Maki had lived for several thousand years.
Over those millennia, given Maki's exceedingly vile nature, she had naturally trampled on and toyed with no small number of people.
Maki had encountered all sorts of people, and because of her actions, she had seen all kinds of reactions.
Some hated her to the point of madness.
Some feared her until they broke down.
Some lost their minds and tried to kill her at all costs.
Others knelt and begged, pleading for mercy.
To that end, Maki possessed countless methods. She knew how to drive someone into despair, what reaction they would have afterward, and what actions they would take.
Then, based on that, she would lay her next trap and devise her next plan for amusement, waiting for them to slowly walk into it and become playthings in her palm.
Especially those famous, great individuals with unyielding wills—Maki was even more willing to invest great effort and lavish means into tormenting them slowly.
That was precisely why Maki had come here.
Because here was an Elf Queen she had had her eye on for thousands of years: noble, incomparably beautiful, adored and admired by all, with even Heroes unable to resist falling at her feet.
She wanted to see that woman's expression of despair.
She wanted to know what a being as noble as the Elf Queen, as beautiful as a Goddess, would look like when she finally knelt on the ground and wept in agony.
To achieve that goal, Maki had already acted once several thousand years ago. This time, she had come prepared.
She had planned it all out: first, she would infiltrate Elven Village and use her Mental Magic to brainwash every adorable, innocent Elven girl. Then, after she led a powerful force into Elven Village, she would