed, drawing in cheerful crowds, and music and laughter filled the air.

People were having parties, dancing, and singing in groups, their faces beaming with pure joy.

When Scarlett and the others passed by, all eyes turned toward them. The crowd fell silent, almost spellbound. Orcs, goblins, demons, monsters—creatures of all races—stood on either side, watching in awe.

Then, one by one, their voices erupted.

"Glory to Lady Scarlett!"

"Glory to Lady Scarlett!"

The chant echoed like thunder, and Scarlett's heart skipped a beat. The sight of so many people cheering for her sent chills down her spine. Their morale surged, their shouts brimming with respect and admiration.

Xao Feng approached her then, carrying something in his hands. "Here," he said, placing the object carefully into Scarlett's hands.

It was big—so big she had to hold it with both hands. Whatever it was, it had been wrapped in a red cloth, hiding its true form.

Scarlett's arms ached slightly from the weight as Xao finally removed the covering.

Her breath hitched.

A massive silver lotus revealed itself, glowing brilliantly even under the sunlight. Its petals were etched with strange, intricate patterns, and it shimmered with an otherworldly beauty that seemed to capture everyone's attention.

"It's beautiful…" Scarlett murmured, mesmerized.

"Hold it while you walk inside," Xao instructed firmly, her tone leaving no room for questions.

Scarlett nodded and did as told. She walked forward, her steps slow and measured, careful not to drop the lotus. The crowd watched in silence, their eyes following her every movement as though she were a goddess descending from the heavens.

Soon, they arrived at the palace gates. At the entrance lay a large, circular metal plate, its surface filled with a thick red liquid.

Xao gestured toward it. "Step inside. Let the red liquid mark your feet. This will symbolize your first step into the palace."

Scarlett hesitated for a moment before nodding. She removed her heels, the cool air brushing against her bare feet, and carefully stepped into the red liquid. It felt strange against her skin—smooth yet heavy, like paint.

The moment her feet touched the surface, ripples spread across the plate. Scarlett let the liquid sink in, as instructed, and then stepped out, leaving behind faint red stains on her soles.

She walked slowly inside the palace, each step leaving a red footprint on the pristine white floor.

The marks she left behind felt more significant than they appeared.

Scarlett didn't look back. She kept walking, the massive silver lotus glowing in her hands, her blindfolded gaze fixed ahead. She felt the weight of hundreds of eyes on her.

Other than Scarlett, only Xao entered the palace. She leaned close and whispered something softly into her ear before stepping back outside. Her words lingered in Scarlett's mind, though she didn't say anything in response.

Scarlett didn't head to the throne room immediately. Instead, she made her way up to the top floor's balcony. The cool breeze touched her face as she stepped outside.

From the balcony, Scarlett could see the sea of people gathered below. The view was breathtaking. A crowd stretched as far as her eyes could see—men, women, and even children. Some were singing joyful songs, others were dancing with excitement. The energy in the air was contagious, and for a moment, Scarlett felt something unfamiliar flutter in her chest.

She cleared her throat. "Ahem… Ahem…"

The crowd fell silent almost instantly. All eyes turned toward her. She stood tall, her purple blindfold in place, adding an air of mystery and power to her presence.

Scarlett began her speech. Though her voice was calm and steady, the words carried strength and purpose. It was a speech meant to motivate, to encourage, and to unite them all under one vision. The truth was, Scarlett hadn't written it herself. Xao and the others had prepared it in advance. Yet, as she spoke, the words became hers.

When she finished, there was silence—just for a second. Then, the crowd erupted into cheers. People clapped loudly, their voices shouting with enthusiasm. Their joy and energy could be felt even from where Scarlett stood.

After a few moments, the crowd began to disperse, returning to their celebrations. Only those with permission to enter the palace remained behind.

Scarlett stepped back inside, her expression calm, but she felt a sense of satisfaction deep down.

One by one, Xao, Reiza, Lunatic, and the others entered. Scarlett rejoined them, and together, they began walking toward the throne room.

The throne room was quiet when they entered. In the center stood a large throne, covered in a grey cloth to protect it from dust. The room itself was grand, with high ceilings and stone walls that seemed to echo their footsteps.

Xao stepped forward, breaking the silence. "This lotus is the Hundred-Year Silver Lotus," he said, her smooth voice steady and respectful. "It is very rare and only blossoms once in a hundred years. It is also a symbol of good luck."

Xao gave her a small nod. "Go and place it behind your throne. And then, finally, sit."

She walked to the throne, her footsteps echoing softly. Behind the throne, there was a table—a simple but sturdy one. Scarlett placed the lotus down gently, its glow reflecting faintly off the walls. For a moment, it almost looked like the throne itself had grown a shining silver flower on its back.

Scarlett turned her attention to the throne itself. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the grey cloth covering it and pulled it away. The cloth fell to the floor, and the throne was revealed.

It wasn't gold, silver, or covered in diamonds. The throne was made entirely of bones.

The bones came from Lorien and his family. Scarlett had ordered their bodies to be stripped of flesh, their bones cleaned and shaped into this throne and a crown. The design was striking, with dozens of sharp bones at the back arranged like swords piercing toward the center, resembling a throne from *Game of Thrones*.

Scarlett's lips curled into a grin. It was perfect.

On the throne, there was also a crown, smaller but no less unsettling. It had been made from Lorien's daughter's bones. Scarlett picked it up carefully, feeling the smooth, cold surface. She didn't hesitate. Lifting it to her forehead, she placed the crown on her head.

And then sat down..

The bones felt cold but sturdy. The throne was perfect in its design—both a symbol of victory and a warning to anyone who might oppose her.

Scarlett leaned back, her hands resting on the armrests. She felt powerful, like a queen who had conquered everything in her path.

"It's perfect," she said with a grin.

Xao turned to Reiza and nodded. "Go!" she instructed calmly.

"Huh?" Scarlett blinked in confusion, completely unaware of what was happening.

To her surprise, Reiza stepped forward with a calm expression and—without hesitation—sat down on Scarlett's thigh. Reiza was tall and heavy compared to most women, her presence always commanding. But for Scarlett, she felt light as a feather.

"What are you doing?!" Scarlett wanted to shout, but she kept silent as her face turned red with embarrassment.

"This is part of the tradition," Xao explained smoothly, her voice steady. "If a king has a wife, she sits on his thigh during the ceremony. If there are two wives, one sits on each thigh. Concubines, however, are not allowed."

Scarlett's cheeks burned even more as she realized what was happening. She tried to remain composed, her fingers curling against the armrest of the throne. She wasn't used to these strange customs.

Reiza, sitting on her thigh, remained dignified, almost as though it was her rightful place.

The room was filled with silence for a moment, then, all at once, everyone except Lunatic bent down on one knee in respect.

"Now, my lady," Xao said with a slight bow, "give your first order, and the ceremony will officially be complete."

Scarlett opened her mouth to speak, feeling flustered but ready to get this over with—

"Wait a minute!"

Lunatic's voice interrupted, and before anyone could react, she sprinted forward with wild energy. In an instant, she jumped onto Scarlett's other thigh, causing everyone's jaws to drop in shock.

"What are you doing?!" Scarlett shouted, her voice trembling between anger and disbelief.

Lunatic smirked, her blue eyes shining with mischief. She leaned closer to Scarlett, her lips curling into a sultry smile as she whispered, "Of course I'm sitting too. You're mine as well." She licked her lips, her voice dripping with playful seduction.

Scarlett felt her face flush an even deeper shade of red. "If today weren't such a great day," she muttered bitterly, "I'd beat you into a pulp!"

Lunatic grinned, completely unbothered.

Scarlett exhaled deeply, trying to calm herself. There was no point in ruining the moment. She turned her attention back to the others who were still kneeling. "So, my first order is—"

Before she could finish, something strange happened. A bubbling sensation started to spread beneath her skin.

"What the…?" Scarlett's voice wavered in confusion as her body began to shift.

*Swish!*

In a single moment, Scarlett's form changed drastically. Her chest swelled, her curves became fuller, and her legs grew longer and smoother. The transformation was rapid, and the fabric of her clothes—tailored for her smaller frame—couldn't withstand it.

*Rip!*

The sound echoed across the room as her clothes tore apart, unable to contain her now more voluptuous figure. Scarlett's bare skin gleamed in the dim light, and the sudden exposure sent her into a state of shock.

The room froze. Everyone stared in stunned silence.

Lunatic, still sitting on Scarlett's thigh, gulped audibly. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead as panic set in. She knew exactly what had happened.

It was clear that Lunatic had used her unique skill earlier to make Scarlett's frame smaller and her chest less prominent. However, maintaining the skill had taken too much energy because of Scarlett's overwhelming resistance. Finally, the skill broke apart, and Scarlett returned to her true form—more powerful and more stunning than ever.

Scarlett gritted her teeth, her patience completely gone. "So here's my first order!" Her voice boomed through the room as her aura flared.

"Get the hell out of here!"

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