Chapter 98

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"What's going on? Could it be that this guy suddenly got struck by lightning and his IQ skyrocketed? Or is she daring to break one of the most sacred and important rules of this world, 'When girls change clothes, boys must peek'? Who gave her the courage and audacity?"

The protagonist, the succubus, found Angelina's unusual behavior quite disgraceful. As she walked over, blushing and looking at him, he wondered what she was going to say. He had to give her a white lie in return.

But what Angelina said was completely different from what the succubus had in mind: "Um, Dandy?"

"What is it?" the succubus asked irritably.

"Over there, there's already someone."

"…Huh?" The succubus found this strange. This suburban area, where he often came when he lived in Nathair, was chosen for its seclusion and lack of disturbance. It was perfect for training and improving his weaknesses… This desolate place, where no one usually came, how could someone be there just because Angelina changed clothes?

"Who is it?" the succubus asked naturally. Then he saw Angelina's blushing face, unwilling to speak. She just pointed, as if she wanted the succubus to go and see for himself.

Seeing her like this, the succubus found it even stranger—this girl was blushing and not speaking. Could it be that someone was having a wild affair behind the rocks?

Thus, driven by curiosity and a bit of a thrill-seeking mentality, the succubus forcibly dragged Angelina towards the big rock—this feeling was like luring an innocent child to watch a pornographic video. It would bring an unexpected pleasure—provided that there really was someone having a wild affair behind the rock.

There wasn't.

Naturally, there wasn't. There, apart from a jackal-headed Yugolosch demon laughing like crazy, there was nothing—this was when the succubus understood why Angelina was blushing and seemed shy. It was mainly because someone had seen her with him, making her feel shy.

Although she seemed rough and clumsy, Angelina had received proper education from Heaven Mountain. They emphasized propriety and respect, which led to the low birth rate and severe lack of sex education among the angels of Heaven Mountain.

A four-winged angel with real power had been married for two years without a child, and both were puzzled. It turned out that they had only lain in the same bed without doing anything—this kind of thing often happened in Heaven Mountain.

The Supreme Council was very troubled by this.

A low birth rate meant a lack of human resources. The vast organization of Heaven Mountain had plenty of work to do. There were daily tasks and various communal works.

Moreover, the vast multiverse was filled with countless evil gods and demons from the lower realms that needed to be suppressed. Although things had been relatively calm in recent years, one could never be too careful. The multiverse was unpredictable, and a war between good and evil could break out at any time—this required even more human resources.

So, while the evil gods and demons were shamelessly having fun, their side was a bunch of clueless children who didn't even know what sex was… This situation was becoming like the pre-war scenario between France and Germany. The benevolent gods of Heaven Mountain were also very anxious.

They had held several meetings to discuss this. Several proposals to "enhance sex education" were discussed but ultimately not passed, citing reasons like not wanting to corrupt the morals of Heaven Mountain…

Of course, while these people were unreliable, their seriousness was commendable. They would do what they said, unlike some lawful neutral or lawful evil races who preached righteousness but were full of hypocrisy, talking about preserving natural principles while actually molesting nuns and committing incest…

Alright, I digressed. In short, although Angelina was a fool, she was a fool who adhered to the five principles, four virtues, and three loves. When it came to dating, holding hands was the most she could do, and kissing was the limit. The idea of sex was out of the question. Being seen with the succubus in the wild, changing clothes, and so on, it was already impressive that she didn't blush and freeze up.

Alright, this wasn't too important. The succubus, as usual, only superficially understood Angelina's thoughts. After a brief consideration, he stopped thinking about it. He waved his hand, telling the already blushing Angelina to move aside. Then he looked at Delmont.

It had been a while since they last met. The swindler looked well, with a ruddy complexion. He smiled happily when he saw the succubus.

Technically, these two could be considered friends, or at least acquaintances. After not seeing each other for a while, they should have exchanged pleasantries. But the succubus was never a polite demon, let alone when he thought about how this guy had taken away his beloved Lilith, making him furious.

"Hehe, it's been a while, Delmont. Have you thought about how you're going to die?" The succubus's words were incoherent. After saying this, he drew his sword and ten gold coins, grinning wickedly as he approached Delmont. The scene was filled with a sense of déjà vu.

"That child, her name is Lilith, right? Don't you want to know how she is?" Delmont smiled, as confident as ever. Despite being a complete weakling in combat, he was a master of intrigue, manipulation, and coercion.

In his areas of expertise, Delmont was almost invincible.

This was why many experts were helpless against him. Some, with poor mental fortitude, hated him deeply but still had to act obediently like dogs…

But, Delmont forgot one thing.

The succubus, despite being a chaotic good oddity, was still a demon. And demons were never good at negotiations.

"I do." The succubus said this and, without hesitation, stabbed Delmont hard.

"…!"

"……"

"Damn, you really stabbed…" Delmont looked shocked.

"Your little lord never plays games. If I say I'll stab, I will. How could it be fake?!"

The succubus looked completely justified.

"…Alright," Delmont nodded: "So, are you feeling better now? It's impressive that you aimed so accurately, avoiding all the vital spots—"

After saying this, the succubus drew his ten gold coins and stabbed again, hitting Delmont's kidney.

"Damn—!"

This time, it was much worse. Delmont almost couldn't resist kneeling.

"Then I'll fulfill your request." The succubus said this and stabbed him again.

"You, you—"

"What do you mean?" The succubus shrugged: "Even though I hit your vital spots, you won't die from it, right? Otherwise, what's the point of having healing potions?"

"Oh, right, healing potions, healing potions—" Hearing the succubus's words and seeing that he had no intention of stabbing him a third time, Delmont immediately nodded and fumbled in his dimensional bag, pulling out a large bottle of healing potion and gulping it down without hesitation—the succubus's eyebrows twitched. This scoundrel used to call himself a spendthrift?! This potion was clearly top-notch, far superior to anything he had sold him before.

Just one bottle of healing potion could save a dying person with a few sips. If sold in a general store, it would be worth a hundred of the succubus's swords.

Thus, under the succubus's displeased gaze, Delmont's injuries rapidly healed. A few seconds later, a lively swindler climbed up from the ground.

After getting up, Delmont looked at the succubus a few times. Seeing that the thug was just smiling maliciously and had no intention of stabbing him again, he finally relaxed.

However, after this setback, Delmont didn't dare to play word games like before—negotiating with such a demon was dangerous, especially when the succubus was angry and aggressive. Even if his life was spared, the pain from the sword was real. Even if the pain didn't matter, the cost of a large bottle of healing potion was significant.

"Alright, let's get straight to the point." Delmont put on a serious expression: "Now, your Lilith is no longer in my hands."