Beatrice, the deputy guild master of the [Cronos] Guild, is a max-level elf mage, and the stepsister of Damian, the guild master of Cronus. She was also the existence of the fragments of Damian's consciousness, though not revealed outside of her.
She walked over ruins littered with rubble, her long, red, curly hair flying over a black [Cruel Moon Cape]. Amidst the faint smell of black, hot gunpowder, she sensed traces of strong magical powers in the dust.
The damp air of the swamps, scattered between them, blew. It was not a comfortable space.
If you look up a bit more, you can see the [Eckdona Castle], Which is mostly just rubble. She entered the front door, where [Red Flower] Flags were flying. A full three weeks had passed since the war broke out. Her job was to find a woman named Perrin.
"Please present your pass."
"Here."
She handed over the guild crest with the orange pattern of [Chronos] On it. As soon as the level 50 player of [Red Flower] Saw the pattern, he was so surprised that he almost missed the guild crest. You could see the savage shirtless warrior's muscles trembling.
The current [Cronos] Guild is a stronger guild than the [Red Flower] And [Justice] Guilds combined and is their ally. From such a place, a person who was good at bugilma came to [Ekdona Castle], Which is not much to look at. The man who was acting as a guard answered by gulping down and prodding the side of his colleague who was sleeping next to him.
"Ah, ah, ah, I'm sorry I didn't notice you came this far."
"You may not know, where is the castle lord?"
"He is living in a makeshift shelter over there."
Looking at them coldly, Beatrice stood tall and passed them by. She, too, was part of Damian's consciousness. Although his consciousness as a man was very vague, he had a peculiar personality that did not even feel sexual attraction to men. When developing her character named Beatrice, Damian was really quiet, so that kind of taciturn personality was reflected. She glanced at them with eyes like looking at NPCs.
"Wow, look at that woman's arrogance."
"Shh, listen. That woman, [Chronos], Is not a fortune teller."
"Eup!"
"Yeah, yup!"
The guard players struggled to forget the red witch they had just seen. Without thinking, Beatrice fluttered her robe and headed for the temporary residence where her castle lord was staying. Since the castle had completely collapsed, the building seemed to have been roughly built from nearby trees. Beatrice frowned at the smell of oil and alcohol wafting from her street.
-Smart
"Hey, who are you?"
Inside, people quickly came out. A very old man was clad in a clergyman's uniform. His mouth also smells like alcohol. Beatrice was on the verge of bursting out at the sight of the indolent humans, but she pursed her lips thinking what she was going to do.
"I came to see the lord. I am Beatrice, the bugilma of [Chronos]."
"Ah! I am the lord of the castle. If she had told me in advance, she would have gone out and greeted me… Lol."
Seeing Beatrice's expression harden, Seongju withdrew a laugh. She realized that Beatrice did not come simply to celebrate a victory.
Still, he was able to figure out the subject, so he took on the role of the lord of the castle in [Red Flower]. He was also one of the three people who secretly spied on [Eckdonna Castle] While wearing the [Armor of the Courageous]. He was infinitely cruel to Perrin, but he lowered his head like a docile sheep standing in front of Beatrice.
"Eat this way, this way."
"Yes."
Even if it was the temporary residence of the lord of the castle, all the infrastructure collapsed during the siege, and only a small part remained. Living in this small, almost two-room room was a new luxury in this ruined castle. If the debris is disposed of, it will become resistant, but the castle owner was lazy and did not even clean up the debris.
When Beatrice glared at the wine jug that was messy on the desk, Seongju quickly removed it. Still unable to spit on his smiling face, Beatrice brushed off the dust from the chair and sat on it, crossing his legs.
And since Beatrice had come to find traces of 'that woman,' it was easier to find if the trash was messily arranged like this. Rather, it is the plate that should reward the indolent castle lord. She only frowns on her because of her innate 'absolutely good' nature.
"That… What did you come for?"
"I came looking for a silver-haired woman," She said. Her name is Perrin."
Beatrice tossed her picture. Because it was a [Screenshot] Magic from Damien's memory, the shape was almost blurry. Besides, she looked quite plain because she was before her unique [Charm] Was manifested. But her appearance hasn't changed. As she watched closely, Seongju recalled the image of a woman making a loud noise at her bar. And… Even the fact that she ate her.
"… Ah! This woman! But unfortunately, after she finished the siege, there was no such woman."
Seongju held her breath and didn't talk about her behind the scenes. Beatrice raised an eyebrow and answered.
"Then can I go see the prison?"
"Yes… ! Let us guide you. I'm sure you're hungry somewhere, so let's have lunch… "
"Hurry."
When Beatrice spoke sternly, Seongju turned around for a moment and suppressed her anger by frowning at her unfairly. She immediately comes to her senses and her hot temper calms her mind. She was a priest thanks to her passive skill, [Meditation]. The castle owner, who changed into her vaguely smiling face, took her Beatrice to the dungeon of the castle.
Beatrice walked over her ruins, clattering her boots. She was tall for a woman, and the high heels of her shoes made the priest next to her look very small. The priest opened the key to the dungeon and went inside, her shoulders also shrunken.
"The dungeon is here."
"Where is the blue-blue guy?"
"The man is in the deepest… I wouldn't recommend seeing it."
"Okay."
There were many broken places on the prison road, and it was built in the form of a labyrinth, so there were many forks and dead ends. After turning a dead end several times, Seongju felt sweaty. Although he was close to reaching the highest level, he was so strong that it was impossible to guess how strong Beatrice was, and Beatrice's patience was nearing the bottom, as evidenced by her expression.
"… Hehe, it seems to be here."
"I see, it was hard."
Sungjoo cringed at Beatrice and guided her to the blue and blue room. But she stood at a distance from the prison entrance, and he held out the key to Beatrice. Beatrice took his key as if he didn't care and opened the prison door where Parang Blue was.
-Kiik
"Grrrr!"
Inside, a boy covered in blood and wrapped in all sorts of sealed spells was spitting out a bloody voice. Even though the ability was sealed and it was a skill that did not fit the job, the lion's roar poured out to send the jjoraps in one shot. Beatrice's hair also fluttered brightly as if it had been hit by strong wind pressure.
"Grrr… Grr…"
"Blue blue, raise your head."
"Kreur… Why are you here!"
Parangpaang, who has been talking about only one character, uttered a hoarse voice and couldn't believe his eyes. The form of 'Beatrice', faintly visible in the sealed seal where judgment and even the mind are blurred, seemed to see a ghost. Because he saw Damian with his own eyes on the same account, he was an existence that shouldn't exist here from the beginning.
With his brain not spinning, Blue Blue barely believed that Damian had taken a [Transformation potion]. He began to weep boyish tears like chicken poo, as if appealing to good Damian.
"Damian, nice to meet you. Leave me like this sorry back then huh? You know, I'm the smartest among the [Luts] Guild's assistants."
Beatrice swallowed in disgust at her plea. I didn't go to that [Roots] Gilma meeting, but it was because the tears of a crocodile were very visible. A while ago, the priest was also smiling at himself. The fragments of Damian transferred to the female body were able to read people's expressions much better than when she was a man, which rather tested Beatrice's patience.
So it was even more disgusting. If it wasn't for the need to find 'Perrin' as soon as possible, he might have tortured Blue Blue right here. Just because it's 'absolute good' doesn't mean that there's no hesitation in inflicting pain. Rather, it is also a character that should be thoroughly punished if it is 'evil'.
"There is only one thing I want to ask. Where is 'Perrin'?"
"… Do not know."
Blue Blue raised the corners of her mouth. Her intentions were revealed in her barely-seen face, covered in the blood that flowed from her head. It was also a mistake that she did not like blue-blue. Beatrice relentlessly reached out her hand and twisted her neck. Waves of magical power flowing from her hands strangled Blue Blue's throat.
"You seem to know, [Monologue Book]"
"Kuh… What… ? Evil! The bitch ran away. Heuk, follow Teresa… ! Crane… "
"Wouldn't it be nice to blow quietly? If I hadn't thought about anything else, I wouldn't have been sick. Should I blow what it looks like? [Screenshot]"
Beatrice smiled brightly and patted the blue hair with her staff. Then, at the last moment, a picture of a woman in a slutty maid outfit and a silver-haired woman who was breathtakingly beautiful even at a glance fell down. Holding the photo with her index finger, Beatrice winked at Parang Blue, lightly pressing the skirt that had been pushed up against his thigh.
"Then I hope [Red Flower] Will take care of you."
"Oooh! You gay bastard! Help me!"
"Now the gays are that way. I've been a girl since I was born."
"Yai garbage!"
Beatrice clicked her tongue and closed the prison door. As soon as Beatrice left the prison, he let out a shallow breath. The desire to tear apart the blue sky in a brutal way rose to the bottom of his chin, but he managed to hold it back. He immediately grabbed the back of the head of the castle owner, who had fallen on the floor near the door.
"Eh, hehe."
"Go to the side where this woman is."
"That… A girl like this isn't in prison… ?"
Beatrice pointed at Teresa in the [Screenshot] With her bewitching index finger. But Seongju smiled awkwardly and shook her head. Beatrice sighs and nods her head lightly, saying she got it.
Immediately after, Beatrice turns around and strides out of the prison. Because of the magician's stat distribution that raises [Intelligence], She has already memorized the complex structure of the prison because she has become too smart. However, no matter how much her intelligence increased and her brains improved, it did not mean that she would become a genius.
Above a certain level, there was only an effect that the mind became a little clearer and the 'memory' increased a little, the efficiency of the passive skill [Memorize] Increased and the power of magic increased.
"Hey, hey! There is a dead end… That's not right."
"I don't think you know the road, do you? If you don't follow me, I think you'll be imprisoned forever."
"Now, wait! Together… !"
Seongju hurried her steps and followed Beatrice. Beatrice strode out of the dungeon with great strides, as if she was not tired. Seongju also managed to follow her and left. Beatrice floated a picture of Perrin and Theresa lying in the air and drew a magic circle with intricate patterns on it. Then two beams of light flew up into the air and spread out.
"I found it."
Beatrice shouted [Ah space storage] And pulled her broom out of the air. To the lord of the castle, it seemed as if a broom was created in midair.
Beatrice trampled the comb of her broomstick with both her shoes and burned it while standing. In an instant, she levitated, and Beatrice flew after the light that soared into the air. Sungjoo just watched her with her mouth open underneath her. Belatedly, a stream of her blood flowed from her nose.
"… Black pantyhose."
Beatrice flew up from the ruined [Eckdona Castle] On a broomstick and landed lightly on the plain near [Alloa Castle]. Since she had been using flight magic for a long time, she suddenly felt dizzy due to lack of mana.
[Thearesia] The world was a game. No one was allowed to have Munchkin-like abilities that would upset the balance. Beatrice also remembered that she wanted to destroy half the world with the snap of her fingers, like a raid boss, and hid in the shade of a nearby tree. She opened her water bag from her waistband, poured it into her mouth, and set her load down.
It must have been raining, and the ground was wet. Beatrice sat down on the floor, not caring even though she was wearing a very expensive silk robe. She put her bug bite-resistant life magic, which costs very little mana, around her and buried her head in her arms. Her pretty large breasts reveal her presence when she crouches.
"Ugh…"
Beatrice let out her pained voice. It wasn't just because she was pressed against her own breasts. The mana that flowed through her body hit the floor. Following a woman named 'Perrin', her trail of light is heading toward the bottom of the plain. Because she has strong magic power, if there were wizards around her, they might follow her trail and come to catch her weakened self.
But she is driven by her physical needs that even she cannot address. She had a desire for sleep, not a sexual desire like anyone else. For wizards, sleep was the main and most powerful way to restore mana. It's just that the laws of the world have placed limits on wizards who can be much stronger than other ordinary classes.
"Haaaaa~"
She yawned so loud that she swallowed the whole plain in her mouth, then took out the [Superior Mana Potion] And poured it into her mouth. A lukewarm soda-flavored potion lands on her tongue. Beatrice swallowed that very expensive mana potion like water. If the NPC wizards who originally lived in [Theresia] Saw her, she would rush to taste even a drop of the potion bottle she had finished drinking.
-Gulp
"Ah- it's lukewarm."
Even so, she almost crossed the ridge. She lay down on her bed, not wanting to get mud all the way to her back. As she lies down with her pods on, she remembers what was there [Plains of Alloa]. There were boars and giraffes and kobolds and other monsters that were insignificant, level 40 or 50, she recalled.
Perhaps, if the Orc tribe hadn't migrated here, Beatrice's memories of 'Damian' would have been quite useful and not wrong. She was thinking that Beatrice was useless for her to believe in her memories of her past while she was living in this world. It was more useful to believe the information that an orc tribe had moved to this area recently.
"I'll have to recover enough to push myself."
Soon after, she fell asleep, snoring her nose inappropriately. In a place less than one kilometer away from the entrance to the crypt of the land orcs.
After the sun went down, the orcs poked their heads out of their dens to hunt. The cover was perfect, so they couldn't find Beatrice's sleeping location.
"Kreureung!"
"Kwuik! Kkuik!"
The orcs ran to a place not far from Beatrice's sleeping spot and hunted wild boars. The arrow that fell from the longbow pulled by the power of the orcs landed near the back of the wild boar and left a scar.
The enraged wild boar sees the orcs and attacks them. The muscles of its hind legs are pulled in a tense state, and it lunges at the orc at full speed. The orc, who did not think that he was going crazy and ran into the boar's fangs, pierced the flesh of his thigh and bounced about five meters to the ground.
"Kreureung!"
"Kwaeeeeek!"
The howls of the orcs and wild boars intensified. The orcs nearby saw their comrades being killed and took out their blunt weapons and battle axes from their backs and held them with both hands. As the wild boar charged, the orcs swung their weapons like hacking. No matter how strong a wild boar was, even if it was a wild boar with a high level, it would only be brutally hacked to death in front of Orcs similar to Ratser Dragon in terms of strength.
Beatrice stood up frowning at the noise around her. But the orc's voice was unforgettable. Beatrice carefully watched the hunting orcs while hiding in the bushes. Nearby orcs carried injured orcs and hunted wild boars on their backs.
Beatrice's heart trembled as she watched the pounding hunt. It wasn't that he trembled in fear, but his heart trembled to hunt the Orcs.
"[Magic Eye]"
Beatrice cast [Magic Eye] On an orc carrying her on her back. It was because he had a hunch that there would be a woman named Perrin in the area where they lived. Beatrice hated being told that she had a woman's intuition, but it was true that her intuition matched well after his update, so I believed it for now.
[Magic Eye] Is a magic that steals the opponent's vision. Unless you're an Orc Shaman, you won't be able to find it. It is impossible to break through a group of orcs with an orc shaman alone, so you just need to bring mercenaries from nearby. It is because of the law of the world that the law of balance works for those who are too strong no matter how high they are at the highest level.
Beatrice didn't feel bad about being disturbed for a while, but as her orcs entered the entrance of her den on their own, she stepped behind them and smiled happily.
"Yes… Not bad."
* * *
The Orcs put down their prey and took the injured Orc somewhere. An orc with a [Magic eye] Took the wounded orc through the winding crypt room. He takes a wrong turn and stops at a human furniture ranch, where he hears the female households wail and smiles happily. However, since the orc is not in heat, it just swallows saliva and walks to another room.
I came to a room studded with tons of orc-style bone powder and crude stone decorations. You can see black energy gushing out from near the entrance. The orc with the [Magic Eye] Held his breath and knocked on the door. Then the inner door opens and a white human comes out.
"Huh… "
Beatrice covered her mouth and held her breath as soon as he saw her through her orcish eyes. [Tattoo of her umma] Was engraved under her eyes, and she had her radiant silver hair hanging down to her waist. Her skin had lost its blood and was translucent, even pale. Her clothes are roughly covered with the orcish grime, but the black tattoos all over her body are similar to the style of a curse rather than the style of an orc.
Her black, glossy tail flicked as if she were getting a taste of the orc in front of her. Small wings close to the vestigial organs extending near her waist also flap. Flicking her tongue with her long tongue, she glared at Beatrice, no [Magical eyes]. [Her magic eye] The orc simply tells her.
"Kreureung! Queen, this guy was beaten by a wild boar."
"So you're being watched?"
"Kreureung! There is no such guy!"
"What is this?"
The devil stretched his bewitching fingers to the orc's cheek. Beatrice quickly waved her hand to sever the [Magic Eye]. However, even when Beatrice tried to cut off the [Magic eye], She could not easily take her eyes off her tremendous charm.
Unable to lose her hand, the devil pulled her not only her 'sight' but also her 'sensations' towards the orc. The feeling of a phallus about to explode in her lower abdomen felt like it was present to Beatrice for the first time in a long time. The lustful Orc's senses surged up in Beatrice's body.
"You idiot, didn't I tell you to kill bitches watching over you?"
"Mo, I don't know, Kreureung!"
The demon pulls the orc by the cheek and kisses it. It was a passionate and dangerous kiss. A mass of lewd and sensual pleasure entered Beatrice's lips as she shared her senses with the orc. A bright red snake-like tongue licked Beatrice's lips, entered her mouth, and raged.
As time passed by kissing the devil, it seemed that Beatrice's mind was becoming one with the orc's. The dangerous object I felt in my groin was so full of blood that it seemed like it was about to explode. Beatrice was entwining the orc's tongue with the devil's tongue as if she wanted to. However, the last defense magic that hung over Beatrice's heart bounced off the dangerous sensory sharing.
"Hey, hey, hey… Whoa…"
Beatrice covered her numb lips with her hand. Even after the update, she was reacting sensitively to the organs of a sensitive woman that she had never felt before. Her nipples protruded hard, and the juice that flowed from the crack in her groin soaked her panties, underpants, and even her robe. I felt burning heat in my lower abdomen and a tight squeeze as if Jill wanted something.
"Collock, Coke, Keck… Keck! Ugh, ugh… !"
Beatrice crouched down and spat the spittle from her thrilling mouth onto the floor. Her huge breasts dug into her arms, revealing her presence. None of these feelings were familiar to Beatrice, who had become sensitive. Beatrice resisted to endure the tingling pleasure of her whole body. As she did [Her meditation], She vomited several times before finally calming herself down.
"Sigh… Flaw… "
Her trembling body was stabilized and what she felt was a great thirst. [Thearesia] It was a dangerous thirst for pleasure felt by a body that knew lust in the world. Beatrice moistened her mouth with the water bag she wore around her waist. A gulp down her throat seemed to quench her thirst, but she wasn't completely quenched.
"Damn it… "
Her Beatrice snarled at her and remembered her. Her demon looked almost identical to the 'Perrin' she was looking for. The reverberation of her white light around her was also pointing at her. Right away, I didn't understand why there were orcs in the [Alloa Plains], Or why a priest who seemed infinitely weak had become an unsuitable devil.
"… Is it fun?"
Beatrice raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction. She still felt the skin around her navel quiver, but she thought that Beatrice, who had Damian's soul fragment, was a new raid, and her desire to attack her rose like a chimney. She's fine with no reward. Her joy when she subdued her difficulties with her minimum number of people would satisfy her heart more than any drug.
"Let's see, would it be good to have at least two priests, one paladin, and one warrior to subdue orcs? The level is low around here, so it's hard to find it, but you'll have to call it from a nearby castle."
Beatrice let out her witchy laugh, and she pointed the broom toward a province other than [Alloa Castle]. No matter how much she was affected by Balance, she was counted among her five fingers in [Theresia], And arrived in another area, [True Tall Castle], In half a day.
As soon as she got off, Beatrice staggered, gave her identification to a guard nearby, and entered the first inn she saw. Even in her dreams, Beatrice, who had lost her heart, began to prepare her for the raid of the woman who had become her demon.
Drurrung- Cool- Drurrung~
Beatrice, who snored at her with such a loud noise as her elephant, woke long after sunrise from a deep slumber. In her own way, she was a first-class inn, but her inn was not very good for a person like her who spends her money like water.
There were empty bottles of [Extreme Mana Potion] That had been thrown beside her. When she woke up, she was so tired from last night that she hadn't even taken off her pantyhose properly.
"Um… "
Seeing her pantyhose soaked with stains, perhaps from a dream last night, Beatrice was in a bad mood. Her bulging phallus, which she hadn't felt in a long time, was very unpleasant because it was wet with her lust. She took out her food from the [Ah Space Warehouse], Devoured it voraciously, and then took out new clothes and put them on.
The mud-stained robes are still expensive, so clean them up with [Purification] Magic. Hardened mud falls and blows dust to the floor.
She came down immediately, handed the gold coin to the innkeeper, and came out. The children who work at her inn cling to her Beatrice, but Beatrice neatly ignores them. Her openly exposed elven ears kept her children from getting any closer. Because she, Beatrice, exudes a more mysterious and intense atmosphere than any other person who came to [True Tall Castle].
Beatrice had a different reason for coming to [True Tall Castle]. Although this castle is rural, it is an easy place to find mercenaries. It was famous as a honey hunting ground for players, so they came to find 60-70 level mercenaries. Some players pretend to be mercenaries, but it is meaningless to distinguish between players and mercenary NPCs now, five months after the transfer.
Immediately she headed to her commissioned shop. The employee at the requested shop was a human woman. Unfortunately, elves were not a common race like they were in the game days. Beatrice herself was well aware that childbearing was extremely difficult for her. Unlike humans, who have a fertile period once a month, elves have a fertile period once a year. Because she has only had her period once since the update.
The waitress bowed her head as soon as Beatrice approached, as if she had been well trained in etiquette.
"Hello! What did you come for?"
"I will submit a request to recruit party members."
"Yeah! Please write it in the form here."
Beatrice scrawls her handwriting in her neat handwriting. She almost scribbled her name in Latin, but she rewrote it in Theresian. She handed over the form as it was, and the waitress put it into the copier engraved with a complicated magic circle. But the old copier made a beeping noise and couldn't even print properly.
"Oh, why are you doing this again!"
"Where should I look?"
"Oh, client? It's okay…"
Beatrice smiled and went to her photocopier and rewrote the blurred magic circle. Then her photocopier started working just fine. The waitress thanked Beatrice over and over again. She tried hard to dissuade Beatrice from giving her compensation. Instead she sold the name of [Chronos].
Soon after, many mercenaries responded to the request. It was also because the remuneration was dozens of times the amount they would normally receive. Beatrice borrowed a carriage from the stable and picked up some of the crowd as soon as she returned to the requested shop.
"You, you, and the two of you."
"Ah… Too bad."
"Oh, what can I do when the party leader says so?"
The eliminated quest attendants hung their shoulders and returned to their respective seats. Beatrice, who saw the rambunctious warrior, paladin, and two priestesses, had no way to abandon the hideout the crypt orcs had already dug and run away, but she immediately loaded them into the carriage to avoid giving them enough time to escape.
"When this work is over, I will give you the request fee in the name of [Chronos]. Before entering the dungeon, let me introduce myself. I am Beatrice, the assistant of [Chronos], Who is the leader of this temporary party."
Beatrice beckons the warrior to introduce herself next. The most rambunctious-looking warrior at the party munched on a small piece of beef jerky, then straightened his back at a gesture. He made everyone laugh at the sight of him. The giant warrior smiled shyly and said.
"Me, me? I am the warrior, Eyul."
"He was the hardest-looking warrior in [Truthol Castle], You are a tanker."
"Yes Yes? But using a shield… It doesn't fit my hand, so I don't know what it will be like."
"It's okay, just take my word for it. Because you can see the talent of a tanker."
Beatrice patted the warrior on the shoulder and said. She had red burning letters twinkling in her eyes. [Sage's Gaze] Is a magic that allows you to check the opponent's stat window. Among the mercenary NPCs in this world, there were those who could not see their own stat window. Eyul looked into Beatrice's eyes and lowered his head.
[Sage's Gaze] Can forcibly open the stat window. [Thearesia]'S mercenary NPCs only recognized the magic as a magic that could 'bring out the hidden talents of party members'. This is because even among players, it is a special magic that can only be learned by raising a lot of experience at the highest level.
Beatrice looked at her priest next to her with those eyes. The priest, holding a magician's staff studded with jewels rather than a priest's staff, answered Beatrice's eyes with an awkward smile.
"Marily, I am a priest. Not really… I'm not familiar with the Priest skill."
"Just trust me, sister. I'm Escarin. I am a formal ascetic priest."
The priest named Escarine, next to Marilyn, was the most voluptuous woman in the party. She smiled subtly, secretly liking her priest, Marilee. Beatrice looked at the last paladin, not caring what the two female priests were doing.
"Oh, I am Lowell. He was originally a city guard."
The paladin seemed to have a lot of circumstances. But nobody asked. The attendants who had the party only checked each other's appearances and did not share further details.
"The goal is to clear the Orc Raid Dungeon in [Alloa Plains]. The boss is a succubus, and the goal of this quest is to capture that boss alive. Did you check?"
"Yes, but why are there succubuses in the plains of Alloa?"
"There are orcs before that?"
The party looked at their client and the party leader with dubious eyes. Beatrice's expensive robe and serious look with intense power instilled trust in them. In any case, it was not a bad deal for me to retire once I got the compensation.
"Then everyone get a good night's sleep."
Beatrice sprinkled [Sleep powder] Inside her carriage. The party was surprised by Beatrice's act and tried to run away, but they couldn't get out of the carriage. Even when she realized it was a trap, it was a sleeping pill so strong that no screams came out of her throat.
* * *
The wagon arrived at [Alloa Plain] After staying up all night. Beatrice smiled as she sniffed the faint smell of the monster. Beatrice's heart began to throb with the mission of capturing the raid boss, the devil, without killing him. He deliberately brought two priests who could seal the demon tribe.
Beatrice wakes up the sleeping party. Those who were freed from the effects of [Sleep Powder] Slowly rubbed their eyes and stood up. The warrior wrapped his two-handed ax and tried to attack Beatrice, but when Beatrice looked at him with delusional eyes, he withdrew his weapon.
"Come on, let's go."
"I… Can't you see anything?"
"Haaa~ It must be dangerous in the dark like this. Besides, the time when the orcs are in full swing… I can see why you put us to sleep."
"[Goblin's Fire], The raid begins now."
In front of the group, they saw a hole going into the floor. You can also see the rugged and large stairs that fit the physique of orcs, about 1.5 times larger than humans. Beatrice strode into the cave. The warrior and paladin, who should have stood at the forefront, looked at each other, nodded, and stepped in front of the witch.
The group proceeded through the dungeon, relying on the vision of the [Wisp Fire] Cast by Beatrice. It wasn't long before I came into view of a crypt illuminated by torches on the walls. And the distinctive monster smell was also intensely felt. As if they had promised each other, they took out deodorant from their luggage and inhaled it. Beatrice in particular inhaled the smell of mint, feeling it deep and deep in her lungs, like inhaling drugs.
"Sueuueup."
"There is an orc over there… !"
"Yap!"
"Grumble!"
Before they could even dope, the three orcs who spotted them hurriedly grabbed their weapons and rushed at them. Orcs in their mid-50s, but warriors and paladins who received secondary magic from level 70 priests were hard to beat. After a few lines, Beatrice [Fired] With a simple hand gesture.
– Hurreuk
"Kyaa." "Hey… "
"Hold on like that for a little while. Got it?"
Beatrice said while dripping [Lowest level mana potion] At the corner of her mouth. Due to the size of her stomach, Beatrice-class wizards usually do not use potions with low absorption efficiency. This was simply a drink to give faith to the party members.
A priest named Marili, unable to use any magic, grabbed her staff and bowed her head in shame. Although the priest was her burden, Beatrice trusted her.
The party attacked the crypt dungeon at a fairly fast pace. In the first place, it was an Orc raid dungeon with different levels except for the boss, the succubus. Warriors and Paladins also struggled at first because they did not match well, but the experience of level 70 could not be ignored.
Also, according to Beatrice's body clock, she took the deodorant properly, which cancels the buff every 2 hours. Except for Marily, everyone did their part faithfully.
"Now you're the boss."
Beatrice looked at the door, which was studded with tons of orc-type bone powder and crude stone decorations. It was a door that was much bigger and more imposing than when you saw it from the Orc's point of view. A black energy gushing out from near the entrance stretched out like a starfish. The companions also saw the scene and stood tall.
"An enemy that exudes such energy…"
"… Captured alive? Nonsense. Aren't they not succubus, but higher level demons?"
Beatrice felt the tension in the atmosphere, which became more powerful than expected. But she couldn't reach the max level. In [Thearesia], In terms of items alone, it is an enemy that is not up to Beatrice, who is currently the strongest and has a item level of 361. And it is also her own goal, 'Perrin'.
It is said that even a tiger appears when its name is called. The door was opened from the pasture, and a tremendous reverberation spread out and engulfed the party. Beatrice covered her face, but the party, who did not have time to even use their defensive magic, were all enchanted and had purple hearts floating in their eyes. In that state, I was only staring into space.
"… Did you come thief."
"Your name is Perrin."
"… It's okay."
Perrin touched his forehead as soon as he saw Beatrice. Beatrice quickly used the [Sage's Gaze] To check Perrin's stat window.
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[Occupation: Priest] [Subclass: Succubus]
[Level: 42 +40]
[Remaining stats: 19]
[Strength: 3 +20] [Ag: 3 +20] [Intelligence: -1 +20]
[Stamina: 14.5 +20] [Spirit: 10.5] [Charism: 64 +20]
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Perrin's body was so beautiful. If Beatrice hadn't focused on Ferryn's stat window, he could have died from examining the outline of that body with his eyes. He was such a terrible, frighteningly intense attraction. In addition, even the air around her body, which was exposed without a single thread, was stained with its charm and did not move.
"AA AA AA! No!"
Perrin cried out, clutching his head as if in a sudden fit. Her moans of writhing in pain pierced the ears of the party, lewd and sharp. Transitioning into the body of an elf woman, even Beatrice, who was confident that she had lost interest in her body's sexual desire, shuddered as if her heart was pounding. No matter how different her level was, she couldn't overcome the attraction that came from her charm.
Perrin squeezed her hair out, then suddenly calmed down and stared at her Beatrice. Then he shot in a charming voice that took his breath away.
Haha, yes. Damian, did you come here with a body like that because you wanted to know the pleasures of a female body?"
"No."
Perrin approached Beatrice in her stride, moving her feet that melted into the shadows on her floor. Her Perrin's hand touched her Beatrice's robe and the part she touched slowly melted. Beatrice's breasts spilled out like liquid as the fabric around her breasts, especially the larger one, melted.
"Heh, yes. You liked big breasts."
"You are disgusting."
"It's okay~ It will be fine. I'll use her men to give you a taste of the phallus that sticks to the pit of the stomach. We will live happily together."
Perrin's hand touched Beatrice's cheek. Her other hand ran down her neck and between her large breasts. Despite the deodorant effect, Beatrice felt the sweet scent. The aphrodisiac scent overcame the deodorant buff and penetrated Beatrice's body.
"Uhhhhh, together, into the sticky pleasure."
"Yes… ♡!"
Beatrice closed her eyes tightly at the pleasure Perrin was arousing. It was the first time she knew how sensitive her own body was, and how frightening the throbbing sensation in her lower abdomen was. Perrin licked Beatrice's lips, her seductive mouth grinning.
"You can't go against it."
"Ahhhhh… ♡!"
A nasal sound that even she couldn't believe came from Beatrice and her back twitched. As her body trembled, her large breasts moved too. Perrin's tail wrapped around Beatrice's thigh. Another finger opens the crack of Beatrice's secret and enters. It was already somewhat wet there.
"Ha, uhh… ♡!"
"Now, show me how you fall into lust too."
"Demon… ! That's it!"
She became a burden to the party. Marily, who had been struggling with her heart so far, was the first to overcome her fascination and held out her wand to Perrin.
Perrin glared at the priestess with her bug-eyed eyes. In an instant, she closed the distance and tried to strike her staff, but Beatrice, who regained her senses, bound her Perrin with her magic.
"… Come on, come on, see… Seal it!"
"Damian, why are you!"
The glowing thread of the [Demon Seal] From Marily surrounded Perrin. Perrin convulses in pain as she is surrounded by her sealing gin. Even the way she looked was really attractive.
"Aww… ♡!"
"Town…"
Beatrice tightly shuts her eyes and bites her lips so as not to be seduced by Perrin's charms. She will be able to break the curse on anyone here anyway if she goes to her own brother, [Damian] Who is her paladin. Dangerous levels of aphrodisiac infused into her body set her body ablaze and her genitals ached, but Beatrice endured it, even cutting herself into her own arms.
"Beatrice-sama, are you okay?"
"Oh, it's okay because… Cover it with that demon sealing technique."
"Yes! All right."
Marily, who had never been confident before coming to the dungeon, answered firmly. Beatrice glared at Ferryn, who was bumbling around, and found one more unbelievable correction in her own [Sage's Eye].
Her new unique modifier that Beatrice saw in her was [Destruction].