Twilight completely swallowed the horizon, and the night began to climb up from the depths of the valley.
Ancient trees twisted their gnarled branches, and a seductive shadow lounged atop one, idly tapping her toes.
“Can’t figure it out, I just can’t figure it out…”
The mountain wind brushed through her flame-like, bright purple hair, revealing two delicate little demon horns on her forehead.
She lightly tapped her red lips with her index finger, her peach-pink eyes sweeping over the mountain below, watching as Wendy and his group grew more and more distant.
On that bewitching face, beautiful enough to topple nations, there was only a careless, absent-minded confusion.
“This Wendy Black… how did he survive?”
If Wendy were to look back at this moment, he would surely be scared out of his wits.
Because this scantily clad figure was none other than, after the Demonic King, the number two figure of the entire demon race, and the future chief strategist of the Witch Empire—
The Succubus Queen, Evelyn!
Relying on her own power alone, she had toyed with the Continental Allied Forces that besieged the Witch Empire, plunging them into internal strife and division, ultimately causing the human coalition to fall apart.
If it hadn’t been for the Player, the “Skyfall Hero,” coming to the rescue later, the human nations would have long since been annihilated!
“How strange…”
Evelyn stretched lazily, the signature tip of her tail tracing bored gashes into the tree trunk behind her.
The dark purple skin beneath her leather outfit was exposed under the faint moonlight.
Alluring, enchanting, lazy, and seductive—yet no one was fortunate enough to witness it.
The Succubus Queen’s original plan was simple.
Kill Wendy, then use the “Puppet Technique” to turn him into her plaything puppet, then have the Orcs abduct him, only for the humans to rescue him in turn.
A prince of the Cavalier Kingdom, mixing into the upper echelons of Valoran Kingdom—there could be endless fun to be had.
But now, the plan had gone awry.
The supposedly dead Wendy Black had suddenly sprung back to life, and even managed to catch the attention of Astreia, the “Northern Lioness.”
Most importantly, she could clearly sense that the “Control Brand” she had secretly placed on Wendy’s heart as a precaution had completely vanished without a trace.
Evelyn tilted her head, a hint of doubt flickering in her peach-pink eyes.
“Purified? No… that’s not it…”
She closed her eyes and expanded her senses to the utmost.
In an instant, in Evelyn’s eyes, Wendy Black was no longer a simple human.
Deep within his soul, an ancient and powerful Royal Bloodline Contract was shining brilliantly.
It was the bond passed down through generations between the Cavalier royal family and the Holy Sword Balmruc.
Yet at this moment, the Holy Sword had long since been thoroughly corrupted by her own master—the Sernye Demon King.
Sacred and profane—two utterly opposing forces were now entwined, clashing, and distorting through this ancient contract…
In the end, it mutated into something… unheard of, yet even for the Succubus Queen herself, it was a bizarre creation that made her pulse with excitement.
A brand new, wicked ❤️ fall—”Curse.”
“Heh…”
A faint, low chuckle slipped from her fiery lips.
So light it was like a feather brushing across the heart, so soft even the air felt heavy and sticky.
She understood now.
Because of this mutated contract, Wendy Black was no longer just a mere “key” to unsealing.
The little prince himself had turned into a walking “Pollution Source”!
Anyone who maintained long-term, deep contact with him—every crack in their heart, every hidden desire, every weakness deep in their soul—would be silently magnified, twisted, catalyzed by this curse…
Like the sweetest fruit, rotting from the inside out.
In the end, corrupted ❤️ fallen into witches, consumed by desire, never to return!
“Fufufufu…”
This time, her laughter was clearer, girlishly mischievous, yet sharp as tiny silver needles pricking the ear.
Her enchanting eyes curved into crescents, lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, but her gaze was locked firmly on Astreia, as if trying to peel away her tough shell and bite into the soul within.
That laughable “Chivalry” and “Sense of Duty” were already on the verge of collapse under the enormous pressure of the Orc invasion.
And now, she was willingly drawing close to Wendy, the “source of the Curse”…
Evelyn could almost foresee it—the noble “Northern Lioness” would one day rip off her mask of hypocrisy, left with nothing but greed and possessiveness.
A “Witch Incubator” wandering across the continent?
That was a thousand times more entertaining than a dead puppet!
She suddenly found herself more interested than ever in this cursed little prince.
She wanted to see, to witness with her own eyes, how long the women around him could last before this sweet curse.
Would it be that self-conscious Knight Princess, insecure about her figure, who fell first?
Or would even more interesting “Witch Candidates” appear in the future?
And what about Wendy Black himself?
The source of the curse, the eye of the storm—what kind of fate would ultimately await him?
Would he be torn apart by the very witches he created, or… become a “Toy” to be shared by all?
At this thought, Evelyn leaned against the tree trunk, moonlight outlining her delicate profile. Her fingers unconsciously twirled a strand of purple hair, her lips curving into a faint, ambiguous smile.
“…hmhmhmhm…”
Then, that smile deepened, her shoulders beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
“…hehehehe…”
At last, she suddenly threw her head back, her exquisite face twisted by wild laughter, amber eyes burning with a cold, fiery light.
“…hahahahaha…”
Her laughter, once low and restrained, now surged forth like a broken dam—growing louder, bolder, utterly unrestrained.
It tore through the silence, echoing through the dark woods, brimming with endless mockery and a childlike delight at discovering a new Toy.
But beneath that pure joy, there was an abyss and destruction cold enough to chill the spine and swallow everything whole.
“I’m so happy, really… this is just too much fun~”
Her girlish laughter cut off at its highest pitch, leaving behind only a satisfied sigh and a low murmur.
“Almost forgot, still have to unseal the Demon King…”
The mountains sank into silence once more, only the lingering echoes in the air still trembling and buzzing atop every treetop.
The Succubus Queen slowly stood up, her breathtaking face still twisted with manic laughter, her eyes icy cold and burning with a near-mad, scorching possessiveness.
She tilted her head slightly, her crimson tongue slowly licking her luscious lips.
That movement brimmed with an icy, exquisite cruelty.
“So interesting… so very interesting… little one…”
Should she kill Wendy to prevent any accidents?
No, no, no—how could she destroy such top-tier entertainment?
She would be the most patient audience, quietly savoring this grand drama starring Wendy Black himself.
She might even, at the crucial moment, give things a little “push,” making the show even more splendid!
“Struggle well, my beloved prince…”
“Don’t you dare… disappoint me~”
The mountain wind blew, and the seductive shadow faded away.
Wendy was walking side by side with Astreia when he suddenly shivered for no reason.
“What’s wrong, Wendy?” Astreia turned her head with concern.
“N-nothing,” Wendy rubbed his nose. “Maybe it’s just a bit chilly in the mountains at night.”