Chapter 5: The Succubus’s Charms and a New Guise

“My Lady Demon King, are you truly going to abandon me and attend to your duties alone?”

Noah smiled beguilingly, her ample bosom pressing forward, her smile as pure as an angel’s.

“Will you truly forsake your shy and adorable wife to handle your official business by yourself?”

It was terrifying; there was no mirth in that woman’s eyes. Letitia felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart feeling as though it had frozen solid.

“Alright, now, be good. I am the Demon King, after all, and I have quite a few matters to attend to. For now, just stay here obediently and wait for my return, alright?”

Letitia found herself compelled to abandon her usual demeanor, gently coaxing the terrifyingly endowed Saintess before her with soft words.

If she failed to placate her, there was no telling what state she might find herself in, even before nightfall.

She might even be unable to leave her bed by tomorrow…

This succubus’s power, much like her figure, possessed a considerable weight and a profound, almost irresistible, persuasiveness.

‘How formidable, My Lady Demon King.’

‘What a paragon of a husband! Even with overwhelming power, she treats her partner with such courtesy… My Lady Demon King’s example is one we shall never forget.’

The uninformed peanut gallery of maids, still none the wiser, inwardly praised their beloved Demon King.

“But, couldn’t your duties be handled at any time?”

Noah’s slender finger delicately tapped her rosy lips, her eyes glinting with a foxy cunning as she offered a radiant, sun-drenched smile.

“Why not set aside the Demon King’s affairs and spend a lovely day playing with your adorable wife instead?”

“After all, I’m new here and don’t know much about this place~. I want to hear My Lady Demon King tell me, from your own lips, word for word, in the most intimate of whispers~.”

“Ugh!”

‘How utterly detestable, to make such a request with that angelic smile.’

A look of profound difficulty crossed Letitia’s features. She found herself utterly incapable of refusing when confronted with Noah’s expression.

Yet, if she were to agree, abandoning her duties to tour the Demon King’s castle, it could very well turn into…

“Haa… ahh… My Lady Demon King…”

“Noah’s a little tired from walking so much. How about we rest for a bit and satisfy each other, hmm?”

“Mmm~, no need to go to the dining hall, or even the bedroom~, right here is fine… No one will see us anyway, or rather, it would be even better if someone did. That way, everyone will know that My Lady Demon King belongs to me~, and it’ll be more convenient later.”

“After all, the nature of succubi is common knowledge, isn’t it?”

‘Such a scene, surely, was entirely foreseeable!’

Letitia’s complexion instantly blanched. Her already pale face, befitting a lich, turned even whiter.

‘Oh, My Lady Demon King, how truly remarkable.’

‘Even with duties pressing, she considers the whims of her wife. My Lady Demon King, you wish to impart this profound truth to us, don’t you!?’

The peanut gallery of maids, still none the wiser, once again inwardly praised their Demon King, their eyes shining with admiration.

“Lady Noah, Lady Letitia, as the Demon King, has numerous duties. If it pleases you, I would be honored to show you around the Demon King’s castle while Lady Letitia completes her work. How does that sound?”

Sensing Letitia’s pleading gaze, the valiant Astolfo stepped forward once more, salvaging what little dignity (in her own estimation) remained for her disgraced Demon King.

“Hmm… if Astolfo puts it that way, then there’s truly no help for it.”

Given that the Demon King’s ever-attentive personal maid had spoken, Noah understood the wisdom of knowing when to retreat. She delicately touched her lips, a faint smile gracing them as she spoke:

“Then, My Lady Demon King, I wish you good luck~.”

With that, she departed under Astolfo’s guidance, leaving the Demon King’s dining hall, still thick with the lingering smoke of battle.

A sigh of relief escaped her.

Just then, a nearby maid aptly presented the battle report.

Letitia merely scanned it cursorily, a smile of complete understanding dawning upon her face regarding the current situation.

“As expected…”

She was perfectly aware of the situation regarding the assault on the human kingdoms, or rather, the Holy Church Empire; indeed, she harbored not an ounce of surprise.

***

Noah trod softly through the corridors of the Demon King’s castle, with Astolfo following close behind, offering reminders only when appropriate.

Her elegant bare feet did not touch the red-carpeted floors of the castle; instead, they floated, hovering approximately three centimeters above the ground.

The doctrine of the Holy Church dictated, “An angel’s feet shall not touch the earth; an angel who descends to the ground is a fallen angel.”

Despite this decree, only the Healing Saintess and a select few others went about their day barefoot and never touching the ground within the entire Holy Church.

All other Saintesses and Holy Knights wore proper shoes.

The innate skill of ‘Floating’ was, naturally, something Noah had possessed since her transmigration; otherwise, many areas of the Demon King’s castle, with their marble floors, would be chillingly cold underfoot.

Even if she didn’t possess this skill, there would be no need for excessive worry.

Despite its highly damaged state, the Saintess’s robe boasted exceptional defensive capabilities.

She felt no heat in the scorching summer nor cold in the biting depths of winter; it was a divinely blessed and truly excellent ‘holy artifact.’

Nevertheless, walking around in such attire still felt somewhat shameful.

As she took elegant steps, fluttering like a dancing butterfly, Noah pondered her thoughts.

‘It’s decided. I’ll change my clothes.’

A decision formed within moments of contemplation. Noah resolved to use a power she had gained after her transmigration, one of the Saintess’s inherent skills—’Dress Creation.’

A gentle white light enveloped Noah’s entire form, responding to her will. While Astolfo watched the scene unfold with a mix of astonishment and vigilance, the white light dispersed, revealing a transformed Noah before her.

A simple sailor uniform now stretched across her, its thin fabric taut, creating a high, graceful curve.

A pleated mini-skirt hugged her ample hips, forming a stunning tableau with her white over-the-knee socks, the slight bulge of flesh hinting at a desire to caress those full, fair thighs.

Her cherry-blossom white princess braids had transformed into lively, adorable twin pigtails, instantly changing Noah from a noble and dignified angel into a pure and charming fairy, exuding an irresistible allure that commanded attention.

Even so, Noah’s original appearance was already captivating.

For it was truly substantial.

“How do I look, Astolfo? Am I cute in this outfit?”

Seeing Astolfo’s unwavering gaze, Noah felt a mischievous impulse to tease her. She playfully winked one eye, stuck out her tongue, and asked in a lively tone.

“You are exceptionally beautiful, Lady Noah.”

Astolfo, feeling that her prolonged gaze was impolite, slightly bowed, lowering her eyes and refusing to directly meet the radiant beauty before her.

She offered heartfelt praise.

Even so, Lady Noah herself exuded an alluring charm, and after consuming the “Essence of the Moon,” this charm became even more potent and difficult to resist.

However, this charm usually lacked direction, meaning anyone with a slightly firm resolve could resist it. In other words, Noah was adept at controlling this enchantment.

Astolfo admitted to herself that she had lost her composure somewhat.

Upon witnessing the Saintess in such a remarkably human guise, her gaze had involuntarily fixated.