The Succubus’s Unveiling

Sovenia unleashed [Double Strike] and [Swift Attack+] in an instant.

This was an instinctual reaction, one born of a seasoned combatant.

The Moonlit Blade, initially thrusting straight towards the Succubus Heavenly King’s heart, immediately shimmered with a faint azure aura, its speed accelerating abruptly.

Like a chameleon’s flicking tongue, it plunged into the Succubus Heavenly King’s chest.

With that singular thrust, Sovenia’s entire upper body lurched forward, her footwork failing to keep pace, pressing her full weight onto the Moonlit Blade.

Her rear hand’s web-space pressed firmly against the pommel, her arms straightened, as she attempted to channel her body’s momentum and kinetic energy entirely through the blade’s tip, aiming to pierce the opponent’s heart in a single, decisive blow.

All in all, it was a flawless thrust, swift and sudden.

The Moonlit Blade’s body even arched slightly from the immense force, like a slender silver bridge connecting her to the Succubus Heavenly King’s heart.

Judging by the sensation transmitted through her hands, the blade’s tip had indeed penetrated the warm flesh of her opponent’s chest.

In that moment, Sovenia even entertained a fleeting illusion: that with this frail elven body, she could slay her old colleague.

Even if this first strike failed to be fatal, there remained the second blow granted by [Double Strike].

Yet, the distinct sensation in her hands informed Sovenia that the blade had halted.

It felt as though some viscous, resilient substance had ensnared the blade, clamping it fast and preventing it from advancing even an inch.

Linalia, or rather, the Succubus Heavenly King, suddenly unleashed an eerie pink radiance from her golden eyes, and shrieked,

“Weaklings, scatter!”

A colossal force surged forth, sending Sovenia rocketing backward like a kite with a severed string, instantly widening the distance between them.

Despite this, her eyes remained fixed on her opponent’s chest.

At this moment, [Double Strike]’s effect activated, perfectly replicating the previous thrust, and a transparent sword-phantom, identical in form to the first strike, once again pierced the Succubus Heavenly King’s chest.

This time, the Succubus Heavenly King clutched her chest, her face contorting into an expression of profound sorrow that was truly affecting.

She wasn’t dead; she wasn’t dead.

She still possessed the strength to maintain her pretense.

As the ground rushed towards Sovenia’s back, she instinctively rolled several times, a rather undignified scramble, coming to an abrupt halt only when her back slammed heavily against the cold wall.

The ill-fitting helmet was flung from her head, clattering to the ground, rolling for several tinkling turns before finally settling into silence.

Wawalde rose to his feet.

“What happened?”

The Succubus Heavenly King tremblingly clutched her chest, crimson blood dripping between her pale fingers.

Her long eyelashes quivered incessantly, glistening with unshed tears, her voice a mournful, pleading lament:

“She… she tried to kill me, my… my own kin tried to kill me…”

With these words, pearlescent tears streamed from her eyes, shattering upon the dusty floor and kicking up tiny rings of dust.

Sovenia realized she had made a mistake.

Of course, this error wasn’t her failure to communicate with that idiot earlier—what if the plan had been leaked?

The true mistake lay in the fact that her nearly flawless surprise attack had failed to shatter the Succubus Heavenly King’s disguise with a single blow.

She immediately scrambled to her feet, pointed at the “pitiful” elven princess, and shouted to Wawalde:

“She is the Succubus Heavenly King! Use Holy Strike now!”

As she spoke, Sovenia leaped to the doorway, her body taut, ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

She had no expectation that the idiot would believe her words.

Wawalde’s face was a mask of bewilderment.

Sovenia, of course, understood.

Just moments ago, the two elven princesses had been affectionate and harmonious, now it was a matter of life or death.

That clueless virgin probably still harbored dreams of marrying both of them.

What was being contested now?

Naturally, it was who could best ignite the clueless virgin’s desires and stir his compassion.

Sovenia had to concede that, in this regard, the Succubus Heavenly King utterly dominated her; this elven body, with its slightly longer legs, simply couldn’t compare to the Succubus’s voluptuous figure, her ample curves, and her torn black stockings.

Seizing the opportunity, she lunged forward, snatched her black leather backpack, and prepared to bolt.

“Holy Water!” Wawalde shouted.

“A check with Holy Water will reveal the truth.”

Sovenia paused, her body momentarily freezing.

While her surprise attack hadn’t shattered the Succubus Heavenly King’s disguise, what if an enhanced Holy Water was used to verify her demonic nature?

The Succubus Heavenly King also heard Wawalde’s words, and the sorrow on her face deepened considerably.

She offered no rebuttal, no explanation, merely gazing at Wawalde with eyes that suggested betrayal by the entire world, her golden irises brimming with tears, poised to overflow at any second.

Clutching her bleeding chest, she whispered,

“My own kin… why would they try to kill me… why do you doubt me?”

She choked back a sob, her body trembling slightly from the effort.

With that tremble, the tattered hem of her skirt slipped further down her thigh, revealing more of her black-stockinged leg, riddled with holes that exposed glimpses of her snow-white skin.

The delicate, exquisite crown on her head remained perfectly poised, its gems emitting a faint shimmer that illuminated her cheeks, where tears continuously fell, perfecting the image of a noble princess, a pearl sullied by misfortune, fallen into distress.

This appearance was enough to make any weak-willed man abandon all defenses and prostrate himself at her feet.

Sovenia had witnessed such scenes far too many times.

At banquets in the Demon King’s Palace, the Succubus Heavenly King could effortlessly incite those arrogant demons to vie for her attention and engage in fierce brawls.

She understood men intimately, knowing precisely how to use the most opportune displays of skin to pluck the strings of protectiveness and possessiveness within their hearts.

‘That idiot, she thought, would likely kneel and apologize any second now, then swiftly transform into the Succubus Heavenly King’s loyal dog, rushing to attack her instead.’

‘Damn it! Such a fortunate acquisition of an idiot, only to have him stolen away in an instant.’

However, something entirely unexpected occurred.

Wawalde did not hesitate; he swiftly pulled out a bottle of Holy Water, uncapped it, and poured it directly over the “elven princess’s” head.

He even uttered,

“Forgive my disrespect, Princess.”

Concurrently, he began to chant the Four Gods’ Hymn without the slightest hesitation:

“Praise be to the brave Blood God, praise be to the joyous…”

Sovenia lowered her black leather backpack, utterly surprised by the idiot’s decisive action.

‘Could it be that he… preferred long legs more?’

The Succubus Heavenly King’s expression instantly froze.

Her pitiful facade, like a mask drenched in water, began to peel and melt away:

Her melodious lament transformed into a sharp wail, filled with venom and agony.

Her waterfall of silver hair visibly faded, shifting into an eerie, pure black.

Her snow-white skin rapidly darkened, transforming into a healthy, wild, sun-kissed hue.

Her golden eyes erupted with a burst of pink light.

Horns burst forth from her head, and large, grotesque burn scars surfaced on her neck.

In the blink of an eye, the sacred and noble elven princess vanished without a trace, replaced by a fiery, black-haired succubus.

Wawalde gasped in alarm, the Holy Water bottle slipping from his hand and clattering to the floor; he immediately reached for the hilt of the greatsword on his shoulder, poised to strike.

The Succubus Heavenly King gave him no such opportunity; her body blurring into a mere afterimage, she shot towards the doorway.

Her speed was incredible, and Wawalde’s strike was clearly about to miss its mark.