What kind of person was Yila really?
Most people in the Empire, even Yila himself, might not know for sure. However, his former colleagues or perhaps the king he served might have some partial understanding.
Vera could vaguely understand, and she could be certain that *Yila was absolutely not loyal to the Empire.* You could say he hoped the Empire would become a strong and equal nation in the future, or that he was loyal to his friendship with Emperor Yose.
It could even be said that he was loyal to Isabella because he liked her little girl persona, but *you couldn't say he was loyal to the Empire,* because Vera had heard Yila mention more than once that if the Empire ever took a bad turn, he would personally destroy it.
Because he usually said this after arguing with the nobility, it could have just been a burst of anger.
But this at least indicated that *Yila didn't really respect the Empire much, or even humans in general.* In that case, maybe there truly was a chance... to complete "that." If the final "that" could be completed.
Maybe it could… it must… it definitely would...
"..."
"Sage's Stone."
Vera mumbled to herself as she woke from half-sleep, opening her eyes on the bed. Her deep black mage robe hung loosely, barely covering part of her body.
The black robe contrasted with her flawless witch demon body. If this scene were to be described as a piece of art, it would undoubtedly be named something like *White and Black.*
"..."
What time was it?
Vera thought, as she adjusted her mage robe slightly and burrowed into the blanket. Though winter was nearly over, the weather seemed unusually cold today.
As a magic profession, there's no Mana used to enhance the physical body, making it more vulnerable to cold, heat, and pain compared to physical system professions... but only just so.
Witch demons didn't need to care for their bodies.
"Haa~"
Yawning, Vera extended her pale hand from beneath the covers. Her fingers adorned with a bright blue ring that glowed. She lazily recited: "Servants born of twists, creation pointed straight."
As she softly chanted, the bluish Mana flowed from the ring, like dancing fireflies. It gradually began to form a shape in the air, seemingly human in form.
The chanting had yet to finish.
With the words as a trigger, awakening thousands of original texts in the mind, communicating through the world's barriers, outlining the spell's model, using one's own magic power as a primer to exchange for the magic power flowing through the Sage's Stone network.
"Fantasy, downfall, silence, shaping, ascension, immortality, mind mind mind mind mind, betraying the mother of life, denying the branches of the soul, monster born for me!"
With the final syllable, the spell released—the Arcane Servant.
As the outlined mana framework was filled, three figures resembling Mr. Lime appeared in Vera's room... though these were made of Mana and not Mr. Lime's goo, all lacked visible faces.
These Arcane Servants moved with Vera's will, needing no verbal commands, instinctively rising to support her, helping her dress, wash up, and move.
Vera had to do nothing but languidly sink into their service like mud. Such was a mage's life… or rather, the life of a court wizard who could freely wield magic power.
"Vera, you're still so fond of misusing magic."
Yila's voice came from behind. Vera, being carried by the Arcane Servants, looked less like a noble lady and more like a thief being escorted for trial by villagers (the Arcane Servants).
This lazy, powerless look also seemed akin to fear-induced weakness.
"What misuse? I'm just using magic normally, right?"
Casually responding, Vera woke up a bit more. She waved her hand to signal the Arcane Servants to let her down. Then, she tapped her ring to dismiss them, saying, "If I can take it easy, I definitely will take it easy~"
"Hmm..."
Yila chuckled lightly. The little fairy on his shoulder curiously watched Vera and Yila converse, sensing a special bond between them… indeed, since the little fairies hadn't been there that day, they didn't know that Vera and Yila were acquainted.
"Aren't you having breakfast? I remember you once said that if people don't eat breakfast, it would lead to… something or other?"
Vera said. She couldn't quite recall the exact words Yila had used back then, mentioning something about stomach parts grinding together, but now she was a witch demon and didn't need to worry.
Yila responded, "*How do you know I didn't have breakfast?*"
Vera: "*Huh? Did you eat it?*"
Yila: "*Actually, no.*"
"..."
Vera was momentarily speechless. She looked at the little fairy on Yila's shoulder, seemingly reminded of something, and asked Yila: "Did the little fairy report something, so you're now headed to see the Demon King? Something urgent?"
"Yes, you guessed right."
Yila nodded, speaking in place of the little fairy who was about to open their mouth: "This little fairy said that they encountered a wild fairy, seeking refuge this morning. It seems wild fairies live in the forest near the Demon King Territory."
"It seems that Satan Ye hasn't gotten up yet, so the fairy first spoke with me. The wild fairies' original tribe was invaded and enslaved by giant hornets, so they sought the Demon King Territory's help. This is undoubtedly a good thing."
Indeed, without Yila's explanation, Vera could understand this point. Though there was a feeling of *Ha, great, wild fairies are in trouble!* it was indeed a beneficial event.
Giant hornets enslaving wild fairies led the fairies to seek help, and once the Demon King Territory resolved the hornets, they would enslave the fairies, as the Demon King Territory currently lacked labor forces.
Though it sounded like *escaping the wolf's den to fall into the tiger's lair,* everyone had to admit… being a slave (monster) under the Demon King was more fortunate than being a civilian in many places.
Incidentally, logically speaking, aside from leaders eligible for the morning court in the Demon King Castle, all other residents in the Demon King Territory were considered the Demon King's personal property.
So everyone was a slave.
"Quickly, quickly!"
"Save our companions!"
The palm-sized fairy, treating Yila as a mount, directed him energetically. She truly liked this unique human.
Yila, truly was different from all humans.