At this moment, the succubus girl finished organizing her infiltration tools.
She quietly put on the hat beside her, patiently tucked her tail behind her clothes, and then picked up a pair of glasses capable of concealing her seductive aura.
The streets were bustling with people coming and going, full of vitality.
However, the roads surrounding the city center all radiated outward from the most important church at its core.
The area around the church formed the most prosperous district in the entire city.
The cries of small vendors and the shops selling equipment and potions created a scene of thriving prosperity.
Amid this lively street, squads of Holy See soldiers clad in silver armor could be seen.
Four-person patrols marched in neat formation along the streets.
The girl, her face partially hidden beneath a wide-brimmed hat, pushed up her glasses, suppressed her presence to the absolute minimum, and carefully walked past them, terrified that a Holy See knight might sense something unusual.
Her disguise was far from perfect, but as long as she concealed her most obvious features, a succubus was not so different from an ordinary person.
Still, her naturally beautiful face continued to draw glances from those around her.
Keeping her head lowered, the girl hurried through the crowd, afraid someone might notice her distinctive traits.
Yet when facing the patrolling Holy See knights, she did not appear overly panicked. Instead, she moved with surprising composure, using the crowd as cover to easily slip out of their patrol route.
During this time, she exchanged subtle glances with several other girls wearing hats and wide-brimmed headwear—clearly fellow succubi who had also infiltrated the city.
This was hardly surprising; the Holy See could not guard against everything.
After all, among the various races, succubi were generally regarded as a rather disreputable species—creatures driven solely by lust and carnal desire, who thought with their bodies rather than their minds.
No one would expect them to engage in sophisticated strategies like infiltration and espionage.
Even as cities fell one after another, the Holy See simply attributed it to the natural expansion of the [Land of Desire].
The girl skillfully reached the edge of the city.
She gazed at the dazzling barrier that sparkled like countless stars.
With a light touch, an intense burning sensation instantly surged through her entire body via her fingertip.
This was the divine blessing barrier personally cast by the Saintess, designed to repel any mythical species harboring malice who attempted to enter the city—one of the fundamental defensive measures in place.
Yet upon seeing it, the succubus girl merely curled her lips into a faint smile.
She slowly took out a cross and hung it around her neck.
Instantly, the barrier that had been scorching her body became completely harmless, as though it were an illusion.
“As expected, captured spoils of war still have their uses~”
With that, the succubus girl passed through the barrier without the slightest difficulty.
She then looked toward the forest-like boundary beyond.
Crossing through woods and rivers, she made sure no one was around before finally dropping her disguise.
Demonic wings unfurled from her back.
When she reached the outskirts of the [Land of Desire], the intelligence acquired by the Holy See proved accurate: countless succubus nests had been built across the land.
Each nest harbored dozens of adult succubi, every one possessing at least low-order strength—just as the records described, a hopeless place from which no one returned.
If an ordinary person stepped into this domain, they would be like a lamb entering a den of wolves, instantly bound inside a nest and used as an outlet for endless desire.
Yet as the succubus girl ventured deeper into the central area where the nests converged,
everywhere she looked there were only innumerable nests.
But if a Holy See nun were present, she would be shocked to discover that roughly eighty percent of the terrifying [Land of Desire]’s nests were in a dormant, inactive state.
The deeper she went, the fewer succubi she saw—only scattered individuals standing drowsily at the edges, performing perfunctory sentry duty.
When they glanced at the approaching succubus girl and confirmed she was one of their own kind, they simply returned to their sleepy demeanor.
She continued passing through one connected nest after another.
After walking for who knew how long, the moment she emerged from the tunnel linking the nests—
a towering wall carved with the image of the Goddess stood directly before her.
The open ground, the massive city gates left wide ajar, and the once-holy blessing of the Saintess that had now been utterly defiled.
The barrier, originally radiating pure holiness, had turned black and red, with blood-colored veins spreading across its surface.
What was once meant to repel mythical species had become a protective shield for them instead.
The wall rising in front of her was unmistakably the previous city that had fallen—the very city now occupied by the [Land of Desire].
It had once been a place where nuns assisted the faithful and believers came to worship.
Now it had completely become succubus territory.
The succubus girl stepped through the city gate and casually scanned the lazy sentries nearby.
In the past hundred years, aside from that one Saintess who had single-handedly entered the heart of the Land of Desire, no one else had bothered coming here for a stroll.
The weak could not reach this place, and the strong had no reason to linger—so security here remained exceptionally lax.
Upon entering the city, she found the streets laid out in an orderly fashion.
The facilities inside remained largely as they had been before.
The [Land of Desire]—the forbidden land of no return, supposedly filled with severed limbs, depraved indulgence, and swarms of succubi acting like man-eating beasts—
should have meant that any girl who wandered in by mistake would become a succubus slave, her body freely used on the streets by shameless succubi, while the broken ones moved like puppets, repeating the same acts mechanically.
Yet the scene before her eyes was completely different from those imaginings.
The streets were not filled with horror; instead, they remained as clean and tidy as before the city fell.
Stalls along the sides were even manned by succubi.
Some sold the succubus race’s staple goods: lubricating slimes or cute soft-bodied tentacle pets.
For succubi, ordinary food was also an option for restoring energy.
However, most preferred indulging in desire over tasting food.
The surrounding streets were just as bustling as they had been before the city’s fall—even sporting a sign nearby that read “No public meowing allowed.”
Anyone familiar with the succubus race who witnessed this scene would surely be dumbfounded.
No one could have imagined that a species supposedly devoted only to releasing desire would establish such an orderly city here.
However, the former church site—once the center of faith—had now been converted into a district of pleasure venues, with the surrounding blocks transformed into specialty brothels bearing distinctly succubus characteristics.
“Lost elf girl who wandered into the [Land of Desire], don’t miss out~”
“Apprentice nun from the Holy See—top-tier recovery-type divine spell girl, only one hundred Holy See gold coins~”
“One hundred?! Are you trying to rob people?!”
“Mine is only fifty. Come take a look over here~”
“No thanks. Yours already looks like a cream puff…”
***
The surrounding voices rose and fell.
Ignoring the tempting advertisements nearby, she mentally noted the one about the apprentice nun for one hundred gold coins—after reporting in, she planned to come back and take a look.
When she arrived in front of a certain castle, the succubus girl swallowed hard, seemingly trying to ease her inner tension.
At the same time, she suppressed her rising excitement.
The one she was about to meet was the existence who had allowed the succubus race to reach such heights of prosperity.
Several succubus girls stood guard at the entrance, clearly serving as sentries.
Faint but unmistakable auras emanated from them—obviously mid-order powerhouses.
“I need to see the Master. I have a report to make!”