Holy City, the center of divine authority on Atla Continent.
Every day, pilgrims, caravans, and adventurers came and went, an endless stream of people.
In the bustling Regulus Plaza, voices boomed as a bard, hugging his lyre, sat under a large tree by the plaza, singing of heroes' yesterdays.
Elves who had traveled all night slept against the statues, occasionally two white doves pecking at the breadcrumbs at their feet.
Mil, stealing a moment of leisure, sat in a cafe by the plaza, leisurely sipping his black tea…
On the table lay a letter, its wax seal bearing a shield emblem with wolfsbane; this was the mark of the Baron of Kulgano Castle, the lord of the Werewolf clan.
Opening the succubus book, the voice of the succubus daughter, Miley, came from the other side:
“My Lord, I have already met with the Baron of Kulgano Castle. They have two demands: both the Blood Clan Princess and the Imperial Princess must be dealt with by them.”
To dare to propose such arrogant conditions in front of the Demon God's Child, a surge of nameless anger welled up in Mil's heart:
“They’re getting too big for their britches… Forget it, I’ll find a way to deal with them later. Have the other two matters been settled?”
“Death Knight has long been extinct, and the Blasphemous Blade you mentioned has not yet been found; however, there are some leads on the magic potion that made the Holy Sword abandon Diana…”
“Tell me.”
“The most important ingredient is the amniotic fluid of an Erotic Enchantress. In fact, five years ago, my mother began planning to create an Erotic Enchantress and entrusted it to the Cultists to complete, but…”
Miley suddenly fell silent. Hearing “Cultists,” Mil felt it sounded somewhat familiar:
“Well?”
“About two months ago, students from Sibyl Magic Academy, for some unknown reason, surrounded the Cultists' stronghold overnight and destroyed it.”
“Where was their stronghold?”
“Mian Ruo Village, Northern Manor.”
Hearing that name, the hope in Mil’s heart finally died…
The day he woke Lilith, at the entrance of the mansion, he had tricked Lilith’s lapdog into going to the Cultists, and that was the location he gave.
“What a sin…”
“However, the vessel for the Erotic Enchantress is still being held in the church there. The church doesn’t seem to have discovered the demonic seed within her…”
Seeing hope again, a smile returned to Mil’s lips. As long as he found a way, he could reclaim the vessel!
“I see… I’ll think about how to proceed. You prepare first, and we’ll practice a bit more.”
“Again? We practiced all night yesterday…”
After several nights of torment, Mil roughly grasped the principle.
A succubus’s true name itself carries magic. Writing her true name allows the book to synchronize with her body.
As expected of a succubus, she was truly moist, but that wasn’t the point…
The point was that he could guide and shape his own magic nerves by sensing her magic nerves!
It was just a certain burden for her.
It was somewhat like “mana replenishment” in anime, except one was transplantation, and the other was replication.
What surprised Mil the most these past two days was that the Empire actually agreed to Mil and Lilith’s marriage…
The key was the Holy Nation’s involvement.
Holy City, a city that was a nation, surrounded by the Paradise Duchy.
Although the Duchy was overtly a vassal state of the Holy Nation, if the Third Prince of the Empire married Lilith, the actual control of the Duchy would still remain in the Empire’s hands.
But if Mil, as a Cardinal Deacon, married Lilith, then the Duchy would be completely controlled by the Church…
And the two captured high-ranking Undead were one of the bargaining chips offered by the Holy Nation.
However, Mil was not worried…
Not only would he rescue the two hostages, but the Imperial First Prince, who came to retrieve them, would also never return!
In the evening, as soon as he returned home, Alice came up to him:
“Brother Mil! Do you want to hear my new plan?”
“Go on,” Mil replied listlessly…
He hadn't received a single penny of his three years’ salary. After all, she completed his daily work, which was less than 20 minutes, and he had genuinely slept for three years.
But it didn't matter. He would just “borrow” from her when he ran out of money.
Alice excitedly flipped through her small notebook, reading enthusiastically:
“Prince Otto will be coming to Holy City to take two Undead sometime soon. We can appropriately reduce the Holy Knights guarding him on his way back, incite the demons to snatch the hostages, and then set up heavy troops for a counter-encirclement!”
After listening, Mil froze in place.
“Alice, wake up. That’s the Imperial First Prince! Are you joking with his life?”
“Oh, right! That’s the Imperial First Prince, the ransom must be a lot…”
Alice’s eyes lit up, and she added a line to her small notebook without a care.
Mil was numb…
God, you call this a Saintess?!
“Forget it… The Pope would never agree to such an idea!”
“I didn’t tell the Pope, but Vice-Commander Uncle William agreed! He said he would persuade others!”
Mil: Am I number three on the list?
That William fellow, he was a captain before, and suddenly he became a Vice-Commander…
He truly wanted to advance.
But after thinking for a while, Mil suddenly had a flash of inspiration, his perspective broadened. He could use this opportunity to deal with that group of werewolves!
At that time, he would just set a trap—
Have Diana protect Otto, then secretly drug Diana beforehand, kill Otto and all his guards in the chaos.
Then, with only Diana alive beside Otto, she would naturally become the prime suspect.
Then bribe the Church Tribunal, the Imperial Court of Law… Perfect!
…
The next day, the sun rose as usual.
Mil, dragging his half-dead body, continued preparing for the church’s prayer service.
And he slapped himself hard, vowing never to stay up late again tonight.
Suddenly, he felt like crying. He was a Demon King!
When he arrived at the Magic Academy, his head was still dizzy, as if someone had stirred it with a stick…
However, Lilith, who always waited for him at the school gate, was nowhere to be seen.
At this moment…
In the office of the castle tower, the Sixth-Tier Archmage—Professor Mary—was earnestly persuading:
“Miss Lilith, your magical talent is unique in the entire history of the magical world. Lady Anne, the Mistress of the Red Tower, truly wishes to cultivate you, she…”
“I’m sorry, Professor… Please decline her for me.”
Lilith refused outright, her gaze fixed on the steel pen in the inkwell, her eyes vacant.
The Mistress of the Red Tower, a Ninth-Tier Mage, was only one step away from refining the Philosopher’s Stone.
“Lady Anne intends to train you as the successor to the Red Tower. If you become her disciple, your future will be boundless. Lilith, you are like a rising sun; there’s no need to become a pawn in noble games! The Mistress of the Red Tower is willing to write letters to the Emperor and the Pope to help you break free from all restraints…”
“No…”
Lilith’s voice was very soft, yet slightly trembling.
“Child… I can hear your choked voice. I still remember the longing and love for magic in your eyes when you came here eight years ago. Whatever it is, you can tell us.”
“Professor Mary, that’s my family matter. I don’t want others to interfere. I am very grateful for your care. I will never forget your kindness in this life, never forget Sibyl Magic Academy, never forget everything here, but…”
Lilith paused, seemingly taking great effort to suppress her surging emotions.
“My destiny was set from birth.”
Professor Mary sighed deeply, her brows trembling slightly, the confusion in her eyes lingering stubbornly.
“Sibyl Magic Academy is known throughout the continent for its Golden Prophecy. We peek into the world’s destiny, yet we always fail to see our own. Child… I sincerely wish you to embrace the future you desire.”