Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"You bought me a drink?" Lyle looked at the glass; the beautiful beverage was still bubbling like a small fountain.

“No, this is mine.” Anna held the glass in her hand, and with a gulp, the liquid went down into her stomach.

“However,” a glass with a little liquid left was pushed in front of Lyle, along with a pink lipstick mark on the rim, “if you’re willing to pay, this special treat is on me.”

Anna stared intently at the lenses of the bird-beak mask, smiling broadly like a lioness on the hunt.

Lyle looked at the glass. "How much is this?"

“One Orihu. Two dinars is its original price, and the rest is my value.”

"So, I'm paying almost ten times the price for a glass of wine that's only one-tenth full?"

“It’s not a loss for you, is it?” Anna’s eyes sparkled with confidence; she was a marketing genius.

Lyle pointed to William, who was lying in the corner, and said, "How much was the drink he just had?"

"It will cost him the value of his underwear, but that's all it will be. We'll manage things harmoniously, after all, I'm just a delicate woman."

"How do you know he lost the value of his underwear?"

"I guessed it. I would assess the customer's positioning and analyze their spending power. My judgment is always right. I have a way to get him to drink it, and I also have a way to get him to vomit it up."

What an extraordinary person.

"You've told me all this, do you still think I'd jump into a pit?"

“Of course,” Anna said with a confident smile. “There is no deception here, only enthusiastic staff and generous customers. You would go through fire and water for me because you like me.”

Anna cupped Lyle's cheeks in her hands, their eyes meeting. Through the thin glass, Lyle felt as if he were looking at a kaleidoscope—dreamy, mesmerizing. All he could think about was Anna's smiling face and his desire to reward her for her thoughtful service with a hefty sum.

Lyle shuddered at the thought of his Olliv sneaking away, unable to support himself, and having to live with Ralf.

Oreo is still more fragrant.

He slapped Anna's hand away. "You seduced me?"

"You broke free?" Realizing her defeat, Anna's smile vanished, and she angrily grabbed her wine glass and downed it in one gulp.

“I knew it, Andrei’s men are not easy to deal with.”

"Have I been exposed?"

Perhaps realizing that her gentle pretense was useless, Anna changed into a different persona.

"The ring on your hand... An Andrei actually disguised himself as an Andrei with a human. There are all sorts of crazy people out there."

Lyle looked at the Andrei Seal ring on his hand. He had already reversed the emblem, so all outsiders could see was a silver ring. He hadn't expected it to be discovered even like that.

"Andrei's ring is not a symmetrical circle, and its material is also uncommon. It's mithril, and most importantly, this stuff is very common to me."

Just as Lyle was about to ask more questions...

Anna slapped her forehead in frustration. "Enough! This defeat is an insult to my charm! Hey, what's your name?"

"Epidemic doctor".

“I mean real name. I know you Andrei people have a habit of using code names.”

"You don't need to know my real name, Succubus."

Anna began to grit her teeth, at which point her little fangs were easily visible.

She stood up and pointed her finger directly at Lyle's beak.

"Plague Doctor, I now declare war on you. Just you wait. In less than half a month, I will become the most beautiful woman in your life. You will kneel before my bat wings and use your skull as a pillow on my lap."

Lyle was silent for a few seconds. "Are you trying to pursue me?"

Anna exploded again, adding insult to injury, "You just wait, tonight I'll surpass the person you like, Plague Doctor, now tell me, who do you think is the most beautiful woman?"

Lyle rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment. "Ariana?"

“Ariana? Lady Ariana Naslan? Is it too late for me to surrender now? I mean, that was just a joke.”

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Beatrice Jean Naslan

The proud succubus toned down her imposing manner, sitting obediently beside Lyle like a little bird, her fingers twirling her hair to cover her face, perhaps as a way of expressing shame.

After all, the transition from a high-profile declaration of war to surrendering lasted less than a minute, and the succubus's pride was completely shattered by the swift change of heart.

Anna remained silent for about ten seconds, and Lyle gentlemanly gave her room to adjust.

Bored, Lyle tapped the table lightly to the beat of the music, his attention drawn to the crowd at the ball.

Anna's fingers, which were covering her face, secretly parted, and her large eyes, peeking through the gaps, stared at Lyle's face.

Sweeping away her defeat, she exclaimed, "Alright, I really surrender. As expected, Lady Ariana's charm is flawless."

Was that swift surrender just a ruse?

"Of course, a weak, helpless, and pitiful girl is also charming. The only men who can remain unmoved by this situation are probably slaves captured by Lady Ariana and idiots with no emotional intelligence."

Lyle paused for a second, then said, "You're right, her charm has indeed captivated me."

"Are you close to Ariana, succubus?"

"No one can remain a stranger under that charm. Although we only met once, it was truly etched in my mind."

The succubus traced lines on the bar counter, her upper body slumped completely onto the wooden board, her full, round body deforming on the surface. Lyle looked away; who could be sure this wasn't her next marketing ploy?

"But, as expected, Lady Beatrice is still more beautiful, our glory, the Rose Queen of the Light and Shadow Zone, the lady I adore."

Anna let out a lewd laugh, often mixed with the sound of swallowing saliva.

"It's working hours now. Is it really appropriate for you to be slacking off here, Succubus?"

"Your companions have already helped me achieve today's goal, so there wouldn't be any problem if I asked for leave now. But Blood Rose is much more comfortable here—the elegant environment, the silky clothes, the music, the fine wine, and even Lady Beatrice's scolding—it's paradise!"

Anna let out an exaggerated scream, her bat wings spread wide, and the tip of her tail on her thigh swayed contentedly.

Every girl you meet for the first time becomes more alluring, quirky, assertive, and gentle as you get to know her better, but in the end, she will all become a crazy woman.

“You’ve gone too far, Anna.”

"Hmph, without being baptized by Lady Beatrice's charm, you have no idea what beauty is, nor can you understand me."

“But I have met Ariana.”

“The gems of the Naslan family are all different, and Lady Beatrice has a unique quality that is no less than that of her sister.”

Sister? Beatrice's sister is Ariana. Although she knew that Ariana had a younger sister, she never expected that the quiet Ariana's sister would open a erotic bar in the most bustling gray area of ​​the Wandering City.

Lyle began to suspect who designed the emblem of the Cup of Extravagance.

So, Ariana is also one of the three banshee sisters.

"Beatles is also from the Naslan family, Ariana's sister?"

"Plague Doctor, aren't you just an optimistic fool who came to Blood Rose with unrealistic fantasies, hoping to meet Lady Beatrice, obtain information about her sister Ariana, and finally win her heart, or even have both sisters?"

It has a very strong visual impact.

"No, I came here only because of Candy's invitation."

“I will not hand my stupid brother over to you. I raised Candy since he was a child, and I have already planned his life path. He will start a normal relationship with a beautiful woman when he comes of age. Therefore, I will never allow you, a homosexual, to disrupt my brother’s happy life.”

"It's laughable to hear the word 'normal' from a succubus like you. Don't worry, I'm not interested in men."

Even a boy who is more beautiful than a woman?

"Yes."

Anna opened her palms. "Having seen Ariana, I doubt you'd care about my carefully crafted cuteness."

Is Beatrice really that pretty?

“Indescribable beauty, oh, you are a lucky one, Plague Doctor.” Anna didn’t continue; she gave a slight smile and turned her head to the side.

The music stopped, and the huge ballroom was completely silent—no footsteps, cheers, or even breathing could be heard.

The stick insects stopped playing, their bodies bent at a ninety-degree angle, all facing one direction.

The guests stopped and stood in the center of the dance floor, all looking in that direction.

The sound of heels tapping on the ground, like water droplets falling on a pond, rhythmically echoed from Lyle's side and behind. Looking back, he too seemed to have become a part of time standing still.

As she descended from the second floor, the night sky, dotted with stars, enveloped the young woman. Her skin was as white as snow, while her lips were as red as fire, glossy and full, as if they might burst with juice at any moment.

Her black hair had a touch of plum red under the light, and the brim of her lady's hat was adorned with blooming roses, making her look as alluring as blood.

With features similar to Ariana's, her face was expressionless, yet her eyes seemed to smile; those eyes were like a language, leaving her mark on the deepest part of your heart through the window of your soul.

She smiled, and with her upturned lips came the rapid breathing of the people around her. Their skin was flushed, and Lyle felt her heart race and her blood boil.

"Let's revel, my guests, for the Blood Rose is only for nights of revelry."

Her voice was both seductive and proclaiming. As her words fell, the entire venue was filled with cheers and footsteps, the music soaring freely, the dancers roaring, and the intense hormones.

She is a witch who has cast a spell on us, immersing us in endless revelry, as if we are dancing until the end of time.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Goddess of Evil

Like puppets being manipulated, the people in the dance floor move their own steps. They are called puppets because their minds are not on enjoying themselves.

It was more like obeying an irresistible command; from the moment Beatrice stepped out, she became the focus of attention and even thought.

Although every heart was itching, no one took that step. Their thoughts held them back; no one dared to cross that invisible barrier and bear the blasphemy and sin welling up from their hearts.

So they displayed their feathers like peacocks in heat, hoping for the queen's favor.

“Anna.” Lady Rose approached the succubus, her eyes devoid of any other sight.

"Lady Beatrice, you are as beautiful as ever today." As Beatrice approached, the succubus burst into tears of joy, as flustered as a fanatic meeting their idol.

Beatrice reached out and played with the succubus's hair, watching her almost faint with excitement, a smile playing on her lips.

"It's surprising that there's someone sober around my darling Anna."

Perhaps it was because Lyle had been staring at him for so long that the bar owner realized there was another person there.