Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

Chapter 35: - Demon Queen on Move

In the heart of the Liander Duchy's border forest, where darkness reigned supreme, two figures cloaked in black engaged in a battle that seemed almost choreographed.

The Demon Elite, a cold and professional warrior, sought the little girl he was tasked to find by his queen. The shadowy guardian from The Obsedian Order, equally skilled, stood in his way.

Their swords clashed with precision, creating a symphony of metallic sounds that echoed through the trees.

The Demon Elite's movements were calculated, each strike meant to exploit any opening. He aimed for the guardian's shoulder, a calculated move to slow them down.

*Clang!*

The swords collided, sparks flying as the guardian deftly parried the strike.

Their dark aura gave them an almost supernatural advantage, but the Demon Elite pressed on.

"You can't stop me. I must find her."

With a fluid spin, he launched a rapid series of slashes, aiming for the guardian's legs, intending to weaken their stance.

*Swish, swish, swish!*

His sword sliced through the air, but the guardian responded with agility, sidestepping and evading the strikes.

The guardian finally saw an opening and lunged with a lightning-fast thrust, aimed at the Demon Elite's chest.

But the elite countered swiftly, deflecting the blow with a sidelong parry and delivered a powerful kick to create distance.

*Thud!*

The guardian stumbled backward, their cloak billowing dramatically.

"Is that the best you've got?"

But just as he taunted, he sensed the approaching shadows of more Obsedian Order members. Realizing the odds were against him, he retreated with a calculated leap, disappearing into the inky blackness of the forest.

The guardian remained in the shadows, their aura undisturbed by the encounter.

The Demon Elite's icy determination and professionalism had met its match, and for now, the battle had reached an impasse.

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In the grand mansion of the Liander Duchy.

"So, you are saying a demon tried to infiltrate the duchy... again?" The woman with black hair and slightly golden eyes leaned forward, her expression serious.

"Yes, Orderian," the figure kneeling before her responded. "They seem to be quite desperate. There have been several reports of their appearances in many places by The Order."

"What could be the reason behind this?" She pondered, her gaze intense.

"Even The Order is not aware, Orderian. With an increment in the Orderian's rank, we would get priority on this matter if any updates are made," the kneeling figure explained.

"Good. When I first got news of several demons coming here, I had doubts, but now it looks like it was indeed true," she said, her voice filled with determination.

*Knock, knock.*

"Can I enter?" A melodious and cute voice chimed in. Small hands gently rapped on the door.

"Oh my, Ofcourse Lily," the woman exclaimed.

*Swish.*

The shadows that had concealed their presence vanished into thin air as they watched a little child enter the room.

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In the Demon Realm, within a grand palace where the sky teemed with various demonic creatures, their flight a sight that would send tremors through the hearts of mortals.

Yet, for the inhabitants of this realm, it was as ordinary as watching birds soar through the air.

Amidst the palace, upon a throne as black as the abyss itself, sat a woman who embodied beauty that could only be compared to that of a goddess.

In a room adorned with opulent decor, this otherworldly beauty stood, her presence commanding and regal.

She turned her attention to one of her loyal subjects and inquired, "How is my son? Is there any news?"

"My queen," the figure replied, bowing respectfully, "we have been engaged in a fierce battle with the forces of the Saint Realm for several days, yet regrettably, we have been unable to retrieve the young master."

"Cease the battle," she declared with a voice as imperious as her beauty, "I will confront this man myself."

"As Her Majesty commands," the black-clad figure acknowledged before disappearing into the shadows.

As she gazed out of the window, her radiant beauty seemed to illuminate the dimly lit chamber.

Her thoughts dwelled on the situation at hand. "Desperation befalls you, my husband," she pondered, her eyes fixed intensely on the tumultuous scene outside.

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