King of succubus



My lord, I'm coming to make my report." Arriving in the throne room, Elena had trouble keeping her blood cold when she felt the colossal dose of energy she felt only slightly when she was outside.

During her brief absence, Alvine had initiated the final stage of purification; after finishing with the five spheres that floated above him like crystallized pearls with multiple and stunning colors.

The last step was to purify the roots of the supreme tree; the very source of Isolet's power.

This step was the most complicated compared to the previous ones.

"No time for that, Askald will know how to manage these ants which come in herds to slaughter a pack of wolves." Not wanting to be disturbed by attackers, Alvine answers briefly before driving Elena into the throne room with a simple hand swing.

The doors then closed by themselves after Elena was evacuated, despite herself, out of the room.

"…"

Elena looks at the two imposing doors with incredulous eyes. 'It was...! I don't believe it, he leveled up in such a short time!?'

Although she had an idea behind the sudden increase in Alvine's powers, still had trouble believing what she had just witnessed.

Moreover, she could not deny the fact that she had just been dragged outside without even being able to do something about it; on the other hand, it was more acceptable to her than to swallow the fact that Alvine had just progressed into another rank.

Anyway, knowing that she was not entitled to an answer, she sighed and kept guard in front of the door, so as not to let other people come and annoy her master while he was busy.

After about ten seconds, Sabrina came with Reha and her gang.

When Elena saw them, she frowned, suspecting their presence in this place when everyone had to be aware of the chaos.

“What the hey?” She asks.

“…We come to meet Alv…-

Before Sabrina finishes her words, she cuts her off. "If you come here to learn more about the situation, you don't need to worry, my brother is already managing the situation." She explains immediately.

The latter shakes her head and explains herself. "Alvine ordered me to come here with them."

"..." Elena remains momentarily silent with a confused look.

But she immediately released the passage when she received Alvine's orders by telepathy.

"So, …excuse me." She then gives up while opening the door behind her.

But instead of being welcomed by the throne room, she saw a giant and dark black three-dimensional portal behind the door.

This turning point of events made her smile with irony because she had not felt anything even though she was just standing behind the door.

'It seems that he has decided to move on to serious things; the question is whether he will be the same or become the one he was before his reincarnation. Such powers are never free of charge.'

--

While she was dived into her own worries, Askald had just finished his troops’ repartition.

The task was simple, the most important thing for him was the safety of city dwellers. Speaking of city dwellers, they were not only residents of the main city, but even in the other three kingdoms.

As a result, he divided his troops into four large battalions; Fy Beta and the other shadow soldiers who bore the title Gamma headed for the volcanic lands, inhabited by dragons.

Fy Gamma, Alpha generals, and their squads were to ensure the protection of the kingdoms of ice elves; while the other residents of the other dimensions were all to go there in the endless sea to help the sirens.

As for the others, since the three monarchs were all gathered in the kingdoms, not to mention the other original shadow soldiers; he did not need to worry about the safety of his lord and his subjects.

He looks over him with confused eyes.

Above the night sky, hundreds of White and blue War ships floated above them like small bats barely visible in the night.

The rumble of their engines, which were powered by crystals, resounded like the grunts of sordid beasts that went straight into nightmares.

The reason why Askald and everyone else was convinced that they had not come to make friends Friends was partly because of the aura of hostility they could feel in years of light.

As for the other factor, it was because of the banners that were on the ships.

'It's strange. I don't see anything concrete enough to justify such a shitty attack. I would have liked to say that they do this to gauge our military power, but...with so little force, it doesn't announce anything pragmatic. To believe that they have no other purpose than to sow chaos.' As he mumbled in his mind with a dark face, Zakiel joined him in the air.

"Monarch of Souls, Shadow has just told me that the planet barrier is ready to be activated at any time; we are waiting for your orders."

Askald then briefly looks at Zakiel, who was already dressed in light armor and his two long and faithful scythes on his back, and sighs slightly.

"...Zakiel, I will be honest with you and to all those who think they are letting off steam on these assailants; you are not going to participate in this battle."

Zakiel slightly raised his eyebrows of dissatisfaction and haze when he heard Askald's words.

"...Can I know the reason?"

Askald looks away from him and continues to look at the warships above him.

"Do you know what I hate the most, Zakiel? Like any other strategist, I hate not understanding the stratagems and goals of my enemies; for a strategist, it's the worst nightmare."

"...You may be thinking too much. They are probably only sacrificial victims to officially announce to us that the war has finally begun." Zakiel puts forward this idea with the intention of his superior.

But Askald was still in his thoughts and acted as if he had not heard Zakiel's words.

"Recently, I've been trying to establish a spiritual link with one of the residents of these ships, but I can't do it, do you know why?"

"...It must have to do with the materials of their arches which prevent any external influence."

"Exactly! This answers and therefore denies your previous assumptions. Such ships cannot be sent just to destabilize us; they must have a goal in mind." Despite Askald's dubious words, his voice which could not hide his euphemism testified that he liked to face such major challenges; it was therefore a little overrated, his complaints about the eccentricity of others.

In addition, Zakiel seemed to be more and more impatient. "What if I were to take a look at it for you? You cannot abandon your current position. As for me, I...-

He immediately shakes his head before Zakiel finishes his proposal. "Don't worry, I already have fairly qualified candidates for this mission. According to my forecasts, they will soon be there for us as a matter of honor; even if they don't know it yet."

After making this statement that is more incomprehensible to Zakiel, he crosses his arms, waiting patiently.

But although his tongue was burning with envy, Zakiel did not ask any questions about the identity of the so-called aids.

After a few seconds of silence, two people appeared behind him.

'That's it, they're there.'

When he mumbles in his mind, a feminine but familiar voice resonates behind him.

"Let us take part in this...-

"I don't remember counting you among my subordinates," Askald responds coldly while returning to the source of the voice.

Unsurprisingly, Cindy and Rendy were floating beside him.

The person he had just cut her off was none other than Rendy, who frowned after hearing his categorical refusal.

Guilelessly, Zakiel understood that he was waiting for these two, but what he did not understand was why Askald suddenly refused their help if what he was waiting for.

In any case, he decided to remain in his role as a ghostly spectator, impatient and eager to know the plans of his monarch, who does not shine only by his powers.

"You seem to be much more incensed than your lord. But believe me, we can be useful to you for...-

"The question is not whether you are useful to me or not, but why you want to help us." Askald interrupts her for the second time.

Meanwhile, the ships were dangerously approaching the small black sphere that floated in the solitary universe among the wandering stars.

Realizing Askald's obstinacy and disproportionate pride even though it is not the right time, Cindy, known for her boiling-hot temperament roars: "We don't have time for explanations. You must...-

But as with Rendy, Askald seemed to have predicted the whole scenario in advance, as if he had already experienced this moment before it really took place.

Thus, he also cut Cindy off which was about to proclaim loud and clear his stupidity in the face of their proposals for help.

"There is no question of that either. If you feel your life is in danger by staying here, you are free to leave; I have already made my arrangements regarding these assailants." He said while looking briefly above him.

"..."

He then focuses on Zakiel. "Send my message to Heppha, prepare for a possible activation of fortress N•13!"

"You...are you sure of that, monarch?" Known for his calm, Zakiel betrayed his cold blood when he heard Asskald's orders.

A sneaky smile flashes on Askald’s lips before he becomes cold again. "Absolutely. The last puzzle has just been solved. It is, therefore, out of the question that I face to make my spectators wait; as they wish, I will give them full view."