The Classic Inspirational Essay "My Demigod Aunt," So Bad Douban Wouldn't Dare Rate It

However, Lioz's happy life had not been smooth sailing.

Under Aunt Muston's iron-fisted rule, Oshulia had already become unstable. Although, as the former Grand Duchess's sister, this absolutely did not count as interference in government by the maternal relatives—the legitimacy of the ruler was simply not very high, either.

Lioz, whose appearance was that of a one-year-old, had only just gotten up. He had barely sorted out his current circumstances when, before he could switch over to Invincible General Zhen and log in to grind the daily events, the High Elf maid pushed open the door and solemnly informed him of a fact. "Crown Prince, Regent Muston has returned and wishes for you to join her for breakfast."

"Huh? Aunt came back so quickly?"

"Yes." The High Elf maid said, "Her raven has already arrived. She herself will be here in another four or five minutes. Crown Prince, I'll help you wash up and get dressed."

Lioz was mildly surprised—in his memories, he could not find the name of Arrogant Killing Minister, this Demigod Venerable. Under normal circumstances, that meant the other party would have a hard time standing out amid the tides of history and becoming an exceptional figure in the Star Abyss.

At the very least, she would not be that powerful.

Of course, that did not mean she was completely useless.

While enjoying the attentions of the beautiful elf maid as she bathed and dressed him, Lioz considered a more practical problem.

A person's name could be wrong, and a title could be a rumor, but the honorific bestowed by the Star Abyss could never be fake.

Anyone capable of becoming a demigod was at least a little mentally unstable.

The name Arrogant Killing meant, first, "untamed and defiant," then, "kill without mercy." Either one perfectly matched