Machi had lived for thousands of years.
In those millennia, with her malicious nature, she had trampled on and toyed with countless lives, witnessing a wide range of reactions to her actions: hatred, fear, uncontrolled rage, and desperate pleas for mercy. Machi was a master manipulator, knowing how to push people to despair and predict their reactions, setting traps and enjoying their suffering, especially those known for their greatness and strong will.
That’s why she was here. She had been targeting the Elven Queen for thousands of years, wanting to see this noble and beautiful being, admired by all, even the Hero, reduced to despair and tears. Thousands of years ago, Machi had already taken action once, and this time, she was even more prepared. She planned to infiltrate the Elven Homeland, brainwash the elven girls with her Mental Magic, then invade with a powerful force and make the Elven Queen fight against her own people. This was their weakness. Machi was adept at finding a person’s most vulnerable point and knew how to inflict the greatest pain and despair. She had seen through Shien as well, recognizing that he cared deeply for those around him. That’s why she planned to target them.
But she was wrong. She underestimated Shien’s rage and overestimated his patience. He wouldn’t play her games. He would flip the board. A dragon’s reverse scale, touch it and die. Shien was no longer naive, and he wouldn’t play along with his enemies like those protagonists in cliché novels. If provoked, he would retaliate, recklessly and without hesitation. This wasn’t his territory; he didn’t care about the consequences. He had powerful allies and enough strength himself.
Therefore, Machi encountered an unreasonable opponent from another world who didn’t give her any chance to play her games, directly overturning her plans.
Machi had never encountered such a person. “I’ll have to take the loss,” she thought, swallowing her frustration and, for the first time, feeling resentment towards someone. As a Dark Elf, Machi only knew malice and found joy in evil and despair. All life was merely a plaything to her. She wouldn’t hate or love them. That’s why Dark Elves, after choosing a man, would give themselves to him, then kill him at the moment of his greatest pleasure. It was a form of amusement. But if someone didn’t let them play their games, they wouldn’t be happy.
Shien was such a person, someone who wouldn’t play Machi’s games, even overturning her game board. Such a person, even a Dark Elf couldn’t help but feel angry and resentful towards.
“Just you wait,” Machi muttered, casting defensive magic and fleeing towards the edge of the Tegor Forest as fast as she could, “our game will continue.” After Sophie, the Elven Queen, Machi had remembered another person, someone worth toying with and tormenting for thousands of years.
Unfortunately, she wouldn’t have the chance.
“—!” As Machi was about to fly over a mountain, a sudden, intense premonition washed over her, making her freeze.
“Boom!” A terrifying pressure and aura suddenly descended, the wind howling, dark clouds churning, the evil aura itself trembling.
Machi couldn’t help but tremble as well.
Escape! Escape! Escape!
Her mind screamed.
But her body was frozen, trembling uncontrollably.
Machi forced herself to look up.
The next moment, Machi saw it.
She saw her—nightmare.
“I’ve finally found you.”
The fluffy, mysterious little beast hovered in mid-air, like it was walking on clouds, its gaze cold as it looked down at Machi.
“A Dark Elf?”
The innocent-looking little girl blinked her big eyes, staring intently at Machi, an undetectable fluctuation occasionally flashing in her eyes, making Machi tremble as if she was being targeted by the most dangerous devil.
But these two weren’t as terrifying as the girl in the middle, holding a pillow, looking down at her condescendingly.
“Is it you?”
The girl with dragon wings on her back asked with an impassive face.
“Are you the filthy wretch who angered my person?”
The Dragon Demon’s words were emotionless, but the pressure emanating from her seemed capable of crushing Machi’s bones.
Machi felt as if she was facing a furious dragon roaring at her.
It was a roar that shook her soul.
It was a howl that could shatter her mind.
Machi had no doubt that under this terrifying pressure, she would be annihilated with a single thought.
This was the so-called Dragon’s Might.
“Haha…”
Machi couldn’t help but laugh, a dry, self-deprecating laugh.
“I didn’t expect three of the Six Demon Lords to come after a small fry like me. Should I consider this an honor?”
Machi forced out these words, her body trembling.
This was met with three cold gazes.
“So you know you’re a small fry?” Airi looked at Machi. “Then what gave you the guts to touch my person?”
The pressure from Airi intensified.
Millu, at the side, said indignantly,
“Dark Elf, bad person, should die.”
Millu’s words, like a child’s complaint, didn’t amuse Machi, but terrified her.
(So, I can also feel fear?)
Machi felt it was unbelievable.
But her instincts as a Dark Elf, as a living being, told her that this seemingly innocent existence was the most terrifying one.
As for Lid, the pressure from her was the weakest.
At least, compared to her two younger sisters, Lid looked like a harmless pet.
But the ferocity and killing intent in her beastly eyes could freeze one’s soul.
“You’re unlucky, Dark Elf, you provoked someone you shouldn’t have.” Lid said, “Perhaps you knew that person had powerful backing, but you didn’t know he would go to such lengths to find you when angered, did you?” ṛåΝɵbƐS̈
“Actually, I didn’t expect that human to be so ruthless either.”