Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!

Ghost Zone

On the other side of that world—a realm symbolizing chaos, loss of control, and downfall—countless gods cast out of order now reside.

At the heart of the Spectral Domain lay a vast forest, teeming with birdsong and breathtaking scenery.

This forest was the home of the chimeras.

At the center of the forest, upon a throne woven from flowers and vines, a young woman with dragon horns reclined lazily.

Her slender fingers traced the air softly, using flower petals as ink to paint the vivid dream she had the night before onto the grass below.

[Self-regulation] [Self-regulation] [Self-regulation] [Self-regulation] [Self-regulation]

"Ahh…"

The dragon maiden's face was enraptured with a dreamy smile.

True colors!

This dragon maiden seated on her peculiar throne was the mistress of the forest, queen of the chimeras, and a supreme being who thrived on the wastefulness of human folly.

She was Olivia, one of the most powerful evil gods of the Psi Domain—an Ancient Fallen Dragon Princess.

At that moment, a trembling figure knelt beneath her throne.

Who knew how long he'd been there before Olivia finally noticed him? Her blood-red vertical pupils shifted lazily toward the believer at her feet.

"Archduke Antonio," she began, her voice light but edged with steel, "I don't understand why your country's faith in me has dropped by nearly thirty percent this month."

The trembling devotee quickly answered, "Reporting to the Supreme One... this is because the Hain Empire has deployed its army against our neighboring lands. Fearing they might meet the same fate, the bureaucrats have begun heavily promoting the faith of the Goddess of Order…"

The Goddess of Order, patron deity of the Hain Empire's state religion.

As the Hain Empire expanded, the glory of the Goddess of Order spread far and wide, steadily choking out any room for other religions to survive.

"Archduke Antonio, I will not allow this to continue."

Olivia plucked a single strand of her hair, which transformed midair into the shimmering shape of a dragon scale, and tossed it to the devotee.

"This is my dragon scale. Use it wisely."

The devotee cupped the shimmering scale in his hands, awestruck. "I-I understand, Supreme One!"

Olivia's gaze turned ice cold. "Within a year, I want my followers to remember who their true god is. Otherwise, I will unleash upon them the most cruel of punishments."

The devotee's voice quivered. "T-The most cruel of punishments?"

Olivia, as the Dragon, possessed the power to peer into the very essence of human nature, exposing their innermost weaknesses.

She looked deep into the soul of the mortal before her and smirked at what she found.

With a distracted air, she said, "...Perhaps I'll bless your wife to love only you for the rest of eternity."

"NO! PLEASE, SUPREME ONE, ANYTHING BUT THAT!"

The devotee's face turned pale as his desperate cries filled the air. His knees buckled, and he clung to her throne, pleading for mercy.

As a connoisseur of refined degeneracy,

A wife who would never betray him was no different from eternal torment in purgatory!

"Archduke Antonio: I shall not fail you! I'll fulfill your orders, Supreme One! Please, spare my wife!"

Olivia sighed and shut her eyes.

A sign of dismissal.

Terrified, the devotee hurriedly shuffled away, sobbing with relief and gratitude.

Moments later,

Another demon approached Olivia's throne.

"Lady Olivia..."

The demon bowed respectfully. "A sacrifice has been initiated for you within the Hain Empire."

Olivia perked up slightly. "A sacrifice? Who is the host?"

The demon answered, "It is the prince of the Hain Empire, Reinhein, requesting an audience with you."

At the mention of that name, Olivia's expression shifted dramatically.

She straightened up on her throne, her sharp gaze locking onto the demon.

"Tell me… who is it again?"

"The prince of the Hain Empire, Rheinhein."

"Rheinhein?"

"Yes."

"Him? AGAIN?!"

"...Yes."

"How many Rheinheins are we up to this year?"

"One hundred and thirty-one, Your Highness."

"FOR THE LOVE OF—!"

Olivia exploded in frustration.

Rheinhein.

This name was a stain upon her existence!

Just last year, Olivia had been scammed out of 8,000 dragon scales by someone claiming to be Rheinhein. Ever since, she'd become infamous throughout the Psi Domain as the gullible victim of con artists.

In the year following that incident, over a hundred individuals had come forward, all claiming to be Rheinhein and seeking rewards.

This is outrageous!

Are they trying to pluck me bald?!

Olivia massaged her temples in exasperation. "What does Rheinhein want this time?"

The demon relayed the message, "He claims to be the imperial prince of Hain. He says he is currently surrounded by enemy forces, and if you grant him a thousand Adversary Scales to aid his escape, he will wholeheartedly convert to your faith and offer up the Hain Empire's seven Forbidden Troops to you."

Olivia let out a dry laugh, dripping with disdain. "The same old spiel, huh?"

The demon nodded hesitantly. "Yes... What are your orders, Your Highness?"

Olivia's eyes narrowed, and her voice turned icy. "I want him dead. Creatively."

"Understood!"

The demon bowed deeply and exited the forest clearing.

However, moments later, the same demon came rushing back in, visibly panicked.

"Your Highness! Another mortal has requested an audience through the Land of Lost Dreams in Hain's Imperial Capital!"

Olivia frowned. "Who is it this time?"

"It's… Rheinhein."

Olivia: "..."

The demon raised his hands defensively. "Wait, wait, Your Highness! Don't be angry yet! I think… this time, the Hain Imperial Prince might actually be the real one!"

Olivia's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What makes you think that?"

"The Forbidden Army, Your Highness! He's brought the Forbidden Army!"

The demon's voice was almost trembling with excitement. "He's actually brought a detachment of the Hain Empire's demigod Forbidden Soldiers to meet with you!"