How Can a Nightingale Turned into the Queen’s Tool Protect Herself?

Moli transmigrated into a dating sim drawn by her favorite artist.

The heroine of the game was a beautiful, haughty, cold queen. In the promotional art, she merely furrowed her brow, and countless knights drew their swords for her while nobles offered her jewels with both hands.

...Of course, that was after the queen had secured her throne, much later in the game.

But Moli had transmigrated into the early stages, when the young queen had only just ascended the throne, the nobles were eyeing it hungrily, and the knights had yet to swear their loyalty.

Fortunately, she hadn't become the queen. She was the queen's pet nightingale, so all those messy affairs shouldn't have anything to do with her, right?

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Everyone knew that, even when she was still a princess, the queen had defied the opposition of those around her and the warnings of the temple to cherish a little nightingale. She loved and protected it with all her heart.

The nightingale lived in the palace and shared a name with Lilith, the night demon, a symbol of depravity and desire.

With a single glance, she could tempt a priest of the purest faith into willingly blessing the godless queen.

With a crook of her finger, she could conquer the proud, icy prince and make him willingly prostrate himself and surrender the most vital military authority.

Proud, reserved gentlemen willingly plunged into the night, just to win her favor.

Look closely: she often wore the most seductive, daring outfits, and commanded the noble queen with a gaze full of provocation.

Bards composed songs for her, singing the most outrageous, scandalous ballads about the court.

Her name rang throughout the kingdom. She was the greatest stain on the royal family since the nation's founding.

...Of course, Lilith herself didn't see it that way.

She was just a tool who followed the game's storyline, helping the queen win over the men.

[One morning]

“Lilith, I need funds to build a dam.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

She went straight to the elegant, scholarly finance minister and ran her fingers through the hair he wore tied over one shoulder.

The following day, a fortune more impressive than the queen's private wealth was transformed into several beautiful gems and placed in her palm.

[One afternoon]

“Lilith, my army has run into a few minor problems.”

“Don't worry, Your Majesty.”

She leaned against the windowsill, humming to the garden, and beckoned to a young knight in the distance. Blushing, he answered her call.

The next day, the military minister's youngest son volunteered to join the queen's army, and those trivial problems were easily resolved.

...Lilith had thought that, with a performance as outstanding as hers, she would soon earn the freedom she'd agreed on with the queen.

But at night, the queen took off her dress and discarded her disguise, then tore up their contract with her own hands and warned Lilith not to dream of ever seeing the light.

Lilith didn't take her seriously. But only when the game reached its later stages, and the companions who had always worked so well with her were executed one by one, did she look at the king on the throne and remember what he was really like.

His hair was as dark as ink, his eyes as cold as a frozen river. He was a demon scheming in the night. Diligent, humble, generous, merciful, and gentle, yet a madman all the same.

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#She's just a brick, put her wherever she's needed, and by