King of succubus



"Do you think it's a good idea to leave him alone in this state?" In the living room, Feyre asks this question to Sabrina, who had been silent since she arrived here with the others.

She briefly looks at Feyre before looking away.

"Which of you two is stronger?"

"...?" Feyre frowns. She had understood from whom Sabrina was comparing her, but she still gave her a confused look.

"Which of you two would emerge victorious if you ever fought to the death?" She continued while looking her in the eyes.

"...??"

"Don't pretend you don't know who I'm talking about. Finally, the answer is obvious; you don't have the same arrogance as when you first appeared here. It leads me to say that...-

She interrupted Sabrina while she was halfway through her sentence.

"Even if he has reached the transcendent rank, he remains at the same rank as me. His power may be mysterious and powerful, but he remains transcendent. And just like me, he won't be able to do the impossible.

-I didn't answer your question because he masters attributes that don't belong to other transcendents. As far as I can remember, he's the only one with these attributes and skills beyond understanding." She explains in a monotonous voice, surprising all those who were with her.

"So-

"But even with such powers, I don't know anyone who can bring the dead back to life. This skill is only accessible if he's the owner of souls; in other words, he must be their creator to exercise the ´souls recall' skill on them." Feyre shakes her head with an ironic smile when he sees Sabrina's confidence in her master.

"...You say this based on your knowledge. I myself have knowledge inherited from my creator. At first, my memories were confusing, but after increasing in rank, I managed to decipher all the memories of my creator."

Feyre's eyes shine slightly with curiosity. At that moment, her crazy scientist side tried to gain the upper hand over her reasoning. But it only lasts a moment before she sighs with disappointment, knowing she can't behave like that, especially with Sabrina, whom Alvine considers his eyes' apple.

"If you have inherited the memories you claim to have, then you must know what I am talking about." She adds with skeptical eyes.

"I know. I know that it's impossible. But there are things we don't know about my master." She adds with a platitude.

"Tsk, your confidence in Alvine seems to affect your judgments. Finally, time will tell."

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"I don't care about your prejudices. If the master thinks that there is a chance of changing the situation, then it will be so. On my side, I don't have--!!

-RUMBLE!!!

Suddenly, the whole castle trembles fiercely, alarming all inside and nearby.

Sabrina and Feyre frown by guessing the culprit of this phenomenon, who was not unknown to them.

The eyes of these two shone with red and white gleams as they looked toward the throne room.

But no matter Sabrina's perception, she could not see beyond the castle walls made with materials resistant to the perception of any primordial mages.

She finally gave up looking at Feyre, who had perplexed eyes.

"Do you know what's happening beyond these walls?" She asks for more information.

"...Sigh, look by yourself." She shakes her head and looks straight into Sabrina's eyes.

The latter, who seems to have understood her intentions, disables her spiritual defenses and lets Feyre's energy enter her mind.

Seeing Sabrina's recklessness, Feyre didn't know if she trusted her or was simply an idiot. But she decides to keep this answer in suspense.

[Clairvoyance.]

She whispered these words in her mind, and the next moment, Sabrina's eyes became empty, and her blood-red eyes turned silvery white.

She looks forward to the floors above her with impatience. But to her great disappointment, even if she now manages to see beyond the walls to the throne room, she found another obstacle on her way; the dark barrier that Alvine had erected around him.

"I can't see beyond this barrier. It looks like a world apart, disconnected from ours." Feyre briefly explains when she sees Sabrina questioning her with her eyes.

"But there is more interesting," Feyre murmured and continued. "I think it's better to leave the castle to understand it." After finishing her sentence, she teleports Sabrina and the other two out of the castle.

Arriving there, Sabrina and the others were momentarily disconcerted when they saw so many spectators looking above.

Everyone, without exception, had the same idea as Feyre.

The three generals stood side by side, looking into the sky that seemed to become the battlefield of lightning.

"This skill...-" Shadow whispers, unconsciously frowning.

"Yes, there is no doubt that this is this skill." Heepha also adds with extreme fear eyes as the memories she thought she had forgotten resurfaced and responded like wildfire.

Seeing that these three knew more than the others, Sabrina appeared next to them with Feyre.

But strangely, Yasmine also approached like a spy who wanted to know more at all costs, even if it was unnecessary since the others knew what she was doing.

"What is this skill?" Sabrina asks monotonously, acting as if she were part of their conversations.

Shadow and Heepha momentarily looked at her before looking away as if they had not noticed her presence, not to mention answering her question.

But against all expectations, Zakiel answers Sabrina. [ultimate competence: Arcane of the resurrection.]

But his explanation did not help Sabrina since she understood nothing about what he had just said.

But just before she no longer asks for it, she notices Feyre's strange reaction that froze on the spot.

As a researcher, she had learned most universal languages to avoid a wall of misunderstanding in her quest for knowledge.

"You just said, arcane of souls!?" Her voice was filled with disbelief, and her breath became irregular.

Sabrina frowns at her.

"Only those who have exceeded the transcendent rank can use the Arcana considered ultimate magic. But he is transcendent! How can he..." Sabrina didn't need to ask her; she spoke like a scratched record that kept stuttering these words.

Seeing this, even if Sabrina did not understand anything in what Feyre said, she had a small, satisfying smile on her lips as if she was the one who had taught this skill to Alvine. Her empty and inexpressive eyes now shone with a glimmer of hope.

Suddenly,

-D000M!!!

A storm of magical energy of unknown nature breaks the castle ceiling and rises to KM in the night sky.

Seeing this, the three generals became alarmed.

Heepha and Shadow look at Zakiel, waiting for Zakiel's orders.

At the same time, Zakiel channels a large amount of his misty green energy and looks at his two subordinates.

"Our lord acts in this way to repair our lamentable failure. Are we so weak and powerless? Yes! But we are not useless." He begins with these words as an introduction.

"Heh! He's back, that old idiot." Shadow expires in boredom. But his sadistic smile showed the emotions of excitement that he was trying to hide from the eyes of the world.

Heepha had a similar smile.

"It is out of the question that we lose a single soul! Deploy your defenses to prevent any soul from escaping into its host!"

Barely finished giving this order, Shadow releases his darkness that had nothing to do with the previous ones. It formed a giant dome above the palace and the kingdom a few hundred meters from the castle.

At the same time, Heepha had a gigantic magic circle under her feet that continued to expand and cover the entire kingdom.

Now that Heepha protected the ground and Shadowed the air, Zakiel nodded satisfactorily.

He raises his hand to the sky, and his eyes shine with a frightening glow.

-Whooo...

At the same time, a slight draft emanates from him and spreads throughout the kingdom.

His action was not flashy, but everyone could feel their souls trembling with fright. They had the impression that someone had just intruded into their spiritual bodies.

The people most sensitive to spiritual powers, like Assiaphir, were the most frightened when the draft reached them.

"That's it; I should never have let him do the impossible. Because of him, this bastard has just linked me to him without my consent." Feyre murmured with cautious eyes, unconsciously moving away from Zakiel, even if it was no longer necessary.

She didn't understand what Zakiel had done exactly, but she knew her soul no longer belonged to her. And she knew that the person in charge was none other than Zakiel, who did nothing after completing his demonic spell. The weakest mages knew nothing about this fact; the primordial ones, like Ferda and Linn, felt uncomfortable. But Yasmine and Feyre were the most suspicious.

'So their powers have regenerated, huh!? Sigh, I was just a kid when these people sowed chaos. If I am alive, it is partly thanks to Lady Heepha, who said she loved cute and obedient children. Otherwise, this bastard of Shadow and this infamous being would have killed me without hesitation.' Yasmine murmured as she looked at Zakiel's back.

--

Meanwhile, Alvine's gargantuan silhouette was surrounded by black runes that appeared constantly and irregularly around him.

'In regular times, at the death of a related entity, its soul returns to its creator. Locating a soul will not be an arduous task, but I use magic that exceeds my rank...

... It doesn't matter to me, I didn't want to get there, but I can't execute the Arcana of the resurrection without drawing on the energy of one of the seeds.

I must also take the opportunity to locate Askald and his twin sister. My enemies will no longer remain hidden after noticing my actions.

But it doesn't matter. I would kill my enemies before resurrecting them as shadow soldiers. But for now, let's perform this ritual without aring.