The Hero’s Revelation

Late at night, within the Demon King’s palace.

Dorothy sat by the bed, gently stroking the sleeping face of the two-year-old child. A hint of tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

“I’m sorry…”

Whispering with profound regret, her thoughts drifted back to a distant past.

****

Over twenty years ago, she had been a model student on Earth, a ‘Three Virtues Youth.’ Yet, an unforeseen accident had transported her to a world where Heroes and Demon Kings existed, causing her to reincarnate as a female infant.

Dorothy Christine was the name she was given. Having grown up in an orphanage, she had already blossomed into astonishing beauty by the age of fifteen.

She possessed a cascade of soft, beautiful silver hair, and golden eyes as clear and transparent as a pristine lake. Her slender figure exuded an aura of nobility and grace, much like a blooming white lotus.

When interacting with others, her exquisite face often bore a faint smile. It was a warmth akin to spring sunlight, making her utterly captivating.

Just like many protagonists in transmigration novels, she possessed not only stunning beauty but also extraordinary cultivation talent.

At eighteen, she earned the recognition of the Holy Sword Megaphas, becoming the strongest Hero. She was bestowed with her own title: the Silverbloom Sword Princess.

The Hero’s mission was to slay the Demon King. At the earnest request of various factions, she assembled a Hero party. They swept through the demon territories with overwhelming force, ultimately confronting the legendary Demon King.

She had assumed her journey would continue just as smoothly. Instead, reality delivered a harsh slap to her face.

“If you simply put down your sword, I’ll spare their lives. What do you say?”

The Demon King seized the red-haired girl’s slender neck, lifting her from the ground, a wicked smile curving on their lips.

Behind the Demon King, the other two Heroes from the party lay sprawled on the ground, both gravely wounded and unconscious.

“No, don’t… She’s lying to you…”

The red-haired girl tried to utter more words, but the Demon King merely scoffed. With a slight tightening of their fingers, the girl’s pretty face contorted in pain, rendering her speechless.

Dorothy stared at them, her mind reeling. The Holy Sword clattered from her grasp, falling to the ground.

She had been defeated.

Surprisingly, the Demon King did not go back on their word. They released Dorothy’s teammates, but imprisoned Dorothy herself.

Chains bound Dorothy’s limbs, trapping her on a pristine white bed. Her eyes were covered by a black blindfold, and a frantic unease began to fester and spread within her heart.

‘A defeated and captured Hero… one could only imagine what awaited her.’

Tap, tap, tap—

In the empty room, the sound of high heels tapping on the floor grew steadily closer. Dorothy instinctively recoiled, but the cold chains emitted a crisp clinking sound, restricting her movements.

The footsteps abruptly ceased beside her. Overwhelmed by tension, her breathing hitched slightly.

The next second, the blindfold was ripped away. Light pierced Dorothy’s eyes, and after a moment of adjustment, she discerned the identity of her visitor.

It was Demon King Sophia.

Clad in a luxurious black gown, Sophia’s elegant neck and clearly visible collarbones were revealed. The folds of her skirt seemed to ripple with flowing light, perfectly complementing her slender, fair thighs.

Her face was soft and alluring, like a succubus tempting one to fall. Her crimson eyes, in particular, held a fatal charm that effortlessly captivated all who beheld them.

Yet Dorothy knew that anyone daring to approach this rose would inevitably be pricked, their hands covered in blood, their life ending then and there.

After recognizing Sophia, she turned her head away, gazing towards the other side, silent and unmoving.

She closed her eyes, unwilling to witness the humiliation that was about to unfold.

But the Demon King’s hand, as it traced her cheek, still made her delicate body tremble, filling her with utter despair.

‘Just consider it a dog bite. Just consider it a dog bite…’

As she desperately tried to comfort herself, Sophia’s voice unexpectedly broke the deathly silence of the room.

“Dorothy, will you be my Queen Consort?”

“What… what do you mean?”

“Marry me.”

“Hmph, abandon that notion! I am a Hero; I would never marry a filthy, despicable demon!” Dorothy retorted coldly.

Though fear and bewilderment swirled within her, she could not possibly agree to Sophia’s proposal.

‘She was humanity’s strongest Hero. How could she possibly marry her sworn enemy, the Demon King?’

“A Hero, you say?”

Seeing her reaction, Sophia showed no annoyance. She merely murmured softly, then her gentle palm caressed Dorothy’s forehead.

“W-what are you doing?!”

Feeling magic flow across her forehead, Dorothy’s composure wavered for the first time. Sophia’s lips curved into a slight smile as she reassured her:

“Don’t be afraid, Dorothy. I’m merely going to help you forget some unpleasant memories you shouldn’t possess.”

****

Five years later, on a stormy, thundering night, within the Demon King’s private chambers.

Heavy rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the landscape outside. Dorothy, clad in a white dress, leaned her hands against the glass. Her warm breath brushed the window, leaving a thin film of mist.

“Dorothy, the new storybooks have arrived. Won’t you come take a look?”

Sophia’s voice drifted from behind her. She sat on the sofa, gently swaying the storybook in her hands, but Dorothy remained lost in thought, gazing out the window, offering no reply.

Tree branches bowed under the weight of the storm. Birds, from an unknown origin, soared through the rain and mist, while a mysterious presence seemed to pass through the indistinct distance.

A flash of silver lightning suddenly illuminated not only her face but also the yearning for freedom and aspiration in her eyes.

“Sophia, I want to leave the palace. I want to see the outside world.”

Hearing this, Sophia set down her storybook and rose, walking towards her.

“Not yet, Dorothy. Your illness hasn’t fully healed. You’ll have to wait a little longer.”

‘Always the same answer.’

Dorothy’s brows furrowed slightly.

“How much longer? I’ve already waited five years. Why won’t you even let me leave the palace?”

She only possessed memories from these past five years. Ever since she awoke, she had lived within this palace as the Queen Consort.

According to Sophia, she had experienced a major incident five years prior, losing all her previous memories. The strange headaches she frequently suffered were also a lingering effect from that time.

“Soon, my dear. Just hold on a little longer, alright? Once you’re well, we’ll leave the palace together and go wherever your heart desires.”

Embracing Dorothy from behind, Sophia leaned close to her ear and whispered a promise: “We can even go to the human territories.”

“To the human territories? You’re the Demon King! How can you be so reckless?”

Dorothy was quite displeased with her words. Just as she was about to lecture Sophia properly, in her capacity as Queen Consort, a soft chuckle reached her ears.

“What are you laughing at?”

“The way Dorothy worries about me is truly adorable.”

Sophia pressed her face against Dorothy’s, speaking softly as if coaxing a child:

“Wherever Dorothy wishes to go, I will accompany you. After all, in my eyes, the title of Demon King is utterly insignificant compared to you. So, please, don’t dwell on these things anymore, alright?”

“Alright… I’ll listen to you.”

Sophia’s tender words made Dorothy blush. Inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her, Dorothy turned and kissed her cheek, her previous worries vanishing like smoke.

Touching her slightly moist cheek, Sophia paused in a daze for a moment. Then, with a sudden grasp of Dorothy’s wrist, she eased her onto the bed.

“Huh? What are you doing?”

“Thunderstorms are the best for sleeping~”

The following morning, the rain still fell.

Opening her eyes from the bed, Dorothy discovered that her companion had already left the chambers.

Adjusting her slightly disheveled nightgown, she stretched and yawned. Afterwards, she changed her clothes and left the chambers to check on her and Sophia’s child.

Later, she returned to her chambers, walking to the sofa to pick up the storybooks the maids had delivered yesterday.

Sophia, fearing Dorothy might feel lonely always staying in the palace, frequently sent maids to deliver storybooks to alleviate her boredom.

These storybooks, in turn, became her sole means of understanding the outside world.

Casually leafing through the new collection of stories, a book titled ‘Records of the Hero’ caught her attention.

Human Heroes challenging the Demon King—in her view, it was utterly foolish.

Let alone the Demon King, even she could suppress them with a single hand.

As these thoughts crossed her mind, she caressed the back of her right hand, a hint of sweetness in her smile.

On the back of her right hand was a delicate black demon crest. It was a symbol of her status as the Demon King’s Queen Consort, and also the source of her demonic power.

Sophia herself had personally etched it there, imbued with her profound love for Dorothy.

“Truly, they overestimate themselves.”

After a moment of derision towards the Heroes, she continued to flip through ‘Records of the Hero’ until she reached the very last page.

[Holy Sword Megaphas]

[Silverbloom Sword Princess]

The final page of the records recounted the tale of the Silverbloom Sword Princess. It was accompanied by illustrations of a Holy Sword and the Sword Princess herself.

Boom—

Lightning crashed outside the window. As she gazed at the two illustrations, an incredibly potent sense of familiarity surged through her heart.

‘It was as if… as if she herself was the Silverbloom Sword Princess?’

Her head began to ache once more. She clutched her head in agony, inexplicably recalling fragments of past experiences.

Transmigration, Hero, Holy Sword…

Countless blurry images flashed before her eyes. She remembered her time in the orphanage, her unwavering resolve to become a Hero…

Fragrant sweat trickled down her cheeks. She gasped for breath, clumsily retrieving the records from the floor and clutching them in her hands.

“Sophia… you liar…”

‘She wasn’t the Demon King’s Queen Consort at all! She was the Silverbloom Sword Princess, humanity’s Hero!’

The headache gradually receded. She remembered her true identity, and the memories of her five years with Sophia became blurred and chaotic in that instant.

****

Gathering her scattered thoughts, Dorothy gazed at the sleeping child on the bed. With tears in her eyes, she gently kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry…”

The child’s name was Celia, her own biological daughter. She was adorable, with a small black butterfly birthmark on the back of her neck.

But after tonight, they would be parted.

These five years had been a nightmare for her. She could not accept any of it, nor could she remain by Sophia’s side, even for the sake of her child.

She had to escape this place and return to her homeland.

Taking one last, lingering look at Celia, imprinting her adorable image into her heart, Dorothy wiped away the tears from her eyes and rose, moving away from the bedside.

That night, chaos erupted throughout the palace. The Demon King’s Queen Consort was nowhere to be found.