Chapter 105: The Dangerous Succubus (23)

"Hmph mmm mmm mmm!"

At this moment, the Young Lady demon, curled up inside the bronze fortress, was glaring indignantly at the two chatting happily over there, and snapped:

"You wretched demon! You wretched human! Just you wait! I will have my revenge!"

However, neither of the two present paid any heed to her harsh words, treating them entirely as idle wind, and continued their casual chat.

"Wow, is that so."

"That's nothing. She once even beguiled me into breaking out of prison myself, killed the warden two predecessors back, seized control, and then escaped."

Herbert:?

Wow, what a bold idea!

Really thought the Archbishop ate for free, did she?

"Heh, so Kleitii actually did something like that too…"

"Ha! Though the idea was truly foolish, it's nothing unusual — for her, that's perfectly normal behavior."

N-normal?

Herbert moved his lips, and finally decided not to speak out of turn and ask more.

From Flora's mouth, he had just heard quite a few very interesting pieces of news.

Demons and devils truly are born at odds in blood and soul, and being in the same place really is torment for them.

But Flora was a special case among demons, and held no prejudice against Kleitii, who had no grudge against her, and had no intention of provoking her at all.

The one who couldn't let go of racial prejudice and kept provoking endlessly… was entirely Kleitii.

Kleitii had been locked into the Lava Hell earlier than Flora, and at first had wanted to use her status as a senior to properly teach this latecomer a lesson…

But regrettably, all of Kleitii's tricks proved completely useless against Flora.

Beguilement.

Useless — Flora simply paid no attention.

Incitement.

Also useless — Flora had been struggling against her own nature all along, so Kleitii's little incitements had no effect whatsoever. Hahaha.

After probing a few times, Kleitii realized that relying on mere words wouldn't work.

If soft tactics won't do, then bring on the hard ones!

And then, Kleitii sorrowfully discovered a bleak truth.

Fighting… she was even worse at it.

She couldn't win.

Not lying — she really couldn't win.

Although in many places, devils use smaller numbers to defeat larger ones, using strictly disciplined devil armies to crush demon forces several, even dozens of times their size.

But that relied on the devil army's strict discipline unleashing several times their actual strength, and the demons' own chaotic, shoddy disadvantage once their numbers swelled.

One side: gathered, they are a blazing fire; scattered, they are a sky full of stars.

The other side: too many chickens don't lay eggs, too many people just mess about blindly.

How do you fight that?

With one gaining and the other losing, the devils could form an overwhelming advantage.

When it truly came down to one-on-one duels, the gap in strength between the two was not so obvious.

In fact, in many cases, demons were stronger than devils in actual combat.

Though these two prisoners were both at the same Legendary realm, their combat prowess simply couldn't be mentioned in the same breath.

To be fair, Kleitii truly wasn't weak, but her strength lay more in attacking the mind — using schemes and tricks to cause massive damage.

But when she truly met an opponent who didn't care about beguiling whispers, she could only be left dumbfounded.

Purely a scholar meeting a soldier — no way to reason it out.

Herbert didn't care about her beguilement, and had now openly declared he would ride all over her and act tyrannically.

Flora was even more direct — she simply couldn't be bothered with words, and used the most violent means to trample the Young Lady devil's proud spirit.

Hung up and beaten, then branded with obscene sigils as punishment.

In the end, after countless provocations and failures followed by trampling, Kleitii finally faced reality — she truly couldn't win.

The only stretch of time she could be carefree and at ease was when Flora periodically fell into berserk chaos.

At those times, the repeatedly trampled Kleitii could leisurely sit in her fortress and watch the other's "impotent rage," achieving a great spiritual victory!

"……"

After hearing Flora's account, Herbert had only one thought in his mind.

"This Kleitii… she's not a bratty little devil, is she?"

Truly all bark and no bite, yet loves to play!

Honestly, the pairing of these two in the Lava Hell is really quite interesting.

The one who looks like a loli succubus is mature and steady, while the one who looks like a regal big-sister type devil is actually a masochistic bratty little devil at her core.

A huge contrast — a very entertaining pair.

"You don't seem to doubt my words."

Flora looked at Herbert, whose expression was amused, and said out of nowhere: "But you don't look like you've been beguiled by the demonic charm on me either — your will is firmer than I thought."

Her pink eyes fixed on Herbert as she slowly asked: "Aren't you worried I'm deceiving you?"

"Oh?"

Herbert raised an eyebrow at her words, smiled meaningfully, and countered: "Are you saying you actually tried to beguile me just now?"

Don't think being deceived and beguiled by a succubus has no ill effects, as if you'd only lose some precious life essence — even to the point of wanting to deliver yourself to her willingly.

Wrong!

That is a completely mistaken notion!

The cruel truth is nothing like what you have imagined in your heads.

Although in various works the "Succubus" seems to have no abilities other than offering fanservice, the moment one hears the word one's mind fills with nothing but adult content.

But in this world, the situation is not like that at all.

Never forget that a succubus is also a kind of demon; their true nature is in fact extremely cruel and mad.

For the succubi of this world, compared to licentiousness, it is brutality and cold-bloodedness that is their true nature.

Succubi will first savagely torture their prey, leaving them covered in wounds, and only when they are down to their last breath will they slowly savor them.

During this process, the succubi may use charm spells to immerse their prey in a wild and lascivious dream.

But they may also do nothing at all, letting them truly feel the agony of being tormented, savoring their wails.

Some even more extreme and mad succubi will amplify their prey's senses several times over!

Succubi are like blood-red flowers entwined with thorns — beautiful and deadly.

"I did not actively try to seduce you."

Flora shook her head, then knitted her brows in puzzlement: "But as a legendary succubus, my Fallen Glamour will unconsciously affect the will of others… yet you don't seem to be affected."

She had once wandered the mortal world for many years, coming into contact with no few humans, and knew how to suppress her own charm.

But later, as her strength gradually increased, her influence on others grew greater and greater, and harder and harder to control. In the end, Flora had no choice but to choose to leave the crowds behind, hiding herself away in places rarely visited by people.

"Then perhaps it is because my will is rather firm."

Herbert shook his head with a smile, speaking in a very certain tone: "After all, I have always been a most devout holy knight who keeps his oaths."

(End of this chapter)