Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The sharp sound of high heels striking the metal floor echoed through the room.
A woman clad in purple-black, with a pair of large mechanical wings like a bat's, heavy smoky makeup on her face, and a very, very impressive figure, strode in with arrogant steps.
"Who are you, ma'am? We shouldn't have offended you, should we? If we have, please say so. We'll definitely compensate you and make sure you're satisfied," the captain said humbly.
The crew beside him held their weapons aimed at her. Hearing the captain's words, disbelief appeared on their faces.
"Haha, you little brats sure know how to act. Still trying to fool me? Enough, enough. Take your hands out from behind your backs. Stop pressing those buttons."
"The ship's onboard intelligence is already under my control."
The woman laughed as she brushed back her hair.
Looking at these people, especially that composed and calm captain, the woman nodded in satisfaction.
"You're lucky to have run into me, Morgana. I'll show you the true meaning of life."
"From now on, this ship, including all of you, belongs to Queen me."
With her hands on her hips, she spoke with unparalleled arrogance.
Three Trump Cards and Hexi—Just as Expected!
Demons.
An extremely evil force in the universe. They preached freedom, lured people into depravity, and called it the liberation of one's nature.
They had once enjoyed great glory in the universe and had many civilizations that supported them.
However, the Demons had always been relentlessly suppressed by the Angels.
The reason was unclear. It seemed to be a conflict of ideals.
Under the Angels' suppression, the Demons had been destroyed several times.
Yet they always rose from the ashes.
Being able to stand against the Angels, even as the suppressed side, was already