King of succubus



Crossing the door, Alvine found himself in another dimension independent of where he was.

'I have not stopped crossing portals of all kinds from the black hole; their caution is somewhat exaggerated, I think.' He said to himself in passing before being welcomed by a virgin room that had only three guests and their two escorts standing behind them.

The room measured no more than ten square meters, and the length between the floor and the ceiling was only about fifteen meters; seen from this angle, it's an imposing room.

But not for those who were inside.

Like any ordinary meeting room, there was a round table and six seats around it.

Alvine looked over at the others with amazement; among the group, he knew only one person; a man with golden eyes and a scar on his left cheek.

A fierce but imperceptible aura surrounded his muscular body whose biceps could ignite the desire of every bodybuilder.

'So this old man also come, huh?' He mutters with a sneaky smile as she looks at the middle-aged man with his nerdy mustache.

But the most striking was his three long red horns resembling those of Elena.

The two escorts he had behind him were both men who had nothing to do with Elena or Askald, except their horns.

Their muscular bodies are as imposing as their masters.

As for the other three, Alvine could not think of anything more except white.

From head to toe, they were dressed in immaculate white dresses.

'It's not just their clothing styles or their hair, even their auras give off this purity that makes me think of Isolet.' Alvine frowns while looking at one of the two slightly thin men, who smiled slightly at him.

His eyes had no pupils, but only white Sclerotics; just like Isolet!

The six escorts behind them also had white hair and monk's white long dresses.

And apart from the man who had his face exposed, the other two who were sitting on each side of him wore white masks, without a mark, or other characteristic to differentiate their ranks from their escorts, who were dressed similarly.

Putting aside his cynical thoughts, Alvine sits on one of the two vacant chairs.

Passing through, Cindy was already in the room and was standing behind the last vacant chair.

While Sylvie and Linn stood behind Alvine, Rendy also joined her sister after Azalea took her place.

After looking at everyone, Alvine's expression was not beautiful to see. 'Something's wrong here. Why do I find myself with people just strong enough to compete with my monarchs? Did this woman's master finally decide not to participate in this meeting?' He mumbles with eyebrows pointed with doubt.

This doubt persisted in his heart when he saw Azalea bow slightly to the only unmasked man among the men in white.

"I apologize for the delay, holy Uranus."

Seeing Azalea close her eyes, place her right hand on her crystal and pronounce these lines in a fanatical voice, Alvine's eyes had traces of cruelty.

"Don't worry about that, the important thing is that he's there." The man, named Uranus, nonchalantly shakes his hand in front of his face without his smile diminishing.

Since Alvine had entered the room, Uranus has not quit his eyes on him.

Alvine shakes his head with irony when he sees Azalea sigh; like a defenseless girl who's relieved to escape punishment.

'Incredible! So this person is her master? Hah, why do I feel insulted?' He couldn't help feeling bitter in his heart.

"Hey, kid!" At that moment, the virile voice of the old man echoed in the room.

His dark voice drew everyone's attention to him, including Alvine.

But Alvine’s expression became sneaky as soon as he saw the hateful eyes of 'Hercules'.

"Why do you always bark like that? Sigh, and I, who thought you had changed over the years." Alvine expresses himself in a dramatic tone.

ʼHercules' face wrinkled into pure and wild hatred as Alvine's words were played back in a loop in his brain.

'Sigh, this senile old man is still as predictable. He exhausted his brain neurons because of his muscles; well, I'm not against the idea of having two other subordinates.' Alvine mutters in his mind while contemplating the face of 'Hercules' who was constantly changing color.

The old man's aura explodes toward Alvine in the form of ferocious waves.

But being already ready in advance, a black hole appears in front of Alvine and absorbs the damage he was to receive.

Alvine gives him a dark look that plunges the whole room into total darkness.

In the same second, Azalea intervened!

The emerald crystal in her chest began to shine with a blinding green glow.

'Sigh, I have so much possessive desire for this breed that it becomes an obsession.' Mumbling in his mind, Alvine could instantly feel Azalea's skill effects on him.

The simple glow emanating from the crystal of Azalea broke any link Alvine had with the darkness.

It was not just an impression. Looking at his hand, he could no longer feel his energy flow through or use his perception.

Slowly, but gradually, the room became slightly lit again; as in its old state.

-Clap, clap, clap...

Alvine frowns when he sees Uranus applaud to congratulate him.

"Beautiful show of strength, Darkness." He said by calling Alvine by another nickname.

"Are you talking about me? Because I can't remember this nickname." Alvine swallows his bitterness and speaks in a calm voice.

"Haha, who else do you think I'm talking to?" This time, Uranus's sarcasm was indeed visible in his voice.

"..." Frowning, Alvine decides to ignore him.

"Don't you find this fantastic? Your attack was great, but in front of my devotee, you are no different from a mortal." Uranus continues to sell the merits of Azalea as if he were the author.

Azalea also frowns but decides to remain silent.

However, even if it was brief, Alvine was able to learn a lesson from Azalea's expression.

"Sigh, do I only have to deal with idiots?" Determined to check his hypothesis, Alvine decides to play the game with Uranus.

'It's suspicious. The obedience of this arrogant old man to this firefly (Uranus) is suspicious. The fact he has three Crustalus under his boot is also suspicious. The most suspicious is that he gives me the impression of having a connection with Isolet. This person, no, this firefly pack, out of I don't know where they come from, are suspicious!

-BTW, he's not stronger than this Cristalus queen, nor endowed with more amount of astronomical energy as my two monarchs’ father. Not to mention his rank, which is no more impressive than that of this old hercule. This whole story stinks the shit.'

Barely finished labeling Uranus and his men with the label of doubt, Alvine saw Uranus frown.

Seeing this, he looks at Hercules with a sneaky smile. "Tell me old Alfred, why do you always attack me on sight? Could it be that you liked this artwork on your cheek so much and that you would like to have another one on the other?" Imperturbable, Alvine continued to hit where it hurt when talking about the old man's scar.

The old man's rage is getting worse once again. but just like Alvine and the others, he looked like a grandfather with a warm temperament since his power is sealed.

But instead of Alfred, it is the man in white with an angel face who answers Alvine's old question asking if he only had to deal with idiots.

"If I were in your place, I wouldn't feel as comfortable as you are." He says with a more monotonous tone than usual.

Now that Alvine had no control over his power, his pupils were invisible because of the darkness in his eyes; He had entirely black eyes that shone with malice because of the slightly lit room.

Uranus continued after seeing him frown with a threatening air.

"Be reasonable, and surrender before it's too late."

"..."

"Your power isn't able to compete with mine. - Even if your three monarchs are powerful, they won't make a long fire in front of us. - The help you have recently obtained and which gives you the confidence to report this war is only a fragment of our military power."

Alvine could guess, from Uranus’s words, that they have spies in his base. 'He forces me to believe that he has absolute control of the situation. On the other hand, I already knew that this hypothesis remained. But Index, which is sealed in the basement is not the intermediary; which means that his intermediary is hiding among my potential allies.

-But hey, an enemy disguised as an ally is more to fear than a visible enemy. Anyway, I only see two people qualified enough to put obstacles in my way; let's hope that Askald manages to control the situation until I return.' Despite his wandering thoughts, his anxiety could not be seen on his face.

"Do you want to impress me?" He asks without the smile fading on his lips.

"Well, what more can you ask if it's not that? But since you are so keen to embark on this path, then I would make sure to break your trust and that arrogant smile on your lips before killing you after making you sink in despair." Uranus mutters cruelly while camouflaging his vicious smile with the fingers that he crossed in front of his lips.

"...I see." Alvine lets out a heavy sigh from his lips. "Your eyes make me think of someone who is under my command; a brilliant strategist who does not shrink from a war."

Frowning, Uranus erases the trace of cruelty he had unconsciously manifested in his pupils. "I am sincere when I said you had to pass the weapon to the left. I cannot forgive the sins you have committed. But time will make you understand your sins; at that time, you will understand that it's too late for your repentance."

"...Tss~, it seems that the dice have already been thrown; let's wait to see the lucky one." Alvine gets up from his chair, feeling that the meeting was coming to an end.

"But I still have one last question." he suddenly stops before the door.

"I am not against granting you this favor," Uranus mutters without changing his expression.