King of succubus

451  Back to the training room in the basement.

Despite Alvine's advertisement, Askald still seems indifferent.

All he could see was the smile of a 'harmless' young man who was trying to threaten him with his smile.

Unlike other times, instead of feeling chills, he found it even funnier than Alvine's pretender attempts.

'Tsk! Cursed Firefly Goddess; she had me on this one. But the good news is that I was able to regain 80% of my powers of yesteryear; it remains to be seen whether my new skills, so far inaccessible, will serve me a few things.' He said to himself while looking at his hand that lit up with a white aura that was no less weak than Isolet's.

Askald and Shadow frown when they see Alvine manifest a white aura. The color of the aura was not the real problem, but its meaning.

Ignoring their frantic heartbeats, he continues in his daydreaming. 'Finally, the good news with this body is, as I had planned, allows me to interact more familiarly with my subordinates. On the other hand, by forgetting this slight problem with my appearance, I have not lost any of my abilities related to darkness.

-Even better, since I have now reached the high-level supreme rank, I can now use most of my arcana without worrying about running out of stamina, my appearance may be weak from the outside, but this body is stronger than my former's.

-View from this angle, what am I complaining about? Not to mention that this appearance is only momentary.'

While he was fully focused on his thoughts, Askald scraped his throat to attract his attention.

"M-My lord, what do you plan to do now?"

Peeking at him, Alvine realized that Askald had become the person he knew again.

"Well, for this time, I will welcome this woman and ask what she has behind her head; even if I have an idea about it. Then we'll talk about what's next." Throughout his explanations, his eyes were on Azalea's warship approaching them.

"Excuse me if my words seem disrespectful, but I'm talking about your appearance. Wouldn't it be better to regain your normal appearance while waiting for...-

"I know what you're worried about, Askald. But it is not a simple relooking that will create some problems. Plus, even if I can change my appearance, it requires a large amount of energy to remain in symbiosis with my new holy powers. I must master them as quickly as possible." Even if his decision seems to be the right one, Askald and Shadow strongly doubt it.

'I feel it's going to be the opposite.' Strangely, Askald and Shadow had the same thoughts in their minds after hearing his explanations.

Time passes slowly but gradually.

After a moment that looked like a minute, Zakiel appeared in front of Askald.

"Monarch Askald, I was able to get in touch with--

Despite being the embodiment of the absolute "cold blood" vocabulary, Zakeil had the same reaction as Asklad as soon as he noticed Alvine's presence.

His confused look then switched between Shadow and Askald like a desperate guy, who was waiting for explanations.

Finally finding another opportunity to tease Alvine, the most vicious man scrapes his throat and

smiles amazingly.

"Ah, Zakiel, what bothers you so much? Why are you so surprised to see our dear young master?" No need to say that these words come from Shadow.

Zakiel squints his eyes twice in a row.

But knowing Shadow's sneaky frolics, he asks Askald through his stares.

"..."

The latter remains silent. But the little nod on his part testified to his confirmation of Shadow's words, even if they had been pronounced in an unsightly way.

Zakiel swallows his saliva, both confused but strangely delighted through his smile.

He then bows slightly to Alvine. "It's an honor to meet you, young master."

"Young master?" Alvine raises one of his eyebrows as he unconsciously repeats the title that Shadow had just given him and Zakiel seems to take it seriously.

'Does he take me for...

Before Alvine finished analyzing Zakiel's thoughts, Zakiel immediately disinterested himself in him and continued his report to Askald.

"As I said, I was able to get in touch with the Queen of the Crystaluses, according to her, she came with her subordinates to finish the terms of the agreement that her two servants had made with our lord."

Zakiel explains while stealing a few curious looks at Alvine, who's beginning to understand what’s going on with Zakiel’s thoughts.

With the air of nothing, Askald nods his head with an understandable mindset. "I intended to have a little fun with them to put their backs on the wall to see what this queen is capable of doing, but it looks like I'm going to put my plans on standby."

He then looks at Alvine. "We lack space for such a ship, but I doubt it's a good idea to let them park it with our other ships. Do I have to create an independent space for…-

Alvine cut him off. "It won't be necessary, Askald."

"??"

"I would take care of that afterward. For now, I will go to my private apartments; send me a message after settling all the paperwork concerning their homes and others." He continues after seeing their confusion.

But before leaving, he looks at Shadow. "You better resolve this misunderstanding before I return, Shadow."

"Uh, it will be done according to your orders, my lord." For the first time, Shadow felt Alvine's familiar oppression; hence his hasty response and his frantic air.

Following this, he disappears in front of everyone after the sequel.

Zakiel, who had just witnessed this scene, smiled briefly. "As expected from our lord's descendants."

"..." Shadow's eyes widen with disbelief when he sees that even Zakiel, usually acute, was easily fooled by his bad joke, which seems to take on a disproportionate scale.

Askald, on the other hand, smiles slyly when he sees Shadow's shady expression. "I have things to do, you will settle this between you." Even if he looked like someone who did not want to get involved in the problems of others, he simply wanted to stay out of any problems.

Above all, Unlike Shadow, he seems to have already guessed Zakiel's sneaky intentions.

'Being able to read people's memories without their knowledge, I'm sure Zakiel already knows everything. But it may be his way of returning to Shadow the change of his coins.' Askald's smile was somewhat superb as he mumbled in his thoughts while watching Zakiel perfectly play the role of ignorant.

And without Shadow being able to say anything to convince Askald to hand, the latter subsequently vanished as if he were fleeing a tumor.

Having no other choice, Shadow sighs with bitterness and puts his hand on Zakiel's shoulder while looking at him with cold eyes, using all his serious air.

"Zakiel, even if I can't blame you for believing in me, and I'm happy to hear that you have such esteem for me, you must forget my bad joke."

"Don't worry, I'm not as slow as you. It's not a simple change of appearance that will dive me into error." Zakiel retorts in a monologue tone.

"Huh? A simple change of appearance? Does this mean that you can...- tsk, no chance.

-But more than anything, if you know all this, why were you pretending, master Zakiel? Because of you, our Lord has eyes on me, it doesn't look like you, Zakiel. Do I have to understand that you can get angry about such trivial things?" He frowns, no longer being able to ignore his persistent discomfort.

"I only follow the Lord's indicated orders." Zakiel retorted with an inexorable voice.

"..."

"He knows what I'm capable of, he is just looking for a way to punish you for your insolence. And this way... is me."

"..." Shadow's pulse accelerates as he listens to Zakiel's words.

'This skull just takes this opportunity to take his revenge on all the troubles I have inflicted on him in the past.'

"Zakiel, I would remember it." He retorts with resentful eyes.

But Zakiel was always indifferent to him; if we forget his small and rare smile.

"I'm not a resentful person, Shadow; especially towards a subordinate. Finally, how to say... do as you see fit."

--

-BOOOM!!

Basement, top floor, Alvine's special training room.

The latter, as always, is currently training with the golem army which protects the basements to prevent any intruder from accessing the core of the planet; even though no one had settled a foot since their creations.

But recently, they have no other features than to be butted by the sadist who enjoyed his new abilities.

Even if they are golems devoid of soul and emotions, this perpetual recycling cycle was not pleasant to watch.

"...I guess they won't be of any use to me anymore." Standing on the mountain of the ruined golems, Alvine always kept his appearance as a young teenager.

Despite his battle, he did not seem to have had difficulty taking care of them, unlike the previous times.

"Well, maybe I should take the next step." He then jumps from the corpse mountain and lands thirty meters from them.

Still dressed in his white and spotless coat, he takes off one of his black gloves and throws it aside before pointing his bare palm at the piles of chores.

[Time concept: back to the origin.]

As soon as he murmurs this enchantment, his dark black aura manifests itself through his body and influences the golems that reconstitute themselves.

In only ten seconds, everything became as before; the ruined army turned into an imposing army, with the same suffocating presence force.

'No, it's not okay. Even if I have had a pretty development, I still find it difficult to know the extent of my powers. How should I go about it?' With his thumb supporting his chin and the other hand crossed, he ignores the golems that were beginning to encircle him in a formation formerly established by his strategist.

"These golems work according to the parameters put in place by Askald; they are all equipped with systems similar to those that Randolph had implanted in me but more powerful. But...-

-Swoosh!!