King of succubus

450  Are you my lord?

It was supposed to be a morning like any other; my lord is always nailed in the throne room, and Elena takes care of the distribution of weapons and artifacts created by Heepha and his assistants.

Greed and Feyre take care of perfecting our magical defenses by studying the origins of ancient runes.

As for me, well, as always, I took care of all the other paperwork and monitored the surroundings of the planet, to avoid any attackers taking advantage of the Lord's absence to take us in.

Supposedly duty, Fy perfectly enjoyed his sadistic hobby that is supposed to be training.

As I had just said, these stains, now become our daily life, made me think that everything would go as usual.

This impression was nothing more than an assumption. And regardless of my assumptions, the discomfort I feel at the current time told me quite the opposite.

This discomfort is none other than calm.

"It's suspicious," I whispered while looking at the dancing stars in the form of shooting stars in the night sky.

**Monarch of souls, we have an emergency.** Suddenly, Zakiel's voice reached me by telepathy.

Speaking of him, to prevent other mercenaries from coming to disturb us, I had ordered Zakiel to bring his troops to the forefront to exterminate all other troublemakers.

It is partly thanks to them that peaceful days have flowed since the last attack of the first troublemakers that had already taken place five months ago.

**Zakiel, what's it about?**

**I would like to consult you before decimating the residents of a war arch that is dangerously approaching the planet.**

**...**

How strange, this is the first time that Zakiel has consulted me for these kinds of decisions.

Although... I doubt that they are enemies, otherwise...

Without losing one more second, Askald puts his two fingers on his forehead and finally addresses Zakiel after a brief moment of silence.

**Should I conclude that it is this woman?**

**Affirmative. She's also accompanied by a woman and an army of several thousand men. According to our information, the woman looks like Thumb.**

**Hmm... no one cares, order one of your henchmen to escort them.**

**You are on...- Very good. I would proceed according to your orders, Lord Askald. **

Even if he was surprised by Askald's decision in the first place, he immediately dispels any hesitation.

After hearing Zakiel's words, Askald sighs heavily.

'Well, how will she react now? It may be better to put in place a backup plan to prevent any scrupulous event from recurring with this woman.' He then got up and ironed his dress, crumpled by the slabs, with a simple hand movement.

"Shadow."

As soon as he mumbled Shadow's name in a low voice, Shadow instantly appeared in his shadow.

"Do you know what you still have to do?"

"Yes, I'm just waiting for your orders, Monarch." Shadow nods his head while briefly contemplating the night sky in his turn.

"Good." Following this brief but satisfied answer, Askald then continued.

"Is Gargantua ready for deployment?"

His twisted smile resurfaced when he heard Askald's question.

"Yes Sir, even if it took a little longer than expected, Greed told me his report that it should no longer be influenced by the Arcane of absolute annulation of the Crystaluses."

Seeing his unexpected excitement and hearing his enthusiastic words, Askald raises his eyebrows.

"Ho? As expected, from the good news. But be careful, it's just a test, nothing more or less."

In addition, the planet, already in shadow pain, darkens more as Azalea's gigantic ship approaches the sphere whose size is no less intimidating than some hundred Jupiters assembled in one.

Askald contemplates the sky, more precisely beyond the heavens while frowning.

Seeing his frowning, Shadow asks him. "What are your orders?"

"No, let's not do anything eagerly, the good things must be tasted slowly to fully enjoy their aromas with our taste buds." Askald's smile grew on his lips, almost disfiguring his face; an enough captivating detail to allow anyone to understand that he had a twisted idea behind his head.

Shadow couldn't help but frown when he saw his smile more demonic than his own.

'That said, I don't know if the master would appreciate the decision we are about to make.' He then mutters in his mind while ignoring Shadow who was staring at him.

But at that moment, a mysterious voice reached him directly in his mind.

[I see that you are always cruel in your plans, Askald.]

His smile immediately faded on his lips, no, even worse, it was replaced by an agitation which showed his doubt and mistrust.

'This voice is...-!!

Before he sorted out his thoughts, the silhouette of a young man barely twenties' flashed in front of him, floating nonchalantly in the sky with his hands in the pockets of his white coat.

Askald and Shadow looked at each other and saw that they had the same confused eyes about the identity of the mysterious young man, who suddenly flashed near them.

"Who exactly are you!?" Hating the unexpected, especially in tense situations, Askald instantly shows his fangs and his murderous aura of cataclysmic ferocity.

No matter how much he tried to find the clues, he couldn't find anything concrete enough.

The young man had curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and a silly smile that set him apart from all of them.

But more than anything, Askald could not feel the slightest fluctuation of energy emanating from him not mention to feel his dangerousness level.

In any case, his mistrust of this stranger made him irritated to the greatest extent that he forgot the colossal titan that overshadowed them with its shade.

In addition,

"Haha, Askald, I missed being able to contemplate this expression on your face."

Askald's face shaded with rage about the strange but familiar young man's arrogance.

"What do you have...-

The seed of doubt that had just been implanted in his mind began to germinate as he listened to the incomprehensible but nevertheless familiar words of the young man.

'Does, by the greatest chance, this boy be...no, it's impossible.' His cervical fats burned at lightning speed as he used all his cognitive faculties to find clues.

While caution is barking for him, Shadow begins to smile stealthily before ending up laughing.

"Hahah... you have exceeded yourself, I feel like I have already witnessed this scene."

Hearing him laugh so casually, even the mysterious guy was momentarily stunned by this unexpected scene.

"Don't make fun, it's nothing funny, Shadow." At the end, seeing that Shadow identified him, the curled boy slammed his tongue while scolding Shadow.

"Huh!?" Askald frowns, always looking far away.

"No, it's not this appearance that makes me laugh, but your saying. Are you sure that the repercussions are limited only to your appearance?"

"...Sigh, you are at least more efficient in such a situation, unlike our strategist."

"..." -Askald.

"However, I've no time to debate this subject. I know I owe you explanations, but it will wait. For the time, go and welcome our guests as they should. I don't intend to lose such a--

"You two, you're going to explain to me what-!" Askald stops halfway through his sentence and looks at Shadow who was always stifling his laughter.

"I order you to explain to me what you are doing with this...kid." For a reason that Askald himself does not know, he did not dare to continue his sentence in an authoritative voice, when he saw the mysterious guy smile jovially while shaking his head toward Shadow.

"..."

The worst thing was to see Shadow prioritize the young man's orders before his own.

But at least, it allowed him to understand the situation as a whole.

Suddenly, as he settled up things in his mind, his face lost all its color before he turned gray, then red while his cheeks also swelled like those of Shadow when he tried to stifle his laughter.

Despite being aware that he must keep his serious look in such a situation, it was one of the greatest challenges he had ever faced in an eternity.

"A single giggle and I would make you suffer the same tragedy."

This simple sentence from Alvine was more than enough to make them lose all desire to laugh.

A detail that testified to Alvine's misfortune by wanting to play with powers that were not inferior to his.

But despite his warnings that made Askald and Shadow lose all desire to laugh, they still had waves of curiosity buzzing around their heads.

'Is he really our lord??' Askald couldn't help but ask himself.

As for Alvine, seeing that they could not abandon their curiosity for a long time, Alvine sighed to obtemperate his stocky mood before mumbling…

"Sigh, reincarnation."

"...Pardon?" Askald asks after hearing his pseudo-lord mumble these words.

Alvine continues, even if everything showed that he did not want to explain the subject. "Let's say that I was momentarily trapped in this juvenile body after absorbing part of Isolet's power." He said with a sullen smile.

"No, I don't understand anything in what you just said, my lord. However, you master the power of reincarnation. Plus, your appearance has not changed little, but radically. How did you get trapped by this--

"Don't force me to repeat myself, Askald, I may be strong, but I'm not omnipotent; I thought I told you this sentence over and over again."

"...Given the results, I can no longer suspect it," Askald mutters with a sneaky smile on his lips.

While hearing Askald's sarcasm, Alvine tilts his head aside.

"Askald, for some stupid reason, I feel hurt by your words. If I were in your place, I would monitor my sarcasm side while waiting to better understand the different factors that can dangerously cause the emotions of your interlocutor to fluctuate... still unstable in this body." He then retorted while dangerously smiling toward Askald as if he were his cursed enemy.