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A pair of black heels strode down an elegant and large hallway. The corridor was covered with white tiles. The walls were covered in illustrious paintings with red drapes covering the expanding windows.

The young girl covered her mouth as she warranted a yawn.

"I don't understand why I have to get up this early. Sometimes she can be so difficult."

Her long blond ponytails fell to the side of her black and white dress covered in red roses. Her large red and black stockings protruded from her dress, covering her legs entirely.

She stopped walking and turned towards a door that had two knights in black armor on the sides. They stood at attention and opened the brown doors by their golden handles.

The room inside was spacious, with a large oval table in the middle. Four seats were situated on both wider sides while a throne made of black granite and white steel sat at the head.

"Queen Liza, nice of you to join us."

The seat closest to the throne was seated by a woman with a large bosom barely covered by her white dress and matching cloak. She shifted her gaze to the young girl as she took a seat to the front of her.

"Clairo, always a pleasure."

A male sitting to the left of her smirked while looking down at the lass.

"Did someone forget their kid? I didn't know it was 'Bring-Your-Child-To-Work' Day!" He gave off a boastful laugh.

Liza sighed.

"We go through this every time Orlam…."

The young girl's eyes gleam red as the male's body starts to squirm while releasing a crimson aura.

"I'm not a child; I'm a high-ranking disciple of the Evil King's order, same as you."

"O-Of course…" Orlam shifted his eyes while giving off a smile. "I was only joking, is all."

Her eyes stop radiating as the male gasps being released from his trance.

"Enough."

A white-haired female raised her head perched on her throne at the head of the table. Her white and purple pupils gazed from left to right.

"Is that everyone?"

"Yes, mistress." A maiden with red hair and closed eyes stood from her chair and bowed.

"All eight of your generals are here, ready for orders."

Her white locks swayed as she shifted her legs.

"I just have one question for you guys…."

A broad man with no hair except for his broad mustache gulped.

"Why're you guys so damn serious?!" The lady stood up from her throne and slammed her hands on the table.

"You do know that I'm not my dad, right… I don't need all this loom and gloom!"

The broad mustached man looked around the table.

"Your father is very intimidating… Even speaking out of turn was asking for certain death."

The others surrounding the tables nodded their head in agreement.

The white-haired girl walked from her chair around the table.

"Don't fret, while he's off playing 'overlord' or whatever I'm in charge, so take it easy."

She stopped behind the broad and pressed her small delicate hands on his muscular shoulders.

"O-Of course, madam." The male looked forward as a bead of sweat fell from his head.

Despite her size, her intense strength could be felt on his arms as she pressed a bit firmer.

"And enough of the madam and mistress stuff, call me…."

She let go of the man, and he immediately collapsed on the table. The girl then turned and held her head up.

"Evil Princess!..."

A snicker was heard from the far side of the table.

"WHO WAS THAT?!"

Everyone at the table stood straight, looking forward.

"What's wrong with Evil Princess? Does someone think my evil name is funny?"

Liza raised her hand.

The white-haired lady gave a dismissive wave of her hand.

"I told you all that raising-hand crap was unnecessary."

"O-oh well… I think that name is already taken by someone…."

"WHAT?! BY WHO?!"

Liza looked up and back down towards the table.

"I-I think the demon lady of the eastern front… I heard some of her troops call her that once."

The mistress sighed and walked over to her throne.

"Ok then… Anyone suggestions on my name?"

As soon as she took a seat, all the hands at the table were raised.

A blood vessel extruded from her head as she clenched her fist.

"If I have to tell you guys one more time…."

A short boy with curved horns extruding from his head stood up, knocking his chair behind him.

The girl sitting next to him looked to his fallen seat then back to him in detest.

"Not this weirdo agai—"

"I've been thinking about this for a while!" The young male whipped his cape back and put his hand on his forehead, smirking.

"How about, 'Evil Demon General of the Evil Demon General's Third Platoon Squadron First Division's Ranks.'" He opened his left eye and looked towards the white-haired girl.

A girl to the front of him with white hair and sharp teeth started to raise her hand but put it down in fear of backlash.

"Who invited this guy?"

Murmurs consumed the table.

"Wha—How dare you! I'm a general as well, you clowns!" He put his foot onto the table and whipped his cape once more.

"I'm Leone, Owner of the Holy Blade Disown, Conqueror of Nations far and wide…."

He stopped and looked at Liza performing a smooch with his lips.

"… And Ladies' Man."

Liza looked at him with scorn.

"No one's heard of your irrelevant ass. The only thing you're the Owner of is Insignificance and horrible names."

She turned to face the white-haired lady.

"My name is much better. How about 'Demoness Raga'!"

The entire table stopped murmuring and turned toward the blond-haired girl with widen eyes of panic.

Not knowing what she said, the young girl jumped from her seat and fell to her knees.

"EEP—I-I mean!"

The white-haired girl walked over and loomed in front of the girl.

"You dare say the name my father gave to me so carelessly?"

"It slipped out! I-I would never try too—"

Her pleading was cut off by laughter.

Liza looked up and saw her superior chuckling while holding her stomach.

"You actually thought… I'd be mad over some stupid ass name?!"

Everyone at the table unstiffened and let out a sigh of relief.

At that moment, they all thought in unison: `Is this really suppose to be the Evil King's daughter?'

She walked back over to her seat and crossed her legs.

"Regarding your name, I think it fits me quite well. Demoness Raga… I like it!"

She stood from her seat and threw her fist into the air.

"Alright! So now that that's covered, what's next on our agenda?"

The boy still standing shook his head in dismay then looked at her.

"Our intelligence has discovered that three new Holy Knights have emerged."

Raga's eyes widen with interest.

"Ooh! Are they cute?"

"I-I… Well, according to our sources, all three of them are females, so…"

"Excellent!" Raga stood and planted her hand on the table. "Queen Liza, you think you can take care of these knights?"

Liza stood from the floor and saluted.

"Y-yes, of course!"

"Awesome!" Raga smiled, showcasing her sharp canine teeth.

"If they're as any much fun as Calina, this should be interesting."

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