Pagni Duchy, Viscount Sutherland’s territory.
On the surface, the estate was no different from an ordinary noble’s.
A vibrant outer garden, a small villa with white and gray as its main colors.
Yet beneath the estate, there was a whole other world.
The Human Capital had no idea how Viscount Sutherland had infiltrated human society, as his intelligence only marked him as an insignificant viscount.
However, the demon sisters, two of the Seven Wise Kings of the Demon King, used this place as their base, a clear sign of their ambition.
In the center of the dim underground hall, the light of the Teleportation Array flickered intermittently.
Suddenly, the light burst forth, illuminating the entire space, and Mi La stumbled out of it, looking disheveled.
The bratty succubus with long purple curls, her mana depleted, fell to her knees on the cold marble floor.
“Those bastards from the Astreia family! Their lackeys actually chased me to the border of the Pagni Duchy…”
Mi La raged impotently. Her close-combat skills were completely insufficient against the elites of the Sword Saint family.
Having used a large-scale charm earlier, she couldn’t call upon any more mana to charm Yiweite’s household soldiers.
Fleeing in panic, she used the last of her mana to activate the teleportation spell and return to the estate.
“First, I need to treat my injuries… That damn fox spirit!…”
Mi La went to the bathroom alone and shed the obviously oversized maid outfit.
She slowly immersed her body into the bathtub, which had been prepared in advance with a Healing Potion.
The high-concentration powder of Silver Leaf and Exorcism Grass that Yelena had prepared earlier had dealt considerable damage to Mi La.
The skin on Mi La’s body, burned by the high-concentration powder with exorcism attributes, was returning to normal during the bath.
“It hurts so much! Damn fox spirit Yelena! Trashy Yiweite!”
Mi La kept chattering even while bathing, her heart-shaped tail slapping against the bathtub wall in irritation.
But before she could enjoy herself, a metallic sensation touched her ankle, which was resting on the edge of the tub.
“Wah!!”
Accompanied by Mi La’s short scream, a chain inscribed with dark runes of magic instantly wrapped around her and yanked her out of the tub.
The succubus found herself in an extremely embarrassing position, hanging upside down in midair, head down and feet up.
“Ehh… it’s ♡Mi♡La♡, meow~ Did the mission fail?”
A playful, teasing female voice came from the bathroom entrance.
A brown-haired girl dressed in the white priestly robe of the Second Seat of the Vatican, with complex holy emblem patterns embroidered in gold thread on the robe’s edges, appeared in the demon stronghold.
Her attire clashed completely with Mi La’s, and even looked somewhat comical.
“Big sister…” Mi La’s voice trembled.
Delilah stopped in front of her, staring at the upside-down Mi La. Water dripped from Mi La’s hair onto the floor, making the scene utterly shameful.
The face, which was sixty to seventy percent similar to Mi La’s, was now completely expressionless.
Faint particles of Holy Light seemed to float around her, yet they repelled the Dark Energy surging within her, emitting a faint sizzling sound.
“You still have the nerve to come back.”
“I… I failed, but…”
“Trashy, shut up.” Delilah’s tone grew icy as she cut him off immediately.
“The mission I gave you was to charm the lord of Antal City, obtain the human army’s deployment map from him, and eliminate the Hero who hasn’t yet undergone his second awakening.”
“And what did you do? Not only did you fail, but you were also purified by some fox that came out of nowhere.”
“Mi La, besides using your pathetic Charm to seduce men, what else can you do?”
As she spoke, Delilah raised a finger and lightly touched Mi La’s forehead.
This was not a physical attack.
“Ahhh!!!”
Mi La’s face instantly twisted in agony, letting out a blood-curdling scream, as if enduring some kind of torture.
Her body convulsed violently, like a carp flopping out of water, her vision filled with white light.
That holy and warm radiance, which felt like divine grace to humans.
For her, a member of the Demon Race, it was the thing she feared most.
Her skin burned with searing pain, every nerve in the depths of her soul felt like it was being purified and scorched.
This was her sister Delilah’s Incubus Ability (Pain Conversion)—turning the suffering she had endured into an equivalent level of illusory torment.
“Trashy❤️, do you know what this feels like?”
Delilah withdrew her finger, looking at her sister struggling in the illusion, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness.
“This is what I have to endure every day. For the sake of the Demon King, I, an incubus, have to stand in the center of the Vatican, bathed every day in that light that makes me sick and nauseous, and I have to endure its erosion while pretending to have faith in Him!!”
Her emotions suddenly became intense, her voice rising.
“Oh, my foolish imouto!~ You were only sent to carry out such a simple charm mission, and you still managed to screw it up!”
“You’re just a trashy❤️ lecherous worm who can only think about sex every day! A worthless, trashy trashy❤️ who fails at everything!~”
The angrier Delilah got, the more Mi La suffered.
Her sister was clearly increasing her mana output, deliberately punishing her.
Using the most terrifying Light of Holy Power, she made Mi La break down with this visceral fear.
“I’m sorry! Dear sister! I’m sorry!!”
Mi La, hanging upside down, was covered in tears and snot, her voice hoarse from crying.
“Spare me… I really can’t take the Holy Light, you know! Sister, you could use that S&M punishment from last time instead!”
Rambling nonsense, Mi La had a flash of inspiration in a moment of clarity.
“I can make up for my mistakes! I have important information!!”
But Delilah’s actions didn’t stop.
“Important information? You mean the shape of the man’s tyrannosaurus?!”
“No, no!” Mi La screamed, then continued.
“That’s not an ordinary fox. It’s the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox!! And she’s with the Sword Saint Yiweite!”
At those words, the Holy Light illusions tormenting Mi La vanished completely.
The only sounds in the bathroom were the splash of Mi La falling back into the bathtub and her rapid, ragged breaths.
Delilah’s face now showed an expression of great interest.
“The Sword Saint Yiweite… the human’s strongest combatant who doesn’t listen to the Vatican?”
“Y-yes…” Mi La stammered in reply.
Delilah smiled a sinister and chilling smile and said, “Very well, my dear little sister. Tell me everything you saw and know about that nine-tailed fox and the Sword Saint, not a single detail left out.”
…
Half an hour later, Delilah finished listening to Mi La’s report and told her to go rest early.
The current Second Seat of the Vatican, dressed in sacred vestments, stood by the window of the villa, gazing toward the direction of Antal City.
“A princess of the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox… what an unexpected delight~”
“Perhaps I can use Mi La’s failure to turn the tables and hold a meaningful funeral?”