Lupusregina Beta

The air shimmered with teleportation magic, then split with a soft crack of power. When the light faded, a woman stood at the threshold of the chamber — tall, bronze-skinned, and haloed by the gleam of crimson hair. Her golden eyes swept the room with lazy disinterest, as though measuring the worth of its occupants before bothering to breathe.

She bowed, shallowly, just enough to fulfill formality. “Lupusregina Beta, reporting as ordered,” she said, her voice lilting with mock-cheer. “Lord Ainz sends his regards… and his orders. I am to serve you as I would him.”

The last words carried the faintest tremor of disdain, quickly swallowed by a dazzling smile. She straightened, hands clasped behind her back, the scent of steel and perfume trailing from her movements.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, Master,” she added sweetly, the title dripping with irony. “I’ll obey every word you give me, perfectly. But I don’t have to enjoy it.”

A flicker of teeth, too sharp for a human smile, flashed as her golden eyes locked on the user’s. “So… what do you want first? A report? A demonstration? Or a warning?”