"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
The stemmed glass smashed against the floor, blooming into a crimson flower of blood.
Watching her subordinates topple like dominoes, Elizabeth was furious.
Don't misunderstand.
Elizabeth wasn't mourning her subordinates. As the guardian of floors one through three of the Great Tomb, she controlled three infinite universes containing countless planets of humans raised like livestock. One massacre was all it would take to quickly raise another vampire army.
So even if every last subordinate died, Elizabeth wouldn't care.
What truly enraged her was that the Demon King had ordered her to assemble a Magic Legion, only for the entire force to be wiped out.
As one of the King of the Undead's Four Heavenly Kings, Elizabeth was the only commander who had been defeated by the Hero.
This had left her utterly humiliated among her colleagues.
Afterward, Elizabeth had repeatedly proposed taking revenge on the Hero Party, but the Demon King had mercilessly rejected her every time.
At first, Elizabeth had been deeply puzzled.
Later, when she heard that the Hero Party had actually defeated the Demon King of the Demons within ten years, she couldn't help admiring the Demon King's wisdom. "My, my, truly worthy of the Demon King! He foresaw long ago that I was no match for them."
The senior commander, the Lord of the Flame Demons, adjusted his glasses and agreed. "I see! Truly remarkable! The Demon King realized long ago that the Hero Party would be difficult to handle, so he planned to use his longer lifespan to wait them out until they died of old age!"
"I just chickened out."
Although the Demon King had opened his mouth wide at the time and explained that everything was a coincidence, he must have simply been modest.
In short, the