Veronica smirked and rose from her seat, announcing, "I will leave the Chaos Empire for some time. You'll be in charge."

...She's ready to act on her own.

"On my memory, there were only five occasions when she acted on her own," Lucius thought, bowing his head, not daring to look at his adoptive mother, who was in a strange mood. "And this is the third case. Moreover, she's angry."

It couldn't be understood right away because Veronica was only smiling friendly, but... Lucius knew from experience how deceptive her smile could be. His body trembled when a gentle breeze blew, and in a trance, he lifted his head, discovering an empty throne in front of him. The woman had disappeared, and she did it so quickly that his eyes couldn't keep up with her. The demon felt a tremor from this all-powerful force.

"The disappearance of the younger one upset Mom.. and me too. But I feel like this situation smells burnt. Or more precisely, stinks. It stinks terribly," he thought, looking at the empty throne. A man sighed heavily, and in that sigh, there was a storm of emotions, mostly fatigue. "Only Azaroth, Azazel, and I know the regimen of her training. Although I don't want to suspect them,... the facts scream that these two idiots are among the suspects. If we base it on this theory, everything becomes clear."

Lucius snorted in irritation and turned towards the exit, a gloomy expression on his face, which somewhat disfigured him.

"Idiots! Mom. Find out. Nightmare. To be. Azaroth. Azazel. Idiots. Stupid. Family," Lucius muttered, then suddenly looked around in shock, feeling a chill down his spine.

He turned to the throne, and his movements were so stiff as if he were an awkward robot, and his eyes were wide open in shock. The problem was that...

"An amusing theory, but indeed... there are chances."

There was a clone of his mother, looking like a twelve-year-old girl, but even with the clone, Lucius didn't dare to look at his adoptive mother for too long. It was a kind of taboo, and she hated gazes that lasted more than a second, which had caused the deaths of many demons.

"M-m-mother..."

"Hee-hee... hee-hee-hee-hee!" The clone giggled cheerfully, but the laughter was filled with malice and venom, like a snake warning of an attack. Narrowing her eyes, the clone tilted her head to the side. "Azaroth and Azazel. These idiots always envied my beloved Mirethasil, but I didn't pay attention to it. After all, it's natural for trash to be jealous of a genius, but..."

Lucius swallowed hard, getting on his knees. He suddenly wanted to resign.

***

The Fairy Kingdom. A place off-limits to other races, where fairies dwell, and nature thrives as if in ancient times. Even the elves, known for their obsession with purity, can't compare to the fairies, who are the very embodiment of nature and possess incredible power. Many of them prefer to have fun and play pranks on travelers due to their playful nature.

"Iliantra, how did you manage to provoke this crazy person?" Nirena asked with concern as she sat on the grass.

They were in a secluded area used by fairies since ancient times. Here, they had recreated the outside world, and the space was as large as two football fields. Nirena had decided to bring Iliantra here to avoid unnecessary issues with Veronica.

"How should I know?! Suddenly, the second prince of Chaos appeared and attacked me with powerful undead!"

In response, a dissatisfied female voice spoke, belonging to a beautiful elf. She had blond hair and bright emerald eyes with three pale-green dots. She wore a white robe, which still had bloodstains, even after thorough cleaning. This was Iliantra, Adam's temporary mentor.

"This is strange. Veronica is naturally calm, and she prefers spending time with books and research rather than engaging in warfare. Mm... damn! Maybe you stole her man?"

"No way!"

Iliantra dismissed Nirena's idea with shock and irritation, to which Nirena slyly smiled. This was the fairy's way of diverting Iliantra's attention and lightening the mood, which worked to some extent. However, Iliantra herself was concerned, as shown by her sparkling blue eyes and the fluttering of her transparent fairy wings.

Going back to the events of the previous day...

Iliantra led her troops to recapture important Avalonian territories when Lucius suddenly appeared and insisted she go with him.

"What are you talking about?"

Naturally, Iliantra, feeling annoyed, immediately refused. She found Lucius repulsive because he was a necromancer, with whom she had a brief encounter. However, she didn't anticipate that the man had an undead creature as powerful as her, and the enemy Avalonian forces had put her in a tough spot. On one hand, she had to protect and command her subordinates, and on the other, dealt with the necromancer and enemy forces.

As a result, she had to fight a dual battle, and after two hours, exhaustion set in. Then she received minor wounds but managed to escape thanks to Nirena's token. She was instantly teleported to the Fairy Kingdom.

Now, in the present...

"A tracking spell. How disgusting..." Nirena suddenly announced and clapped her hands.

Iliantra's body glowed with blue light, and after two minutes, she felt lighter.

"Darn, did that wretched necromancer leave a mark on me?!" She was irritated.

"Yeah. And, on top of that, one incredibly crazy woman is headed our way."

"Huh?"

There was a loud explosion, even audible from within their enclosed space. Nirena and Iliantra immediately stood up and looked up.

BOOOOOM!

A massive rift appeared in the sky, revealing the actual sky. A black flash erupted, and as the two women blinked, Veronica appeared before them.

There was no veil covering her face, possibly due to haste, but she didn't hide her face. She had long black hair in a Hime cut, a neat black dress, and intense black eyes, with her sclera also black. Demonic wings, ten meters wide, spread behind her, and every small movement of her wings created craters on the ground. She was beautiful yet equally dangerous, and her presence was intimidating.

Then she friendly smiled and waved her hand.

"Hello, dear fairy! And greetings to you, nuisance," she greeted Nirena warmly, flashing a gentle smile. But when she saw Iliantra, she wrinkled her nose and then widened her eyes, asking a rather unusual question, "Hey! Why do you smell like my son?"

"Eh?" Iliantra was just beginning to recover from her stunned state. Veronica's appearance had been overwhelming and shocking, but her subsequent words only heightened her surprise. The mature elf woman's face turned red when she realized the part about the 'smell' but she paled when she learned that Adam was the son of the Demon Queen.

"Son? Who are you referring to, Veronica?" Nirena asked, furrowing her beautiful eyebrows and crossing her arms in front of her chest, expressing her displeasure. "Also, you created a damn hole in space. How do you expect me to fix it?"

"I'll compensate later. What's more important..." Veronica waved off Nirena's words, then turned her attention to Iliantra, looking the woman in the eyes. "Hey. I asked a question. Why do you smell like my son?"

"Um..."

"Weird. Very weird." Veronica frowned and approached Iliantra, sniffing and taking a deep breath. Then she smiled, but soon that smile faded and turned into a menacing grin. "I knew you had contact, but... you're not trying to tell me the contact was of a 'that' kind, are you?"

Swallowing hard, Iliantra averted her gaze. Just that single motion made Veronica widen her eyes in shock and take two awkward steps back. Then the woman plopped down on the ground, her eyes turning lifeless as if she had lost the purpose of her life. Nirena, concerned about this reaction, stood in front of Iliantra and... historical

"AAAAAAAHHHH!"

BOOOOOM!

Another loud explosion resounded, and Nirena, her eyebrows furrowed from the tension, erected a ten-layered circular barrier around her. Each time, nine layers broke, but she managed to rebuild it in a fraction of a second. However, this did little against the strong pressure of Veronica's miasma. So the fairy attempted to shout at Veronica.

"Hey! Snap out of it!"

But it didn't help much. On the contrary, the strength of the miasma increased, and Nirena, gritting her teeth, could only accept her inability to resist it. She, with narrowed eyes, poured all her energy into defense, and cold sweat dripped down her forehead. It was a tense situation - everything around them was shaking, and the space seemed to be roaring, emitting creaking sounds.

"Veronica! Wake up, enough! For the sake of my mother, please!"

Following Nirena's words, silence fell. However, a slight easing of the pressure from Veronica prompted the woman to breathe a sigh of relief. A few seconds later, Veronica calmed down, and with furrowed brows, she looked at Iliantra, clearly with the desire to attack her.

"Nirena, why are you defending this filthy elf?! She dared to defile my son!"

"P-please listen. Maybe it was initially your son's wish? It's not right to attack Iliantra, even if they had... uh... relations."

Nirena awkwardly smiled, attempting to ease the tension. However, it seemed that neither Veronica nor Iliantra felt any relief, so the fairy had to change the subject.

"And... you mentioned your son. I've heard a lot about him, but I haven't seen him. Would you show him to me?"

And that worked. Veronica positively beamed and clapped her hands. In the air, pictures of Adam appeared, but what was horrifying was that all these pictures ranged from when he was six years old to the present. It was even possible to trace the changes in his appearance, but his current state was also captured as if she had been watching over him.

As for Nirena...

"Holy sh-"

She felt her back getting wet from tension.

To be continued...