Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1135

Chapter 1135: I’m So Done With It!

Chapter 1135: I’m So Done With It!

Villain Ch 1135.

I’m So Done With It!

Azura, however, felt a clear embarrassment swept over her.

As if waking from a dream, she suddenly realized what had just happened.

This wasn’t real-this was just an event.

Zael was just a character, an AI designed for the game.

But here she was, taking everything personally, letting her emotions spill out just like Elio had earlier.

She forced a tight smile, trying to shake the stupid feelings she didn’t expect to have.

“Right,” she said, her voice awkward and stiff, as if she were trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

She carefully distanced herself from Zael, slipping out of his embrace and turning her head forward, avoiding his gaze.

The moment felt too real, and she needed to regain her composure.

Her hand instinctively reached for the nearest glass-a simple prop that was supposed to be part of the scene-and she drank from it, not caring whether it was meant to be functional or not.

She just needed something to do, anything to look busy.

Her thoughts were racing, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

‘Oh God…

this is so embarrassing.’ She had let her emotions flare, drawn in by Zael’s words.

She hadn’t meant to take it this far.

Mila gently touched her hand, leaning in to whisper.

“What now?” Her voice was soft, almost hesitant.

Azura sighed, her voice returning to its usual cool but now carrying a clear exhaustion.

“If you still want to seduce him, you can try.

I’m so done with it.” Mila frowned, confused by Azura’s sudden shift in mood.

“Why?” Azura waved a hand dismissively, her voice indifferent.

“I just don’t feel like it anymore.

He’s not my crush.” The words were a half-truth, an easy escape.

She didn’t want to delve into the deeper, more complicated emotions swirling inside her.

But the mention of a crush caused Mila to freeze for a moment.

The memory of a photo flashed in her mind-Azura hugging Allen at the station.

It had been something Mila had been curious about for a long time.

But she never found the right moment to ask.

Every time they had been together, Azura was either streaming or surrounded by the others, so Mila had held back.

But now, the question bubbled up again.

She bit her lip, hesitating.

“Then…

I’ll try my luck,” Mila finally said, deciding to focus on the task at hand.

She had promised James and Noah that she would try to get close to Zael during the event, and she couldn’t back down now.

Her heart was racing, nerves twisting in her stomach, but she knew she had to follow through.

She looked over at Zael, his expression softened by the recent exchange with Azura.

Mila took a deep breath and stepped forward, her voice gentle but filled with determination.

“Zael…

you don’t have to do it alone.

We’re here.

We’ll help you.” Zael turned to her, his eyes meeting hers, and for a brief moment, it felt as though something shifted between them.

His expression was warm, but before he could respond, a booming sound filled the room.

“The King has arrived!” Zael immediately straightened, and all the NPCs around them followed suit, standing up from their chairs and moving to their positions with rehearsed precision.

The celebratory atmosphere instantly shifted to one of formality and tension, as if the entire room had been waiting for this moment.

Mila, Azura, and the others quickly stood up as well, following the lead of the NPCs.

They exchanged quick glances, each trying to fall back into character as they bowed in unison, pretending to pay their respects as the king entered the room.

The King strode in.

He was a middle-aged man who didn’t look like Zael at all.

He wore a crown that sparkled with precious gems, his robe draped over his broad shoulders.

His face was stern, his gaze sweeping over the room with the commanding presence of a ruler who expected complete obedience.

Behind him, a younger man followed, his attire almost as grand as the king’s, though with a sharper, more haughty edge.

He wore the clothing of a prince, his posture proud and arrogant, a faint sneer on his lips as he surveyed the room.

It was clear from his demeanor that he held himself in high regard-perhaps too high.

Zael, standing beside Azura and Mila, stiffened at the sight of the king and the young prince.

His expression remained composed, but there was a tension in his body that hadn’t been there before.

The warmth and vulnerability that had filled his eyes just moments ago were gone, replaced by something darker-hurt and bitterness that he was trying desperately to suppress.

The king, his voice booming with authority, gestured to the crowd, “Please, everyone, sit down.

Today is a beautiful day, a day of great celebration.” His voice carried the weight of someone used to being listened to, and the crowd obeyed, taking their seats at the long banquet tables.

The group followed suit, although none of them could miss the way Zael’s jaw tightened as he sat down.

The king continued, his voice proud and booming.

“We celebrate because my son, Prince Otis, has led a glorious campaign at the southern border, defeating the lich army that threatened our lands.” Elio leaned toward Red_King, whispering under his breath, “That should be us, right?

We were the ones fighting the lich army.” Red_King nodded, his eyes narrowing at the prince standing beside the king.

“Yeah, Zael mentioned it earlier.

That victory was ours, not his.” But the king’s announcement went on, unbothered by the truth.

“My son, Otis, has brought great honor to this kingdom.

His leadership and strength ensured our victory over the undead.” The prince, standing proudly beside his father, puffed out his chest, a smug grin stretching across his face.

“It was all my service, father.

I only did what was necessary to protect the kingdom.” The crowd erupted into cheers, a wave of applause filling the hall as the prince’s self-satisfied grin widened.

But as the room filled with praise for Otis, Zael and the group sat in silence, their faces growing more and more grim.

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