Perfect Villain Life: Universal Job Change

Chapter 205: The Heir of the First Court

The palace attendants swiftly stepped forward, efficiently erasing all traces of Cassio, the Evil Saint’s remains. If any being from the mortal realms had witnessed this scene, they would have felt an eerie sense of surrealism.

To the inhabitants of the real universe, a Void Lord was a cataclysmic existence, a force of destruction beyond comprehension.

The majority of the civilizations in the cosmos had been annihilated not by the hands of Void Overlords, but by Void Lords alone. A single one could devour entire worlds, and wield power that dwarfed even the greatest mortal empires.

And yet, one had just died so effortlessly—with no struggle, no resistance.

This was the Void.

A realm where there was no order, only the absolute rule of the strong over the weak.

The Void Lords of the First Court watched the scene unfold expressionlessly, unmoved by the execution of the Fifth Court’s envoy.

To them, the Void Empress’ cruelty and unpredictability were constant and absolute, something they had long since learned to fear and respect.

As for the death of a Fifth Court messenger? It was irrelevant.

Though the Seven Great Void Courts were all supremely powerful, and no official hierarchy existed between them, the First Court still held a unique and exalted position in the Void.

The Desire Overlord would not risk war with the First Court over a single Void Lord.

Unless, of course, the Void Empress had touched upon the Desire Overlord’s true weakness—its one and only fatal flaw.

The Void Empress’ flawless face remained impassive, but a subtle shift in her aura caused the temperature in the great hall to plummet even further. The oppressive silence of the Void grew heavier, and for a moment, it was as if all motion in existence had been frozen.

At that precise moment, a new presence emerged within the great hall.

A female Void being, perfectly beautiful yet eerily distant, materialized from the shadows. Her long, flowing hair swayed lightly within the Void, exuding an ominous, foreboding aura—as if she was a herald of countless impending catastrophes.

Alwyn, the Witch of Calamity.

A Void Lord of the First Court, and one of the most trusted confidants of the Void Empress.

Her power was the foretelling of destruction itself—a presence that had brought the downfall of innumerable worlds. Any realm that had once felt her gaze was doomed to ruin.

She knelt before the Empress, her posture reverent yet deliberate. With a glance, she took note of the empty space where Cassio had once stood, but her expression remained unreadable.

To be a favored courtier in the Void was both a privilege and a death sentence. Their status was exalted, yet their lives were also expendable.

On one hand, as the Void Empress’ confidante, Alwyn held an immense and undeniable authority within the First Court’s domain. Even among the annexed territories and conquered worlds, her name commanded fear and submission.

Yet, at the same time, her existence was utterly meaningless. Her entire fate depended on the Empress’ whims.

She need only recall the fall of Heloise, the Fallen Saint, to remind herself of that truth.

Heloise had once been one of the Empress’ most favored warlords, a general who had brought countless worlds to ruin in the name of her sovereign. She had built her name on unparalleled conquests, earning glorious achievements on behalf of the First Court.

And yet, in a single moment, with nothing more than a passing thought, the Void Empress had erased her.

With Heloise’s death, her entire faction had been purged, vanishing into the annals of history like dust in the wind.

Even Alwyn could not help but feel a sliver of mockery at the memory.

She and Heloise had long been rivals, competing for the Void Empress’ favor. But in the end, Heloise had been a fool.

She had never thought for herself.

Her existence had revolved entirely around the Void Empress, a natural consequence of having her soul enslaved upon her defeat. Like all divine beings who had fallen to the Void, Heloise had become nothing but a puppet.

And so, her devotion to the Empress was absolute. She had believed the Empress’ will was eternal and unchanging. And for millennia, that had been true.

Until, twenty years ago, everything changed. The Void Empress had given birth. Her one and only offspring.

In the First Court and the highest echelons of the Void, this was no secret. And yet, the Crown Prince himself remained a mystery—no one knew his whereabouts.

Only a select few confidants, such as Alwyn, knew the truth: The Crown Prince had been hidden within the Human World.

Having served the Void Empress for countless years, Alwyn had immediately noticed the drastic shift in her ruler’s behavior.

For the first time in history, the Void Empress had shown true concern—she cared deeply for her offspring, to the extent that she was willing to sacrifice everything for him.

And so, while Heloise had continued blindly vying for the Empress’ favor, Alwyn had taken the initiative.

Rather than seeking favor through conquest, she had devoted herself to gathering intelligence on the Crown Prince, meticulously monitoring his movements and development.

She had come to understand one undeniable truth—earning His Highness’ favor was far more valuable than simply pleasing the Void Empress herself.

And so, as she knelt before the throne, Alwyn smiled softly.

“My Empress, I bring good news.” Her voice was humble yet confident, as she lowered her head in deep reverence.

A cold, detached voice responded, “Alwyn.”

The Empress spoke her name with the same indifference as always.

“What news?” Her tone carried no warmth, no expectation—only the ever-present threat of obliteration.

If her words displeased the Empress, her fate would be no different from Heloise’s.

Yet, Alwyn’s smirk widened slightly, her voice unwavering, “Your Majesty, I have just received word from the Human World—His Highness, the Crown Prince, has expressed his desire to return to the Void.”

The moment those words were spoken, a subtle ripple of disturbance spread through the great hall.

The Void Lords, the corrupted deities, the monstrous entities that filled the chamber—each one displayed a different reaction.

Some remained stoic, others exchanged silent glances, and a few displayed awe and intrigue.

The heir of the First Court.

The Void Empress’ only child.

At last, he was returning to the Void.