Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 152 Born a Devil

Rising from the floor, Lela strode over to close the windows. She then picked up her phone and dialed her subordinates. The Ruby Squad of Heptagram was everywhere; such was her reach of power.

In less than ten minutes, members of the Ruby Squad arrived, commencing a thorough cleanup of the premises.

After the situation was handled, Lela patted Lily's shoulder reassuringly. "Relax, with me here, you'll be fine."

While assassination attempts had been part of Lily's life from an early age, nothing had prepared her for Lady Phoenix.

Lily watched the newcomers with wide eyes, a twitch at the corner of her mouth. She then turned to whisper to Lela, "Lady Phoenix, these are all your people?" Settled on the sofa, Lela hummed in affirmation.

Lily moved closer, perching on the armrest. "And what exactly are you?" she inquired.

At that, Lela's eyebrows lifted playfully as her delicate fingers tapped rhythmically. "And what, may I ask, is your status, Lily?"

Caught off guard, Lily hesitated-her lineage was far too complex to summarize quickly. After a sigh, she leaned back onto the plush couch cushion, resting a hand on Lela's shoulder, and spoke softly, "In country Y, as the child of the King of Wales II, the fourth monarch of the Persian Safavid Dynasty, I bear a legacy that's anything but simple."

Her voice was level, betraying no emotion.

Lela understood at once the stakes involved a family struggle far more savage than Sylvester's and redolent of the brutalities of royal intrigue.

Lily tipped her head back and gazed at the ceiling, unconsciously running her right hand through Lela's soft black hair. "Look at my hair, this color of red. In the lore of Western royalty, red hair signifies sin, a sign of a devil's birth, an omen of misfortune."

Lela slightly bowed her head without uttering a word and continued to listen.

"My father, the King of Wales, believed in that superstition-that the existence of my brother and me would lead to the downfall of the entire Persian Safavid Dynasty, that the regime would be overthrown."

Lily chuckled softly, "It's absurd, isn't it? Not just the superstitious people of the Pillar Country, the royal families of Europe shared in their feudal superstitions too."

"Since childhood, my brother and I have been forced to hide, avoiding assassination from the royal court. Our mother, Kane, was murdered trying to protect us."

"To this day, we have no idea who was truly behind it all, but we know that the royal family sees us as enemies."

"Thankfully, our mother had the foresight to leave us a substantial fortune; otherwise, we wouldn't have survived this long."

Lela knew Lily was wealthy and well-connected, but she had never imagined she was a princess.

She always thought Lily led a glamorous life, never suspecting the bloody tragedy hidden behind her facade.

Marked by the royals as a harbinger of misfortune from a young age.

Without extreme mental resilience, she wouldn't be alive today.

"Sometimes, my brother and I wonder if we might be the reincarnations of some demons. If not, how else did we cause our own mother's death and the death of our loyal protectors?

Lela turned, reached out, and took Lily's hand, "No, there's no such thing as demons reincarnated. It's them-they are the truly evil, the supremely foolish ones."

Lily lowered her gaze to Lela, couldn't help but pinch her cheek, and smiled, "Enough, I've said my piece. It's nothing; I'm used to it by now."

The cleanup crew wrapped up quickly; the team leader came over and said with a bow, "We've finished cleaning up."

Lela waved a dismissive hand, "Alright, you can go."