Chapter 246 ·How About Setting Up a Cheer Squad?

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her sore wrist, looking at the four large empty barrels in front of her, the corner of her eye twitching uncontrollably.

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The ordinary guest rooms in the Palace of Eternal Night definitely couldn’t accommodate these two. If she really let them stay there, Hera would skin her alive the next day.

“Ms. Dota, the Bedchamber area is a bit small. How about I arrange a more spacious place for you?”

Lilia asked tentatively.

Dota was surprisingly easygoing—as long as she wasn’t made to sleep in a mud pit, anything was fine.

Lilia led the mother and daughter to a giant stone cavern behind the Palace of Eternal Night.

This place had once been used by Hera to imprison war beasts. Its sturdiness was unquestionable.

Most importantly, it was close to Lilia’s small kitchen.

Dota walked around the cavern, stamping on the ground with her foot, and nodded in satisfaction.

She flopped down on the ground, and with a flick of her tail, swept Dora into a corner.

Lilia quickly brought over several massive snow monster pelts to lay out in the cavern, then stacked some glowing crystals for lighting.

After settling these two ancestors, Lilia had just stepped out of the back mountain when she bumped into a swaying figure.

Camilla was leaning against a stone pillar, holding a scroll, her peach blossom eyes glancing sideways at Lilia.

“My dear goddess of wealth, where did you pick up those two dragons?”

Camilla had felt that dragon’s pressure from afar earlier and had almost fallen off her broom in fright.

Though her voice was still seductive, there was a faint tremble hidden within.

Lilia rolled her eyes, too lazy to explain the twists and turns.

“Picked them up on the road.”

Camilla’s mouth twitched, her face clearly saying, “Are you kidding me?”

She handed over the scroll, her expression turning more serious.

“The task you assigned is done.”

“Those old fossils, the moment they heard it was personally ordered by Her Majesty—and with a little ‘gift’ from me—they ran faster than rabbits.”

Camilla was indeed reliable when it came to getting things done.

“Thanks for your hard work, Grand Duke.”

As Lilia spoke, she took out a heavy pouch from the System Space and tossed it over.

Camilla caught it, the crisp clinking of coins ringing out.

She secretly peeked inside, and her eyes instantly lit up like glowing lamps.

There were at least five hundred gold coins inside.

“Oh my, how could I possibly accept this?”

She said that, but her hands moved quickly—the pouch vanished into her cloak in an instant.

“For the opening ceremony the day after tomorrow, they’ll definitely show up on time.”

“Whoever dares to disrespect our Manager Lilia, I’ll go tear down their nest.”

After sending off a delighted Camilla, Lilia slowly wandered back to her office.

Now that the arena was under her management, she couldn’t handle things carelessly.

Hera loved excitement—if it wasn’t grand enough, the one who’d suffer would be Lilia herself.

Lilia spread out a sheet of Parchment and began scribbling randomly with a Feather Pen.

The simplest approach was to use a Swiss-system format.

This format was stable and wouldn’t pit the major players against each other in the first round.

Split them into two groups, run a few round-robin matches, then select the two strongest to put on a grand final in front of Hera.

Lilia filled in names on the chart: Old Bat vs. Big Rib, Fire-Breather vs…

Halfway through drawing, Lilia suddenly slammed the pen onto the table.

Something felt off.

This was the first grand event in the Abyss Demon Realm.

If it was just a bunch of muscular brutes hacking at each other from start to finish, how was that any different from watching pigs being slaughtered?

Leaning back in her chair, Lilia looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling.

She was the boss.

And bosses had to consider user experience.

With Hera’s obsessive and perfectionist personality, pure blood and gore would probably get boring after a while.

They needed some flair.

Lilia’s mind began to fast-forward wildly.

All the combat events she’d seen before—weren’t they all filled with light shows and hype-building segments?

Just fighting was too dry.

They needed extra programs.

During intermissions, they couldn’t have tens of thousands of demons just sitting there picking their teeth, right?

Lilia stroked her chin, her expression gradually becoming… strange.

What if she got a few succubi to wear uniform short skirts and go out to perform a hype dance?

Or… a talent show in the Demon Realm?

Let those big shots step up and shout a few lines before fighting?

Lilia wrote down “Demon Realm Voice” on the paper, then crossed it out.

Their voices might be loud, but what came out would probably sound like murderous noise.

She frowned.

What about something interactive?

Like betting?

Place your bets—those who win double their magic stones, those who lose… well, they accept their fate.

Wouldn’t that boost engagement?

The more Lilia thought about it, the more it made sense.

If this arena was run well, it would become a flowing gold mine.

Hera paid her a salary, sure—but who would complain about having more money?

Lilia was sketching a preliminary design for a succubus cheer squad uniform on the Parchment.

The fabric needed to be minimal—but layered.

If she could apply some reflective magic potion on their legs, then under magical lighting, those long legs swaying…

Who could resist that?

Just as Lilia was immersing herself in the illusion of being a “nightclub boss”—

Creak——

The office door was pushed open.

Lilia’s hand trembled in fright, almost knocking over the ink bottle onto her draft.

She was just about to slam the table and curse, when she saw the figure standing at the door.

A pair of golden eyes glowed dangerously in the darkness.

Hera, dressed in her signature dark purple silk robe, stood there with her arms crossed, expressionless as she looked at her.

“What are you drawing?”

Her icy voice echoed through the room.

Lilia hurriedly tried to hide the draft of the revealing uniform behind her back.

But Hera had already stepped forward with those impossibly long legs, crossing the distance to the desk in just a few strides.

Her pale, cool hand pressed directly onto the edge of the Parchment.

Lilia’s heart leapt to her throat as she froze in place, not daring to move at all.

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