“You?!”
“How could you…”
“Claudia” opened her mouth, but what came out was a mouthful of dark purple blood, her face filled with unbelievable shock.
“Shhh~~~”
Yekaterina placed a finger against her lips, a pure yet cruel smile hanging on her face.
Within those sharp eyes, a darkness deeper than the Demonic Sword itself surged.
“What? Is it a surprise?”
She tilted her head, her movements innocent and romantic, but the words she spoke caused the very air to freeze.
“You didn’t really think I was some ignorant girl who understands nothing, did you?”
“Claudia” did not answer.
She only stared fixedly at her, the shock in her eyes fading rapidly, replaced by… a sort of extreme playfulness.
“You’re right, I am indeed weak, and I am indeed full of Envy.”
Far from pulling the sword out, Yekaterina gripped the hilt and slammed it an inch deeper.
The sound of the Blade grinding against bone was clearly audible.
“But…”
The Little Queen’s tone stretched out, carrying a trace of sickly sweetness.
“Weakness does not mean stupidity. Envy is the best motivation. From the moment you appeared at the entrance of the Council Hall, I knew you were off.”
“Whether it was your tone of voice or your clumsy provocations, it was all too deliberate.”
She let out a light laugh, as if sharing an interesting secret with a friend.
“Like a hack actor desperately trying to perform their own understanding of ‘bewitching hearts.’ You really wanted to see me in a state of Descent, struggling, and being consumed by the Corruption of Power, didn’t you?”
Yekaterina leaned in closer, nearly pressing against “Claudia’s” ear, exhaling a devilish whisper in a voice only the two of them could hear: “What a shame, I’ve let you down. I never considered this a Descent. I am merely taking back what belongs to me.”
“You… knew from the very beginning…”
A trickle of purple-red blood seeped from the corner of “Claudia’s” mouth, yet her gaze grew brighter and more excited.
“Of course,”
Yekaterina answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“A Demonic Sword of unknown origin that can precisely amplify the Desire in my heart? A ‘loyal official’ who just happens to appear when I am at my most vulnerable, whose every word stabs the heart, desperately trying to push me into the abyss? How could such a good thing possibly be real?”
She took a step back, admiring her masterpiece, watching that Demonic Sword named “Greed” frantically siphoning something from the other’s body.
“However, I still have to thank you.”
The Little Queen caressed the cold blade, her eyes fanatical and obsessed.
“This really is a good sword. It likes me very much, and I like it very much. We were born to be a pair.”
The Red Magic Runes on the blade glowed brilliantly, emitting a pleasant hum as if responding to her words.
Yekaterina felt it.
This sword had not corrupted her; it had released her.
It released the nature she had been suppressing with her status as Queen—that twisted love for her Elder Sister, that blatant Possessiveness for Wendy, and the madness of wanting to tear all beautiful things apart and piece them back together into the shape she desired!
She was not a Puppet chosen by the Demonic Sword.
She, was the Demonic Sword’s most perfect Master!
“Interesting… truly interesting!”
Just then, “Claudia,” whose heart had been pierced by the Demonic Sword, suddenly let out a low, flirtatious laugh.
That laughter was entirely different from before, filled with extreme charm and enchantment, as if every syllable carried a hook.
She did not fall.
Instead, she reached out and grabbed the Blade that had pierced through her chest.
The sharp Blade cut her palm, but what flowed out was not blood, but a thick, purple-glowing Magic.
“You truly are a host worthy of my notice. You’ve given me the greatest surprise, after all.”
Her body began to distort.
The face that originally belonged to Claudia George peeled away like a melting wax statue, transforming into an exquisitely flirtatious face with eyes like silk.
Deep purple long hair spread out like seaweed, and on either side of her forehead, two hideous yet sexy Demon horns slowly emerged.
Just by standing there, a terrifying pressure that made the Soul tremble crashed down!
The Succubus Queen, Evelyn!
Her soul-capturing eyes were now shining with an unprecedented light, locked firmly onto Yekaterina.
That look was like a Hunter discovering the world’s most rare and untamable prey.
“Little girl, your name is Yekaterina, right?”
Evelyn wiped the blood from her lips, completely ignoring the sword wound in her chest.
“My interest in you now is much greater than my interest in that Little Prince named Wendy.”
Facing this sudden, earth-shattering change, there wasn’t a hint of fear on Yekaterina’s face.
She simply tightened her grip on the Demonic Sword “Greed,” feeling the massive Power continuously surging from the other party—Power that even made the blade tremble—and the smile at the corner of her mouth became increasingly wicked and arrogant.
“Oh? Is that so?”
Using her empty left hand, the Little Queen gently brushed over those bright Red Magic Runes that were jumping wildly with excitement.
The Possessiveness in her eyes was almost tangible.
“Pity, it seems you’ve mistaken one thing.”
“It’s not that I became greedy because I needed Power. It’s that my Greed… needs a weapon worthy of it.”
She couldn’t help but lick her somewhat dry lips, the madness in her eyes no longer hidden.
“Whether it is the throne, my Elder Sister, or… Wendy.”
“Everything I have set my sights on must be mine!”
“Before, I just lacked a useful Blade, and now, you’ve delivered it.”
The Queen suddenly pulled out the long sword, bringing with it a spray of purple blood.
“Then, as the Sacrifice for my rebirth, please…”
Yekaterina’s eyes flickered with excitement as she slowly raised the still-dripping Demonic Sword, pointing it at the Succubus who was staggering back while clutching her chest, yet whose face was full of interest.
“…be eaten by me, inch by inch, until nothing is left.”
As those words fell, the air in the entire Guest Hall instantly froze.
The interest on Evelyn’s face did not diminish; instead, it grew even more intense.
She looked down at the bloody hole in her chest.
No blood flowed from it; only dark purple Magic rose like mist, and the flesh at the edge of the wound wriggled in a bizarre manner.
“Eat me?”
She let out a low, flirtatious laugh.
That voice carried a peculiar trill that made the air vibrate along with it.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… You really are too cute.”
Evelyn extended the tip of her tongue and licked clean the purple energy staining her fingertips.
In those exquisitely flirtatious eyes, a light bordering on frenzy flickered.
“Little Queen, do you know who you are talking to? Do you know what kind of thing you are trying to swallow?”
In the next second, the space behind her began to distort.
The gorgeous wallpaper and expensive oil paintings smeared and dissolved like paint dropped into water, turning into a deep, dark vortex that seemed capable of swallowing all light.
A sweet, cloying fragrance permeated the air, and the temperature in the Guest Hall rose abruptly.
Countless shapeless Shadows reached out from that vortex, roaring and moaning.
Those were the cries of Souls tortured to death by Desire.
Evelyn stood before this hellish scene.
The two heart-shaped tails behind her swayed slowly.
The court dress on her body shattered inch by inch, turning into swirling black mist, revealing the powerful and perfect body beneath, bound and restrained by black leather straps.
She no longer feigned anything.
She completely revealed the true form of the Succubus Queen!