I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 69: Operation ’Disguise the Queen’

Chaos erupted the moment Elysia agreed to the soldiers' plan.

"Alright," one soldier announced, clapping his hands together with far too much excitement. "Operation 'Disguise the Queen' is officially a go!"

Elysia raised an eyebrow. "That's what we're calling it?"

"Unless you've got a better name," another soldier shot back with a grin.

Before Elysia could respond, the group had already launched into a frantic scramble, pulling random articles of clothing from thin air with their limited-use storage spells.

Within moments, the training yard looked less like a military ground and more like a bizarre backstage of a very chaotic theater production.

"Try this!" one soldier said eagerly, holding up a long, hooded cloak.

Elysia reached for it, only to pause when she realized it was a vibrant shade of hot pink with glittering sequins along the hem.

She gave the soldier a flat look. "You do realize the point is to blend in, right? Not to blind everyone within a five-mile radius."

"Hey, I didn't say it was a good idea," he shrugged, tossing it aside as another soldier presented something even more questionable—a massive feathered hat that looked like it had been stolen from a pirate-themed carnival.

Elysia snorted. "Absolutely not."

The hat-wielding soldier pouted. "But you'd look mysterious!"

"I'd look ridiculous."

"Same thing," he grinned.

Another soldier, clearly taking his job too seriously, held up a pair of oversized round glasses with fake eyebrows attached. "What about this? Adds a touch of... scholarly elegance."

Elysia blinked at him. "I'm not trying to impersonate a confused librarian."

"Fair," he muttered, tossing them into the growing pile of rejected items.

As the soldiers rummaged through their seemingly endless supply of random outfits, Elysia couldn't help but laugh.

She hadn't laughed like this in weeks—genuine, belly-aching laughter that made her forget, even for a moment, the weight of her crown.

"Here!" another soldier called out triumphantly, holding up a dress that looked... suspiciously like something one might wear to serve tea in a countryside inn. It was pastel blue, with puffed sleeves and a white apron that screamed 'innkeeper's daughter.'

Elysia's jaw dropped. "I'm not pretending to be a barmaid."

"But you'd be such a charming barmaid," the soldier teased, dodging the mock glare Elysia shot his way.

At one point, a particularly mischievous soldier held up an outfit that could only be described as 'traveling circus chic'—striped trousers, a velvet vest, and a top hat that looked two sizes too big.

Elysia doubled over laughing. "Is that... is that actually an option?"

"I mean," the soldier grinned, "it's not not an option."

"Hard pass," Elysia giggled, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of increasingly absurd fashion shows, one soldier held up a simple, worn brown cloak with a deep hood.

"This," he said, holding it up like it was the crown jewel. "This will actually work."

Elysia nodded, still grinning from the chaos. "Simple. Functional. Not neon pink. I'll take it."

As she draped the cloak over her shoulders, one soldier muttered, "Kind of a shame, though. I was really rooting for the pirate hat."

Elysia chuckled, pulling the hood up over her silver hair. "Maybe next time."

Once the laughter settled, the soldiers gathered in a loose circle around her. "Alright, Your Majesty," the scarred soldier said, his tone turning more serious. "Teleportation spell incoming. Hold tight."

Elysia felt a strange flutter of anticipation in her chest. She had never left the castle grounds since arriving in the demon realm. What awaited her beyond the walls?

The air around them shimmered as the soldiers activated their collective magic. A soft hum filled Elysia's ears, and before she could blink, the familiar surroundings of the castle training yard vanished.

In an instant, they reappeared in the heart of a bustling village.

Elysia blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden change in scenery. What met her eyes left her speechless.

The village was... beautiful.

Cobblestone streets wound through charming rows of quaint buildings, each adorned with colorful banners fluttering gently in the breeze.

Market stalls lined the streets, overflowing with vibrant fruits, exotic spices, and handcrafted goods.

The aroma of fresh bread and sizzling meat drifted through the air, mingling with the soft murmur of merchants calling out their wares and villagers chatting animatedly.

But what truly caught Elysia off guard were the people.

Demons, of course, were everywhere—each unique in their appearance. Some had horns like Malvoria's, twisting elegantly from their heads, while others had shimmering scales or glowing eyes.

But mingled among them were humans—ordinary humans—laughing, bargaining, and walking side by side with their demon neighbors as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Elysia's eyes widened. Humans? Here?

She had always assumed the demon realm was isolated, cut off from the human world she had left behind. But here they were, living in harmony with demons, completely at ease.

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"This..." Elysia whispered, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the village. "This isn't what I expected."

One of the soldiers chuckled beside her. "What did you think it would be? Fire and brimstone?"

"Kind of," Elysia admitted sheepishly.

"Well," the soldier grinned, "welcome to the real demon realm. It's not all dungeons and dark magic."

Elysia couldn't help but smile, her eyes drinking in every detail. She noticed a small child—a human girl with curly brown hair—tugging on the sleeve of a demon merchant with crimson skin and tiny curved horns. The demon laughed warmly, handing the girl a piece of candy from his stall.

The sight melted something inside Elysia.

They're... happy.

She had always believed the demon realm to be a place of cruelty and darkness. But this village was alive with joy, laughter, and an undeniable sense of community.

The scarred soldier clapped his hands together, pulling Elysia from her thoughts. "Alright, now that we're here..."

He grinned mischievously at the group. "We can finally start doing amusing things now."