Villain Simulator, Ch 274

The Tsaritsa hesitated, her once icy demeanor showing cracks of uncertainty.

Despite her cold, unyielding exterior, deep within her heart lay a fragile softness. She understood the reality of the situation all too clearly.

"Your Majesty," Signora, who had somehow entered the office without notice, spoke with a slightly conflicted expression. "Please… accept this reality."

"Rosalyn…" The Tsaritsa sighed, her voice carrying a trace of sorrow. "Even you… have betrayed me?"

"No, you are mistaken," Lucas interjected. He reached into her coat and pressed a hidden button, smirking. "Rosalyn has been mine from the very beginning."

At that moment, Signora's demeanor shifted completely. Like a loyal pet, she knelt at Lucas's side, her eyes filled with devotion and dependence.

Among the eleven Fatui Harbingers, Signora's personality had always been strikingly similar to the Tsaritsa's. It was precisely because of this similarity that the Tsaritsa had formed a close personal bond with her.

But now, even the subordinate she trusted the most had already betrayed her. It made her wonder about the others—those who had only joined the Fatui for profit—how could they be trusted any more?

"I understand," the Tsaritsa finally said, her tone laced with resignation. Perhaps she realized the tide had turned irreversibly. "I accept the terms of the negotiation… but I never want to see you again."

Even as a dethroned monarch, the Tsaritsa still retained her dignity.

Lucas, too, had no intention of humiliating her further. After all, she was still the Ruler of Snezhnaya. Imprisoning or executing her would only provoke the wrath of her people.

Allowing her to remain a puppet queen in the Ice Palace, stripped of authority, seemed like the most fitting resolution.

"You truly are a wise and rational ruler," Lucas said as he turned to leave. "Farewell, uncrowned queen."

The radiant ice crown still adorned her head, but its brilliance was now dulled by an invisible layer of dust.

"Just you wait," the Tsaritsa growled, her voice filled with quiet fury. "I will never let this go unavenged."

That night.

Inside a luxury suite in a high-end hotel in Snezhnaya.

Lucas, freshly showered and wearing only a bathrobe, sat at a desk reviewing reports submitted by the Harbinger "The Rooster."

While conquering Snezhnaya had sounded simple in theory, implementing it in practice was far from easy. From calming the emotions of the populace to managing the transition of power, every detail required meticulous attention.

Although Lucas didn't micromanage every task, he took on the majority of the critical work himself.

Perhaps because of "betraying" the Tsaritsa, Signora had been unusually quiet and melancholic since leaving the Ice Palace. Given her mood, Lucas didn't feel it appropriate to call her over to warm his bed.

Thus, the enormous presidential suite felt a little… empty.

Ding-dong.

The doorbell suddenly rang, breaking the silence.

Frowning slightly, Lucas got up and walked to the door. "Who is it?" he asked in a low voice.

After a brief pause, a small card was slipped through the door crack.

A hotel service card?

What the… Snezhnaya has these kinds of things too?

Lucas chuckled to himself. Who would've thought even high-end hotels in Snezhnaya offered such services?

Picking up the card, he saw an image of a voluptuous Snezhnayan woman. The text on the card was even more eye-catching: "Elite service, ultimate indulgence, explosive passion, wild nights!"

The gold-embossed lettering exuded a sense of extravagance, and Lucas couldn't help but feel a bit… intrigued.

He had planned to decline. But, well… it was quite tempting.

And after several hours of grueling work, he did feel the need to unwind a little.

Besides… it was very tempting.

It couldn't be denied—perhaps due to the cold climate requiring extra energy reserves, the women of Snezhnaya tended to be more voluptuous and athletic compared to those from Liyue.

Of course, this often came with a tradeoff. By their thirties, many Snezhnayan women's "energy reserves" started manifesting as excess weight.

Still, as a certain famous philosopher once said: "Slim is pleasing to the eye; plump is pleasing to the touch."

While Signora's perfectly proportioned figure was undoubtedly the pinnacle of beauty, Lucas didn't mind sampling a little "wild beef" from the north every now and then.

After all, even someone accustomed to fine dining might occasionally crave a taste of street food.

Opening the door, Lucas was greeted by a woman wearing a veil.

Interestingly, the veil was the most modest piece of clothing she had on. The rest of her attire barely qualified as "clothing," with the total amount of fabric likely less than what was used for the veil.

On her shoulder, she carried a small case. Lucas could already guess what it contained—likely the usual items like mouthwash, gels, and perhaps some candy.

And just like the card had promised, the woman's figure was undeniably "Snezhnayan."

Certain… assets… could even rival those of Signora.

What's more, despite her curvaceous figure, her waistline was taut and well-defined, with visible abs that perfectly balanced strength and beauty.

Lucas couldn't help but feel satisfied.

It seemed he had hit the jackpot tonight.

"Ahem," Lucas cleared his throat, stepping aside and smiling. "Come in. It must be cold out there."

The woman said nothing, merely nodding as she entered the room. Judging by the tension in her muscles, she seemed… nervous.

Lucas, however, was entirely at ease. He had been through similar situations in past simulations, even role-playing as a wealthy playboy from the Lawrence clan. Experiences like this were hardly new to him.

"Any special services on offer?" he asked casually.

The woman hesitated for a moment before replying in a low voice, "Overnight."

"Overnight?" Lucas's lips curled into a faint smile. "And what exactly does that include?"

"Everything," the woman answered succinctly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ah, how direct. It seemed even in this line of work, cultural differences between nations were evident.

In Liyue's entertainment districts, the women prided themselves on their skills in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. A certain level of artistry was expected.

But in Snezhnaya? Straight to the point.

"So straightforward?" Lucas chuckled. "What about the items in that little case of yours? Won't you need them?"

"They'll… come in handy when we get started," the woman replied, pulling the case closer to her.

"Got it." Lucas tilted his head slightly. "And how much does this service cost?"

"Cost?" The woman muttered, almost as if caught off guard. "Whatever… you think is fair."

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Author's Note: Well, well, I wonder who this woman could be... definitely not someone who wants revenge... right?