Chapter 498
Chapter 498
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 498
Chapter Title: Junior Priest Kim Katt
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The room tucked away in the corner was surprisingly tidy for a cheap lodging.
Living in the city, this one naturally holes up in places like this. I figured she'd pop back to hell whenever it suited her, but apparently not.
More importantly, how the hell does she make money?
"Hehehe, what do you think of my room? Smells nice, doesn't it?"
Hildegart said as she casually shrugged off her coat. There was some kind of peculiar scent in the air... but nothing off about it.
"Open the window."
"Oh dear. What if sounds leak out?"
"Even if they do, how much could escape?"
"True enough."
I threw open the window right away and dragged over a chair to sit across from her. If it reeks, you've got to air it out. This was definitely an aphrodisiac aroma.
Once the smell cleared, I'd shut it again.
But Hildegart didn't stop at the coat—she started stripping off her inner layers too.
"Then I'll go first. Your turn to undress."
"...You wanna die? Peel off one more layer and you might get thrashed like onion skins."
"Huh? This is my space, isn't it? Can't I undress freely?"
"You fucking bitch, you wanna keep talking shit even if I draw my sword?"
I half-pulled my blade and stood up. She frantically refastened the hook on her bra and yelped.
"Aaah! I'm joking! First time bringing a man here, got too excited. There, there. Calm down and sit."
Fuck, I'd just gotten the combat priest gear, so I'd hold back.
"One sec."
—Swish.
Suddenly, Hildegart's body was shrouded in pink mist. What the hell kind of trick was this? As the haze cleared, her human guise vanished, replaced by her true succubus form.
"...No one's around to see anyway."
The monster lurking beneath the human woman's facade had emerged.
Her sclera turned pitch black, wings sprouted from her back, a devilish tail formed, her ears stretched long, and horns jutted from her head. The real deal succubus.
"Maintaining a human form takes effort too, you know?"
"What about clothes?"
Her outfit had shifted to quintessential succubus lewdness—skimpy lingerie that barely covered 10% of her breasts or crotch.
"Isn't it a treat for the eyes? Since we're chatting, lewd attire makes it better, right? At least to please you, Sir Knight. Enjoy yourself."
—Grope, grope.
She flashed a seductive smile while fondling her own breasts.
I'll admit it's fucking hot, but that's all.
"Don't squeeze your tits mid-sentence, you fucking bitch."
"...You're no fun at all."
"When a guest shows up, of course you hold back on that shit. Ever heard of manners?"
She let out a sigh at my words.
"Sigh. Human etiquette is tough. But you teaching me bit by bit makes me so happy. Hehehe, care to teach me more manners? Hey, Sir Knight. When a woman invites a man to her room, the proper etiquette is..."
"Aw, fuck."
Being around this bitch stalled any real conversation. Every damn line, she'd try some seduction that fell flat.
"Whatever. Racial traits and all that. Just spill on Andromalius. I'm fucking busy."
The smell seemed aired out, so I shut the window.
"Aw, what a shame. Fine, I'll share what I know. First, could you describe the situation in detail?"
I laid out the straight facts.
Demon gate was real. Andromalius crawling out was real. Killing it was real. Even tossed in what the bastard muttered.
"Hmm... Leaving behind a demon's body part is pretty rare. Usually, weak demons just melt away completely on this side."
"So only the super strong ones leave remains?"
"Not always... Easier to chalk it up to random chance. Though Count Andromalius seems like a special case."
Hildegart leaned back against the chair, crossing her legs. She was blatantly on display now, but I decided to ignore it.
"Looks like Andromalius tried a hasty, desperate summoning. But that's impossible. The stronger the demon, the longer it takes to cross over."
Stronger demons take more time to manifest?
Made sense.
If uber-powerful demons could pop through instantly whenever, the human world would've been fucked ages ago.
Andromalius alone had tangled with five veteran holy knights by himself.
Holy knights were top-tier elites. Fanatical zeal, killer training regimens, inhuman drills—the cream of the crop.
How much time and cash does it take a regular human to become one? A strong demon could squash several combined. If they spawned willy-nilly, total apocalypse.
"You repelled Count Andromalius, right? Incomplete summoning did him in. They usually take ages to summon properly. Rushed job in minutes weakened him big time."
"Fair point. Then the arm sticking around?"
"The arm... Probably that's all he managed. Summoned just enough for an arm's worth."
"Motherfucker."
Bottom line: a powerhouse like Andromalius needed forever for a full crossover, but this slapdash few-minute summon left him pathetically feeble.
More precisely, the battle power of one damn arm.
That's how we won.
Somehow.
Full strength? Churches would've needed their entire armies.
"Of course, a demon that strong comes with omens for a proper summon—humans can prep defenses. No reason for one to manifest like that anyway. This whole thing's unusual. A gate, you say..."
Hildegart didn't know the full story either.
"Anyway, Andromalius is one hell of a demon. Rules over a whole region like a lord. Tyrant, lunatic... A terrifying monster who flies into rages if his curiosity goes unsatisfied."
"Sounds fucking terrifying."
Full-power Andromalius throwing a hissy fit over answers? Most folks would've atomized on the spot. Hearing it now, yeah, scary shit.
"But the fucker said he'd definitely come after us later."
"Maybe? Strong demons like that take forever to recover too. Who knows."
She replied like it was no big deal.
"...Got it. Wait, didn't you get your ass handed to you by me and bounce back after like a month? Doesn't take him long either?"
"Umm... I'm not a demon on his level. Honestly, that was dicey, but I pulled through somehow. The things done to my body... Kyaa."
She clutched her breasts and let out a playful squeal.
"Thinking back, it's kinda thrilling."
"Crazy bitch!"
"Hehehe, yeah. Seems I'm crazy. For you, Sir Knight."
This fucker must've drained human essence dry to recover that fast.
Explains the quick turnaround!
"You fucking sucked every last drop of human essence for your 'recovery,' didn't you?!"
"Yep. Succubus thing—had to."
"Unforgivable. Time for the nice place. The one way over yonder."
I went to draw my sword, but she waved her hands frantically and shouted.
"No, no! I didn't kill anyone! Put the sword away!"
"Didn't kill?"
"Right! Just siphon essence—why kill? Fewer men hurts us too! Slipped into dreams, took a little sip. They'd wake up tired, sure."
"That so?"
"Swear it. Believe me. Don't wanna lie and earn your hate. Pure facts."
"Huh."
Looked sincere enough, but still shady.
Even so.
"I'll buy it."
"Really?!"
"Total bullshit, but your info scored me big. Like I said, super grateful."
"Sir Knight...!"
Tears welled in her pitch-black eyes. —Swish, swish. Her tail thrashed wildly behind her. Monster or not, she'd helped willingly.
"And I'm not a knight."
"I know."
"What? Then why keep calling me one?"
"Don't men love that kind of flattery? Thought it'd make you happy. Human guys idolize knights."
What the fuck.
"Can I use your name now?"
"Go for it."
"Aaah!"
She clasped her hands and shot to her feet. Shockingly, her thighs glistened with arousal. Why do all the women around me leak like this?
"Katt-nim!"
"..."
"Katt-nim, Katt-nim, Katt-nim, Katt-nim?"
She started chanting my name nonstop.
"Katt-nim!"
"Quit it, fucker."
"Hehe, hehehe...! Hoot, haoot...! Haaoot!"
Grinning like mad, she covered her mouth midway, then slid her hand downward.
—Gulp, gulp.
She started fingering her pussy right there, masturbating!
"Aaah, Katt-nim, really... just the name... Hoot! Hauung! Huuung!"
"You fucker! Jerk off to me and you're dead!"
"Kyaa!"
—Bang!
I kicked the table to halt her antics.
"Ow ow... Really hurts. You're too much."
Hildegart whined, ass planted on the floor from the fall.
"You pick the most punchable shit to do, fucker."
All my goodwill evaporated.
"Sorry. Couldn't help it just now... Ka, Katt-nim. Hehe... Aaah, so happy. You let me use your name."
She looked genuinely thrilled, but reality's a bitch.
Grateful or not, no way I'd give this one my essence.
"Happy's good. Grateful's grateful, but cut the seduction crap. Go hunt some other guy. I'm married."
"...Why say that?"
Her face fell instantly.
"Normally I'd kill you, but gratitude means words only. Sad? Toughen up, head to hell, snag another dude. Better that way. Thanks for the reward, but I got nothing to give. No essence, period."
"Sigh... Trying to comfort me?"
"Halfway."
Hildegart stood with a sigh.
Demons warranted instant kills per my creed, but it also demanded settling scores properly. Her info's boon was huge—this was fair compromise.
"Getting rejected and still thrilled... weird, huh? You're awful. Scored big rewards thanks to me... Could just pretend and chat—that'd satisfy me."
"Sad act won't fly."
"What will? Tell me. How'd your other wives snag you? Beyond looks, seduction, and aphrodisiacs, I got nothing. What's the appeal of human or elf women?"
"Uh... Trade secret."
Plenty of reasons.
"Anyway, eternal farewell. Live well. Forget my essence."
"No way. I'll keep following you."
"Don't."
"Then kill me."
"Perfect!"
—Shing!
I drew to strike, but she panicked with excuses.
"Aaah! Not serious! Total joke! Just annoyed! Sword away, please! Woman's petty bitching—cut me slack!"
"Too bad."
"...Bet you're not serious."
"Joke, obviously. Don't smack info sources."
"So damn straightforward..."
Straightforward? Nah, just sensible.
"Anyway, I'm out."
Time to head back.
"...Bye then. No slash on sight today at least. Heard thanks... Building trust like this makes me so happy. Kinda thrilling."
This bitch.
"Katt-nim, see you next time."
"No, fuck off."
"Won't quit till you hug me."
"Cunt."
"Can't ease up on curses? Sigh. Fine, next good intel I'll share. Then you'll talk?"
"...Sure."
Good intel?
No reason to refuse.
"Hehehe! Deal! Safe travels, be happy! Aaah, bet I'll sleep smiling tonight! Thanks for listening!"
Bright send-off echoed behind me, but I just waved once.
Now, homeward.
Not a long trek, and everyone should've be up by now.
But heading to the lord's castle in a week...
What the hell do I even say for greetings?