FVN Chapter 103 : Daily Work
Chapter 103 : Daily Work
Chapter 103: Daily Work
“Little Lilia, congratulations.”
Camilla walked up to Lilia and reached out to straighten her collar. “This time, you may have really hooked a big fish.”
“What do you mean?” Lilia was completely confused.
“That kind of modification technology originates from a cult that has already been explicitly banned by Her Majesty—the ‘Immortality Society.’”
Camilla lowered her voice. “Those lunatics have always been dedicated to researching how to achieve immortality and power through bodily modification.”
“Didn’t expect those rats in the gutters to rise from the ashes again.”
Lilia felt her scalp go numb.
If what Camilla said was true, then this wasn’t just a simple corruption or smuggling case anymore—this was practically the prelude to rebellion!
“So those human slaves…”
Camilla’s expression darkened. “Are they experimental subjects? I’m not sure.”
Lilia looked at her. “Your Grace, you wouldn’t want this fire to end up burning you as well, would you? After all, the channels are yours.”
Camilla froze for a moment, then laughed.
She laughed so hard her body trembled, the curves of her chest surging dramatically.
“Good, good, good.”
“Since we’re competing for the Queen, then let’s do it fairly.”
Camilla walked to the desk, picked up a quill, and quickly wrote a note before tossing it to Lilia.
“This is the time and location of the handoff. The night after tomorrow, Dark Moon Canyon.”
“The people you want, the evidence you want—it’s all there.”
Lilia took the note, glanced at it, and tucked it into her chest.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t rush to thank me.” Camilla poured herself another glass of wine. “This is a life-risking job. Since they dare to operate under such pressure, they must be well-prepared. Your little tricks won’t be enough.”
“Do you want your big sister to lend you some people?”
“No need.”
Lilia turned to leave.
At the doorway, she paused and glanced back at Camilla.
“Oh right, Lady Camilla.”
“Hmm?”
“Next time you get dressed, could you wear a bit more? It’s really… quite cold.”
After saying that, Lilia pulled the door open and left without looking back.
Camilla was left standing there, stunned for a moment—before bursting into laughter.
“……”
After leaving the tower, the calm expression on Lilia’s face instantly collapsed.
She leaned against a pillar in the corridor, gasping for breath, her legs trembling.
That had truly been like walking a tightrope!
But the gains were enormous.
Obtaining the handoff location meant seizing the initiative.
As long as she intercepted that batch of goods and captured that “buyer,” she could follow the trail and wipe out the entire cult in one go.
That would be a great merit!
She might even use this opportunity to massively increase her favorability with Hera and max out the “favor” progress bar!
At that thought, Lilia was instantly filled with motivation.
Coming out of the intelligence tower, Lilia felt like she had just finished running a marathon. The cold sweat on her back was chilled by the wind, sending a shiver through her.
But she had no time to reflect on life.
She took a deep breath, adjusted her expression, and welded that “emotionless inspector” mask back onto her face before striding straight toward the inspection department.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the former storage room, a strong smell of ink mixed with powdery perfume hit her face.
The previously chaotic room was now eerily quiet.
Not a single one of the ten succubi dared to lounge in their chairs.
They sat upright, facing that blood-stained ledger and piles of documents, their quills moving so fast they almost sparked.
Vanessa wasn’t even casting flirtatious glances anymore. Her wrist—once broken and reset by Lilia—was wrapped in bandages, yet her page-turning speed hadn’t slowed at all.
Seeing Lilia enter, a few succubi instinctively tried to stand and salute.
Lilia raised her hand and pressed downward.
“Sit.”
She walked to the main seat and casually picked up a few freshly organized reports.
The handwriting was neat, the structure clear.
Even suspicious points in the flow of funds had been circled in red.
Lilia raised an eyebrow.
These succubi—when they weren’t in heat—were actually this competent?
“Don’t think putting on a show will get you through.” Lilia tossed the reports back onto the table, her knuckles tapping twice against the surface. “I only care about results. If I find anyone slacking off…”
She didn’t finish the sentence, merely glancing meaningfully at the metal trash bin in the corner.
Fiona shrank her neck, gripping her pen tighter.
“Continue.”
Lilia dropped those two words and turned to leave.
She still had to serve that true ancestor.
……
The study was so quiet that only the scratching of a quill against parchment could be heard.
Hera sat behind the large desk without even lifting her head.
Lilia walked in lightly, first taking away the completely cooled black tea and replacing it with a cup at just the right temperature.
“You’re back?”
Hera’s voice was flat, revealing no emotion.
Lilia’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly bent her waist.
“Yes, Master. Those succubi… are fairly obedient.”
Hera gave a soft “mm” and set aside the documents she had just signed.
“Lunch.”
Lilia immediately slipped into her role.
“I’ll prepare it right away.”
As a Perfect Housekeeper, cooking was a basic skill. Although the Palace of Eternal Night had a dedicated team of chefs, Hera’s palate was extremely picky, and recently she insisted on eating Lilia’s “hometown dishes.”
Which were basically things Lilia had made up—like Kung Pao Chicken.
Half an hour later.
Lilia pushed in a dining cart.
A simple three dishes and one soup.
Hera looked at the colorful dish on the plate, a faint trace of anticipation flashing in her golden eyes.
“Salty.”
Hera set down her fork and commented.
Yet she picked up the fork again, took another bite, then pointed at the empty plate beside her.
“Peel the shrimp.”
Lilia: …
Fine.
You’re the boss.
That meal dragged on endlessly.
Hera ate at a leisurely pace, while Lilia peeled shrimp in nervous tension.
By the time Hera finally put down her napkin, Lilia felt like her fingers were about to cramp.
“I have something to do this afternoon.” Hera stood up and walked to the window. “Go to the treasury and feed the dog.”
“…Understood.”
Although what Hera raised was technically a cub, for someone with Lilia’s physique, that thing could kick her head like a ball.