King of succubus

Chapter 453 When someone turns to be the inverse.

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In the throne room, always royally imposing even if it had little or no flashy decoration, Alvine reappears on the throne; sitting with one leg on the other and one hand supporting his head.

But unlike previous times, he looked like a little boy who played the role of the king.

In front of him, twenty meters away, were Askald, Fy, and a mature woman of fairy beauty with her long white hair and emerald green eyes, like two crystals; she was Azalea Crystaluse, the only and current queen of the Crystaluses.

"You are still as charming as last time, especially when you take this severe air." Alvine ignores his two monarchs who are kneeling in front of him and talks directly to Azalea.

The latter's frown persisted when she heard Alvine say these words with a jovial smile.

"Are you...the same master of death I met three years ago?" She asks in an uncertain tone.

Alvine raises his eyebrows slightly. "Here, It's only been a few months; you maybe stayed on a low-ranking planet to see time go by so fast in front of your eyes. In addition, I would ask you not to give me strange nicknames every time we meet."

"The master of death? The demon of chaos, the lord of evil, the sterile demon, the...-

"W-What? Ahem, if you tell me the identity of the people, who gave me this stupid nickname, I will add them to my list of people who came to this world by mistake." Despite his surprised look, his eyes were nothing like it.

Azalea smiles slightly. "Do you now want to play Nemesis?" She asks without flinching.

"A Nemesis? Maybe a vigilante? No, I’m a man, so, Nemesis is like an insult, instead, call me Avenger. Um, Avenger is nippy; I don't dislike this nickname. But still, the sterile demon, how hard you go."

"...According to my memories, all those who lived before the era of the gods have their descendants. But how is it that you, one of the oldest, don't have one? It shows that you are sterile--

"Ho? I wouldn't mind hearing you call me that, but only after passing through my room." His eyes turned to depravity as he pronounced this last sentence at a slow and explicit pace.

But contrary to his expectations, Azaela disappointed him. "I never said that you are powerless but sterile. In addition, you are not my kind."

"Ugh!" Blood rises to his head, almost dying of asphyxiation after taking a direct rake.

"No, it's not correct. What I mean by that is that I'm not interested in little boys."

"Cough-cough!! L-Let's forget these shitty jokes. Honestly, what brings you here? You didn't come here to sell me dubious drugs for genetic procreation, am I wrong?" He looked like an outcast who raised the white flag after seeing his defeat fast approaching.

The other strangest fact for Alvine was to see Askald and Fy remain indifferent to Azalea's 'insults'. On the contrary, these two seem to stifle their laughter; something that did not please him.

'I never thought that a simple change in appearance would threaten my sovereignist charisma at this extreme level. I will take care of them after this negotiation session.' He mutters in his mind while looking at Azalea who created a wooden chair and then sits in front of him.

She then takes a serious look and crosses her arms with sufficiency. "I indeed have something that could be useful to you, but it is neither free nor immediate effect. Not to mention that I myself do not own the elixir of procreation, it is with my two arms that have mysteriously disappeared recently."

"It feels like a scam." Alvine retorts instantly.

"Do you have a little idea where I can find my two arms?"

"Your two arms?" Alvine asks in a confused tone.

"You see, I cannot work effectively by being disabled the creation of such an elixir asks for help, and without my arms, it is simply impossible for me to ensure your future. The situation is more serious than you can imagine."

"..."

'She's probably talking about her two maids who were imprisoned by Askald.' Alvine takes advantage of a moment of silence to think seriously about her words, lest he gets lost in the conversation.

'I see, she has already started negotiations; she is not wasting her time, this woman.'

"No, I don't intend to put my future between your two arms; mine are enough for me."

Azalea frowns. "You're going to take deer horns, I'm the one who tells you."

"Huh? In addition to being an alchemist, are you also an oracle?"

"Don't tell me that you don't know this fact so far!?" She pretended to be amazed by Alvine ignorance.

'She said it!' Alvine swore in his thoughts while contemplating Azalea acting with amusement.

'This woman is probably more sneaky than I imagined.' He then continues before taking a look at his two monarchs.

But seeing their confusion, disappointment seized him. 'Even Askald has trouble following our conversation, she will be a problem if she is not my ally.'

But unlike last time, she did not give Alvine the time he wanted to think calmly about the meanings of her words.

"If you don't believe me, try and you will see the results after a few centuries."

"No, I don't need to wait so many years. Making children is as simple as throwing rank one magic." He exaggerates while extravagantly snapping his fingers.

Azalea could only sigh of abandonment. "Your partner will die if she has to wait for a baby and give birth to it within a million nanoseconds."

"You are not wrong, hence the reason for my loneliness."

"Pfft, I would never have thought you could make jokes too." After her unexpected surprise, she giggled unconsciously, unable to keep her indifferent mood.

Alvine, who did not expect such a scene, remains momentarily silent following Azalea's sarcastic comments.

"I could say the same for your case, Miss Azalea. I must say that I am surprised to witness such sarcasm, especially from a person whom I considered the embodied nobility." Even if his words looked like a return of compliment, nothing like this was the case.

Azalea, quite smart, knew where he wanted to come from. "I am different from you." She mumbles this sentence while avoiding Alvine's eyes, for the first time.

"Yes, we have nothing in common. That's why I was curious to know your deep thoughts when I understood that you were going to put yourself on my side."

"There is a misunderstanding!"

"... Explain yourself in this---

"I never said that I am a boiling blood demoness but a hot blood demoness."

"...And can I know the difference between these two sentences? In these two cases, they can all kill without blinking, except that your two arms are unable to do so, at least, not directly."

Suddenly, Askald and Fy looked at each other when they felt the atmosphere of the room get dangerously heavy.

But before they invite themselves, Azalea speaks in a voice a little colder than usual.

lightsnοvεl.cοm "You are wrong. The reason why my two arms did not directly kill their enemies is due to the context. A partner in perfect symbiosis is necessary for my race; otherwise, we will lose taste for life."

"...You mean that you are Eves who are looking for Adans!?" Alvine jumps from the throne with a smile going from one ear to the other.

"I'm sorry to ruin your hope, but that's not it. And then, even if it were the case,

She stops halfway and looks straight into Alvine's eyes who swallows his saliva with impatience.

"I hate little boys."

"Ugh! I have the impression that you have put all your heart into these words." He mutters after collapsing onto his throne.

"No, I don't hate them, but I hate them deeply. Apart from being cute, they have nothing spectacular. In addition, they tend to use their only asset to deceive adults."

"..."

"I'm talking about little boys--

"It's okay, no need to repeat yourself!"

'Calm us, it's not for nothing that she is so tough in business, but I would end up finding something against her.' He mutters in his mind while massaging his temples.

"Much better." She said, sipping a sip in her cup of tea that she then put on the table.

Alvine, who has just opened his eyes and saw the table and cups of tea in front of Azalea, frowns. 'How can she be so competent while being so fast?'

"My lord." Askald's voice echoed with the walls of the great hall.

"Hm? What's pop up with you, Askald?" Alvine focuses on Askald.

"I really need to understand what is currently happening in this room."

"... Sigh, to make it short: she asks me to release her two maids if I want to reach an agreement with her. But according to your report, they lied to us saying that they can kill, right?" He gave a brief introduction.

"Yes, my report is the most correct. I also understood that she was talking about releasing her maids. But what I can't understand is why you're talking about little boys, partners, and other things that are all incomprehensible to each other."

While listening to Askald list these facts, he could see Fy constantly nodding, a way of her own to say that she was just as confused as Ashald.

Alvine took a deep breath and tried to answer in one sentence. "Well, how to say... let's say that she--

"Your monarchs are not as impressed as I imagined, Demon of Depravity." Azalea replicates instantly!

Askald's face wrinkles slightly while Fy's is entirely dark black.

"Don't take her words too much to heart, she is... how to say... I think she is endowed with a level of arrogance that threatens to become an idiot by dint of being reclusive. Um, the silly vocabulary is the one that suits it perfectly." Alvine intervenes before the situation worsens.

"... It's not me who is the problem, but them. I am not arrogant, but resentful. And stop addressing me with 'it', I'm not a tool, but a woman." She pronounces in a placid and unambiguous voice despite having heard Alvine's insulting words.

"In short, to return to the main subject, since she asks me to release her two servants despite their lies, I asked her to explain to me the reason for her lie.

- She answered that she was not a demoness with boiling blood but of warm blood, if I am not mistaken, she means that she is resentful in that she and her servants only kill those who had massacred their fellow men. As for this boy's story...forget, it doesn't matter too much.

"No, it's important." She directly dives into Alvine's explanations and without embarrassment above all.

She then continues despite Alvine's dissatisfied eyes.

"I know you didn't regress for nothing. By forgetting your appearance, you are more powerful than before. But it's not surprising either. The problem is that you accuse me and my two arms of being cursed like the descendants of the stars who are cursed for being unfit for cultivation to reach an age."

Naturally, such exhaustive explanations would not help the duets to understand more.

"I understood." But against all odds, Fy gets up on her lap while smiling towards Alvine.

"No, you didn't understand anything, Fy. And above all, this is not the time to lose your cold blood."

"Please, lord, let me take care of this woman who dares to come and disrespect us with her arrogant air."

"..." Alvine remains silent with wandering thoughts.

On the other hand, Azalea puts away all her effects, including her chair after getting up on it.

"If you face me, you will lose in months or a minute. You're too weak, little girl; I indeed have a deep hatred for little boys, but that doesn't mean that I like insolent little girls either."

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