The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

Angelina, Margaret, and others are loyal enough, but their vision is far inferior to Roger's.

I am already walking a lonely road. If I lose Roger, wouldn't I be even more isolated, without even a companion?

To put it bluntly, the current laid-back Eternal Night Empress doesn't care about the approval of traditional mages who are mostly nobles.

To discard the millstone after it has done its work, to cruelly harm truly loyal subjects, just to please a bunch of fence-sitters?

Heh, you'd need a decade of cerebral thrombosis to do something so self-destructive!

Margaret was still giving a passionate speech, listing the many benefits of executing Roger with rhetorical flourishes.

But the Eternal Night Empress was already growing impatient. She raised her delicate hand slightly.

With a series of specializations like silent casting, instant casting, maximized effect, and enlargement, a Mage Hand spell was comparable to a forbidden spell. It grabbed the arrow-tipped tail at a speed Margaret couldn't react to.

Whoosh, it lifted her all the way to the top of the hall.

"Ah—"

Margaret let out a distorted scream.

The Eternal Night Empress stepped down from the Star Throne, admiring the suspended Left Prime Minister with a slight curve to her lips.

In the past, she definitely wouldn't have punished her subordinates like this.

But now she had let go of her inhibitions. If Margaret made her unhappy, she would play with her until she felt good.

I am free (σ'ω')σ!

Margaret was in mid-air, feeling like her tail was about to break at any moment, and she would fall to her death.

Logically speaking, a Magister wouldn't die from this height, but a 1.8-meter-tall man can still drown in a 1.4-meter-deep pool.

Ambushed by the Eternal Night Empress, Margaret's brain was a bit overloaded.

The Eternal Night Empress said with a playful tone: "Margaret, was everything you just said out of loyalty to me?"

Margaret委屈辩解: "Of course I am loyal, very loyal, absolutely loyal, and I don't have the slightest intention of harming Your Majesty! Please let me down!"

The Eternal Night Empress sneered, raised her hand, and cast another Mage Hand, hitting Margaret's particularly pert little butt repeatedly:

"Hmm, you didn't want to harm me, but you wanted to make Angelina sad, am I wrong?"

"I didn't, I really just wanted to make Your Majesty's wishes come true faster…"

Smack, smack, smack, smack!

Several hits landed on Margaret's butt.

Her petite body spun in the air, her limbs flailing helplessly, unable to grab even a straw.

Margaret transformed into a demon-branded little ceiling fan. Because her clothes were deformed and shifted, her curvaceous figure was fully revealed.

Large swathes of her skin were exposed, paired with that pitiful little expression, forming a stunningly beautiful picture that aroused endless fantasies.

A scene that was originally supposed to appear in the mid-game was brought forward due to the Eternal Night Empress's "transformation"!

In the cheerful atmosphere, Margaret was really about to cry.

It was painful, shameful, and scary.

The truth that she had been trying to hide was also revealed: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I was wrong. I did want to make that blue-haired saintess feel bad. I can accept it if you don't kill him, as long as that useless brother is dismissed and humiliated at light speed…"

The Eternal Night Empress snorted, removed the Mage Hand, and added a Feather Fall spell, allowing Margaret to fall to the ground at a speed that wouldn't cause injury.

Thank you for your cooperative performance. I'm happy now~

Margaret stood up, rubbing her little butt, and peeked at the Eternal Night Empress. Seeing that she wasn't angry, but smiling, she tentatively said: "Your Majesty, next time…"

"Next time you offer slander, remember to use your brain more."

Margaret: ???

I wanted to say I wouldn't dare again, but what do you mean by that, Your Majesty?

I can't help but continue to think of ways to scheme against that blue-haired saintess!

Chapter 77: I Want to Be a Bad Woman

Looking at Margaret's surprised and unexpected expression, the Eternal Night Empress revealed a mysterious smile.

Human nature is truly an interesting thing.

With just a little guidance, she misunderstood.

The Eternal Night Empress was very sure that Margaret now believed that she was supporting her in messing with Angelina.

She just needed to come up with a smarter and more complete plan to do it.

The Eternal Night Empress waved her hand, dismissing the mixed-blood little devil.

Although she walked with a limp, Margaret's will was not diminished. On the contrary, she became even more motivated!

Indeed, Margaret also believed that the Empress's last sentence was hinting at her to "definitely do it next time"!

Brave Mary, not afraid of difficulties!

Next time, next time, this old lady will definitely come up with a more wonderful way to make the blue-haired saintess feel the pain I suffered today!

Watching her leave, the Eternal Night Empress sighed softly: "Is this forcing me to be a bad woman?"

But soon, a few traces of anticipation appeared on that beautiful face.

If Margaret really defeats Angelina, how will Roger react?

Will he pretend not to see it and continue to lie flat, or will he help his sister launch a counterattack?

The Eternal Night Empress wanted to see if that guy would move.

Of course, she wasn't doing this just for fun, but as an experiment.

In the past, she believed that her charisma as a ruler, coupled with clear rewards and punishments, was enough to control these subordinates.

But as the empire grew, external pressure decreased, and the interest entanglements involved became more and more complicated, the team became difficult to lead.

Even the most loyal subordinates had their own ideas.

Nobles were granted countless rewards, and taxes were reduced again and again, but this didn't buy loyalty. All she saw was increased greed.

No matter how severe the punishment, as long as there was profit to be made, someone would look for loopholes.

This was no longer the era when everyone was united and worked together, just to prevent the Blue Vine from perishing.

Roger, this little ancestor, made the Eternal Night Empress understand that randomly giving rewards doesn't work, and iron-fisted supervision can also have the opposite effect.

Instead, she beat Margaret, and Margaret didn't resent her. She would even work harder to outperform Angelina.

This outrageous reality made the Eternal Night Empress realize that controlling people's hearts is really difficult, and really simple.

The carrot and the stick.

As long as you find the carrot and dangle it in front of them, you can guarantee that the donkey will run as fast as it can.

When she read history books in the past, she read about an emperor of the Veronica Dynasty who ascended the throne at the age of eight. There were regents and powerful ministers everywhere, and the little emperor trembled.

But his mother was very brave. The Empress Dowager used various bad woman tactics to achieve extreme power plays, allowing the important ministers to fight and balance each other, delaying the outbreak of internal and external troubles, and barely supporting the empire until the little emperor grew up and took power.

The Eternal Night Empress once felt that only the weak would play tricks.

But after being hit hard by reality, she abandoned many shackles, let go of her inhibitions, and tried it once…

Hiss~

The effect was so good that it made my back feel cold!

I'm a little addicted to it, what's going on?

Tonight, I understand!

Only by falling into darkness and becoming a bad woman can this empire have a bright future!

The Eternal Night Empress rose from the Star Throne and walked down, turning to look at it with a slight frown.

This throne is majestic and domineering. It was designed by alchemists and her together during the founding of the country, and they were only satisfied after more than a dozen revisions.

But now, she was not satisfied.

The change in mindset brought about a change in aesthetics.

Especially since this throne forced her to sit very straight, which was not suitable for lying down.

Anyway, the Eternal Night Empress had a little bit of dislike for it, thinking that it didn't match her current self.

The Eternal Night Empress chanted a spell, and her slender fingers pointed at the Star Throne.

Magic formed a furnace. Under high temperature, the Star Throne melted, but not completely.

Corpses of powerful magical beasts fell from the void, turning into white bones and merging into the Star Throne, beginning to reconstruct according to the Empress's wishes.

Magical energy came like a tide, and retreated like a tide.

At the end of the Hall of Political Affairs, on the nine-layered steps, the brand-new version of the Star Throne revealed its true appearance.

The base was spirally piled up with white bones and star meteorite iron, with white and black reflecting each other, filled with a fierce and bloody mist that could not be dispersed, in which countless unwilling roars seemed to accompany it, imprisoning countless fierce beast souls.

The overall throne was taller and wider, and the back of the chair had a certain degree of backward tilt.

Originally, the top of the throne was decorated with elegant blue vine flower branches, but now it was dyed with heavy blood, with fangs-like barbs, ferocious and evil, and with a deep sense of majesty.

The Eternal Night Empress sat on the new Star Throne and leaned back.

Although it was all hard material, because the curve of the throne cleverly fit the body, it was unspeakably comfortable.

The larger the contact area, the smaller the pressure. Comfort has no direct relationship with the hardness of the material.

It's just that ordinary people don't need to and don't have the spare money to precisely customize an ergonomic iron sofa according to their body data.

This wave of the Eternal Night Empress's spending countless materials and magic to set off the image of the bad woman in her heart made her very satisfied.

It's just that she used to sit upright, leaning her body slightly forward, which was full of oppression.

Now, the new constellation throne has become wider, and the back of the chair is tilted back. She is not so much sitting as lying on it sideways.

Her two long legs were crossed, and her eyes were comfortably narrowed, making her expression seem a little casual.

Lazy, mysterious, and powerful, making it impossible to see through her mind.

In her majesty, there was also an inexplicable charm.

If the Seven Gods Church saw her current appearance, they would definitely vigorously promote that the Eternal Night Empress had fallen further into the evil and chaotic camp.

But the Eternal Night Empress liked her new throne and new posture very much.

Her lazy appearance was a bit disrespectful to the courtiers, and it was even more different from what all the court etiquette teachers taught in the past. She was afraid that she would be scolded by the rigid nobles for being "indecent".

But she was happy, so she didn't care what those people thought!

She is the Empress of this empire, does she even need to be taught how to attend court?

From now on, I will explore my own path!

She seemed to have opened some kind of shackle. Her bottomless magic power and the blood mist of the Star Throne faintly echoed and resonated.

It was even faster than in the past to replenish consumption, and then break through the previous limit all the way!

The rippling magic energy overflowed from her body, condensing into many jumping magic elves, giving birth to very weak and very instinctive consciousness.

These magic elves participate in magic, and can amplify its power tenfold.

The Eternal Night Empress did not ignite the divine fire and take the path of extracting faith and life source to strengthen herself.

That path is to destroy all living beings and complete oneself.

And the demand for faith will become more and more greedy.

The Empress believes that the path of the gods, although powerful, is even more evil than the demons of hell.

So she only explores the end of magic.

In terms of magic power storage, purity, and control, she is now standing at the pinnacle of all beings in the Eternal Night World.

Magic energy moved slightly.

Twelve magic eyes appeared in mid-air, taking pictures of the Eternal Night Empress's peerless elegance from different angles using image recording techniques.

Then she selected the most satisfactory "selfie" and transmitted it directly into Roger's mind through a magic beacon.