King of succubus

"Imagine what will happen if, for example, this girl, Sabrina or Sylvia, suddenly dies in the hand of a transcendent? Ah~ Alvine Dragnar, your hatred of the latter will help you reach unsuspected ranks! And you will become as strong as the transcendent. And at that moment, it will be enough to find another pawn like one of your generals. And the death of the latter will help you reach the transcendent rank!

-This cycle is only possible by you. Losing one of your loved ones will generate hatred toward your enemy. And this hatred will push you to exceed your limits and obtain unsuspected powers. And finally, with such powers, you will succeed in protecting your loved ones who are still alive! That's the perfect cultivation method for you, Alvine Dragnar!

-Of course, the sole purpose of this whole process will be to help me conduct unprecedented experiments that will indeed bear fruit. So, Alvine Dragnar, let me assist you with all my soul; I want to taste each of these flowers that will wall in the future and become good juicy, and heavenly fruits whose every bite will help me eradicate the curse that gnaws at me from the inside of I don't know how many billions of years!" She finally stopped after having the confirmation to satisfy Alvine's request.

"...I refuse." Alvine's monotonous voice made the living room walls tremble, while his rage was only linked to a little son the size of a spider's web imploding in him.

"Hm? What do you dislike about my proposal?" She casually asked as if she did not see Alvine's bloodthirsty look or Reha's confusion.

"Absolutely everything! It is not the terms of your agreement that are the problem, but you. You have stopped having emotions; you don't know how to differentiate between good and evil; you are a lost cause! An empty shell! A virgin soul! A being with a heart whose only function is to help her live by circulating her blood through her blood flows. That's why I refuse to deal with you, Feyre!" He coldly formalized these sentences with a crumpled expression.

"...Weigh your words before expressing them, Alvine Dargnar." Feyre's voice also became as cold and as threatening as Alvine's as she made this warning.

"...Sigh, [If the opportunity arises again, I will get angry by showing this expression], huh? Even your anger is only a superficial expression. I feel really stupid to get angry with someone so empty like you?" After a brief silence on the part of Alvine, he listed this fact knowing that Feyre was putting into practice what she had said instead.

"...You are right, but even if my anger is superficial, my warning is real. So if I were in your place, I would think twice before saying unpleasant words." She giggled with round eyes.

"..."

"Ahem, I think the best thing is to take a little time to organize your thoughts." The most forgotten and silent person in the living room tries to calm both with these words by deviating them from the rest of the electrifying actions that may follow the discussion.

But unlike her calm and nonchalance, she was probably the most disturbed and overwhelmed by events.

If Alvine accepts Freyre's offer, it will be the worst case for her since the latter will be out of her reach.

But it wasn't the worst, even if it seemed to be.

Yes, the worst is if Alvine refused Feyre's proposal.

Already, from her pov, Alvine can't defeat Feyre or escape her, no matter Alvine's special and mysterious powers. And that is not only a question of out of reach but of definitive disappearance.

And even if, by miracle, Alvine manages to escape from her claws, she will be the person who will suffer the wrath of the madwoman.

As skeptical as this hypothesis is, it cannot be excluded since it is Feyre.

"..." Faced with her proposal, Alvine and Feyre frowned at her.

But after about ten seconds, Feyre got up on the sofa and walked to the glass window of the building.

"Two days."

"Thank you," Reha responds instantly, as if it was she who was targeted by Feyre.

"..."
Alvine remained silent, and after a while, he raised his index finger towards Feyre, who wanted to leave the living room.

Seeing his actions, Reha grinds her teeth to understand the meaning of Alvine's actions.

"Ho? It's not bad; the shorter the time, the better." Feyre giggled at his audacity. But apparently, she seemed to misunderstand too.

"One month." Alvine retorted without changing his expression in the face of Feyre's frown and Reha's surprise.

"No, a month chest too long. Let's say a week; it's my last--

"One month! Otherwise, you must use violence to prevent me from leaving." He retorted in a stern voice.

"..."

"This is the time needed to allow me to have clear ideas. During this period, I want to follow you and see what you constantly do. But the most important thing is to show me my look-alike, free the other Alvine, and give me the key you have." He continued seeing Feyre's indecision.

"You are too greedy when we don't agree."

"I haven't finished!"

"What?!"


"I also want you to leave the ten people you call guinea pigs with Reha, who will go with them to Alzania planet." He ended his words with this last request, which seemed more of a condition than anything else.

"...In other words, you want me to let this fairy go without--

"You want me, not her. In addition, if it were not my fault, she would not currently be with us." He continued in a roque voice.

"What exactly are you playing? Have you lost your mind?" Reha's expression darkened when hearing Alvine's request.

"It's my business, not yours. If you refuse to leave, I would have no choice but to refuse Feyre's proposal. And if it happens through your fault, you know what will happen, don't you?"

"Tsk, you're already using her as a pawn to pressure me, huh."

"...Think what you want, but my decision is irrevocable. You will know more once you are there."

"..." Even Feyre frowns at Alvine's last sentence. But she did not comment on it, waiting to see the rest of their actions.

"...Sigh, very good. But know that I would kill you if you ever do anything!"

'Tsk, why does she act so familiarly with me? That's not the time to make unnecessary whims. Especially since it's even more complicated for me to explain my back thoughts to her.' He sighed in his thoughts, knowing very well that Feyre could spy on their telepathic links.

"So, what do you think?" He then focused on the main subject.

"...I don't mind. But on the other hand, I can't give you what you want until you agree with my proposal." She affirmed after careful consideration.

"Are you talking about the key?" Alvine asked, frowning.

"Yes, this thing you call the key is the basis of all my experiences. You asked me how I infused some of your powers into these ten guinea pigs, right? Well, for a more simplistic answer, nothing would be possible without the presence of this jewel with me. I could channel part of the energy it contains to transfer it to the cores of my guinea pigs. In addition to this reason, there is another factor that obliges me to refuse your request." She explained briefly without detour.

"Which one?"

"I can't know what you intend to do with this thing, but what is certain is that its power is not negligible, even for me. If you see that this dummy planet is endowed with such enriching energy, it is also partly thanks to this jewel. On the other hand, I can't say with certainty what it can do with others. That's why I can't give you this thing personally until I hear your answer."

"...It's not a problem for me. Most importantly, I want to know why I saw my look-alike in one of the mirrors; you're still not going to tell me that it was an optical illusion, yes?" After noticing her inflexibility to his request, Alvine cleverly changed the subject so she did not suspect him more.

"No, this was in no way the case. You will have the answer on this subject once the time comes." She affirmed nonchalantly.

"..."

Seeing Alvine's silence, she focused on Reha.

"At first, I intended to keep you locked up here while I decide on your case. But if you think about it, you are of no use. So if I have one piece of advice, it is to forget what you have just attended and continue to enjoy your second life, as long as you still have the opportunity."

"...Is it a threat?" Asked Reha, frowning.

"No, just advice."

"...In this case, allow me to give you one as well as a thank you. On my return, I would kill any foreigner who infiltrated my domain. If you have minions, I advise you to call them before I return."

"You became very pretentious all of a sudden." Feyre expropriated with a disdainful air.

"You are mistaken; I have not acted so far in the face of microbes because I thought you were doing your duty as a member of the order. But since you are no longer part of it, and you act according to your own interests, then I would not have the slightest compassion for intruders."

"..." Seeing her pronounce these words with decisive eyes, Alvine realized that he may have underestimated her.

'There is probably a non-aggression agreement against the members of the order. But I would never have thought she could show her hostility here when she does not have the slightest advantage against her enemy. She is interesting, this arrogant goddess.' He said to himself while looking at the strange tension between the two.

But unlike Reha, he did not interrupt this hostility between them, another fact that showed that he did not care about their destinies.

"...Sigh, as it is advice, I would consider this as such." After a brief moment, Feyre found her disdainful smile.

'Tsk, as expected from an empty shell.' - Alvine's sarcastic comments, seeing Feyre's indifference when she usually had to attack Reha; in standard times.

"Glad to learn that." Reha also retorted when she saw that she had abandoned the subject.

After all these ups and downs, the conversation resumed its usual course.

And after putting the point on all the 'i', Feyre gave a detailed list of all her ten guinea pigs scattered on earth to Reha so that she could bring them back to the planet of Alzania, as Alvine had mentioned in one of his conditions.

Then, Reha left without even placing a word for Alvine or saying goodbye to her through the flat look she had thrown at Alvine before she teleported out of the living room, leaving Alvine alone with the crazy woman.

'Sigh, her coldness sometimes surprises me. -Nah, I'm not qualified enough to morally her at this level.' He said to himself with a stupid smile.

-Clap, clap, clap...

"Now that there are only two of us, what will you say about making the pact without more--

"No, thank you. But I remain firm on my decision." Alvine replied before Feyre finished her sentence.

"Tsk, it's not as if I didn't understand. I just wanted to ensure this fairy did not influence your decision." She slams her tongue with a stale mood when she sees Alvine's inflexibility.

"..."

"Frankly, it's not like I don't understand your expressions. I know what kind of expression you display when angry or sad. But what I can't understand is the reasons that cause your rage and joy." She continued seeing Alvine's silence in the face of her remarks.

"...What you really need is a psychologist who has lived double your longevity to put you on the right path. But I doubt that such a person can exist in the universe."