Chapter 141
Chapter 141
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 141
Chapter Title: If You Don't Want to Stand Alone
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“Hmm?”
Lilite, who had been rolling around tangled up with her sleeping bag for days on end, suddenly snapped her eyes wide open.
She glanced around suspiciously, her posture just like a meerkat on high alert after sensing a predator nearby.
“…What are you doing?”
Trisha, who had been lying quietly beside her, keeping a close watch on Lilite’s every move, reacted with utter bewilderment.
Lilite had been fine until just now, but suddenly her eyes flashed with a fierce blue glint as she scanned the surroundings, looking for all the world like she’d spotted an archenemy she wanted to beat to death on the spot.
Meanwhile, Lilite crawled out of her sleeping bag entirely, tilting her head this way and that before letting out a sigh and plopping down into a chair.
“I just felt something really dangerous.”
“What the hell are you talking about? You saying there’s an enemy among the barbarian warriors or something?”
“I told you, if you don’t use proper respect, you’re really gonna get it.”
“…”
A chilling warning from the Succubus Queen.
Anyone else would’ve shrunk back in fear and promised to behave, but Trisha was different.
Her personality was prickly to begin with, and bearing the stigma had naturally built up a tolerance against the pressure of the strong.
‘Ugh, when am I gonna get a chance to pin her down and give her a good thrashing.’
No point dragging this out.
There was that human saying about how a stick was the cure for mad dogs, or sparing the rod spoils the child—something like that.
If Trisha got out of hand, it wouldn’t just be trouble for Lilite; her other sisters would suffer too, and ultimately, it’d reflect badly on Sion.
Better to pick a day soon and establish the pecking order once and for all.
‘Once we’re back on Sion’s land, I’m slamming her face into the dirt for real. Make sure she never climbs back up.’
Oblivious to Lilite’s sinister scheming, Trisha seemed curious about why Lilite had suddenly jumped up and paced around looking so uneasy.
“What’s going on? Did something bad happen to Sion? You said you can sense that kind of thing. Like something wrong with his body or…”
“Nothing like that, little one.”
“Little one…”
Trisha was almost an adult herself—just two days shy—and being called a kid left her dumbfounded.
But what could she do? In the current situation, she was the weaker one compared to Lilite.
‘Urgh.’
Trisha swallowed a groan and waited obediently for her to continue.
She knew picking a fight here would just get her scolded by Sion.
‘Should I tell her or not?’
Lilite crossed her arms, pondering, before finally looking at Trisha and slowly opening her mouth.
“I had a really ominous feeling that we’re about to get another sister.”
“…Sister?”
Trisha nearly blurted out something ridiculous like, *Are you saying you have siblings? Or maybe parents?*
The Succubus Queen, Lilite, chuckled in disbelief and shook her head at the question.
Then she gave an answer that wouldn’t sit well with either of them.
“I’ve got a hunch that another woman’s about to join Sion.”
“…?”
Trisha wondered for a second if she’d misheard.
Sion wasn’t here in Aegior’s Gers right now; he was way off in Karta.
Even riding nonstop, it took hours to get there, according to the barbarian warriors.
For this woman to speak about Sion’s situation in that distant place like she was watching it unfold right in front of her—it was absurd.
“How do you know that?”
“Tsk tsk. That’s why you’re still a kid. Any woman of Sion’s has to have at least this level of intuition as basic equipment.”
“…Bullshit.”
“Sounds like bullshit, right? You’ll see later. You’ll feel the difference yourself. Little. Girl.”
Trisha scowled at Lilite’s staccato emphasis.
But rebutting her was tough—the woman before her radiated mature allure, a perfect specimen of femininity, and even her demeanor was beyond reproach.
*How the hell is this woman a Succubus Queen, some evil demon? She could pass for an angel!*
Trisha inwardly railed in frustration.
Whoosh, flicker—
The flames within her rippled faintly.
*It’s just because she’s dressed all prim and proper right now, talking and acting so ladylike.*
And finally, *Is that the power of love?* she muttered to herself before quieting down.
*Whatever. I wouldn’t lose to her in the power of love either.*
If Sion had heard Trisha, he definitely would’ve retorted that it wasn’t love—it was obsession.
Catching Trisha’s odd gaze, Lilite shook her head and decided it was time to shut down this clueless Black Flame Dragon.
“Ah, aaah! I want it, I want it so bad!”
“…What the hell are you saying all of a sudden?”
“Aaahhh! I wanna have sex with Sionnn!”
“What?”
“I wanna have sex! I want it! With Sion!”
“Ke, kehak! Cough, cough!”
Lilite’s playful words got an instant reaction.
Trisha, still sitting, choked as if stricken, pounding her chest with puhak! sounds.
Her face flushed beet red from shock and embarrassment; she kept slapping her chest, desperately trying to calm down.
“Aah, it’s so empty without Sion here. Aaaah! Normally, he’d mag like this on my chest, stroking all over, then sliding lower and lower…”
“GyaAAAAH!”
Trisha bolted up, screaming that she couldn’t take it anymore, and fled the tent.
Her wild shriek drew stares from the kingdom’s guards nearby, who watched in confusion as she sprinted across the plains like a madwoman.
“Crazy bitch.”
Lilite cackled, finally free to roll around alone in peace. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
She didn’t know what it was exactly, but that bad feeling was real.
Not a Succubus Queen power, but something twice as sharp—woman’s intuition.
‘Sion always picks up some girl wherever he goes. I warned him so clearly… he wouldn’t get tangled up again, right? No way. If he doesn’t wanna dry up and die, he’d better watch it.’
There was her, the Succubus Queen herself; Risica, the elite knight; Lucia, the mage who’d mastered martial arts.
And that wasn’t all.
Then there was Lia, who’d pounce the second her heat hit; and finally, Trisha, the obsessive maniac whose mere existence was insane.
Even five bodies wouldn’t be enough to handle them all, so surely Sion wouldn’t stir up more trouble. That was Lilite’s rational assessment.
‘…But humans have a knack for irrational crap.’
There was that famous saying: ominous hunches are never wrong.
Rationally, no—but her succubus instincts screamed that another woman was headed for Sion’s side.
Lilite worried for real about what weirdo he’d drag back this time, laughing awkwardly with an “Ahaha!”
“I’m getting hungry, Sion…”
Succubi were always hungry, no matter how much they ate.
Normally, she’d fly over every night to drain him dry of essence, real or imagined—but that’d wreck a man in seconds, so she held back.
And truth be told, she was the one who’d collapse first from exhaustion.
‘Ugh, if not for that damn contract, I’d win day and night.’
She kept up her regal queenly poise around others.
But the second she melted into Sion’s arms, her body and mind turned to mush, reduced to whimpering.
*When the hell am I gonna beat Sion?*
Lilite messed up her hair in frustration, sighed, and wished time would fly.
Tomorrow, Sion would return from Karta with their answer.
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“I’ve got your answer.”
Sion jumped at Zhan barging in first thing in the morning, only to jump again at her blunt declaration.
Just yesterday, she’d been hemming and hawing, clearly agonizing.
For her to transform overnight into this coldly detached woman storming in with “Got your answer”—it was hard to stay calm.
‘…Her face is a mess. Did she fail to convince the tribe and choose war? Or did she decide to fight the kingdom herself?’
Either way, it wasn’t welcome news for Sion.
Fairies causing chaos across Hispania was clear proof that the demon purges inside the Holy Prussen Kingdom beyond Nudia were nearly set.
To get Nudia and Hispania to attack demons living in the mortal lands alongside Holy Prussen, they were stirring up unrest everywhere and framing it on the demons.
It must’ve been baffling for the demons living quietly, but reasoning with revenge-blinded Hispania, rotten Nudia’s leadership, and fanatic central Holy Prussen was impossible.
Mutual slaughter ensued, countless named ones got shredded, and the continent’s power halved.
The spilled blood, curses, and hatred accelerated the heavenly host’s arrival, letting them burst out of their sanctuary as desired.
‘But what came wasn’t the salvation fairies and fanatics preached. It was purification—reducing everything to ashes.’
The celestials were clever.
They knew they weren’t invincible, never got cocky.
So they’d used fairies to rig everything beforehand, ensuring no blades turned fully on them.
For example, unleashing all monsters from Hispania’s northern Blade Mountains to ravage human lands.
If Eos and Zhan were around, the northern barbarians might’ve held with some losses—but in the novel, both warriors had retired by then.
No leaders to guide, no heroes to lead the charge— the tribes got swept away, monsters overran the kingdom’s north and tore through the land.
‘That all? The unchecked southern pirates wrecked Nudia and Hispania’s fragile sea trade routes. No trade, not even basic shipping—both kingdoms collapsed completely.’
Nudia’s royals had sold out to fairies from the start; Hispania’s got wiped out due to Princess Vanessa’s carelessness.
Perfect apocalypse, world’s end.
In that hell, the last hope was protagonist Kim Yu-hyun.
He could beat celestials, had fame, and—late as it was—saw through the celestials’ and fairies’ villainy to prepare countermeasures.
‘Too damn late, though.’
Sion aimed to fix that flaw.
And so far, he’d succeeded.
Prevented kingdom fractures, spared named ones needless deaths.
Come north to plant a reliable shield; preemptively crush threats to the chaotic age—like smashing Count Sefer Kashugar’s skull.
‘But Zhan Temuchin at this timing. If the Khan turns, the north falls apart.’
He’d thought he could persuade her—overconfidence?
Now, removal was the only option, but no Kim Yu-hyun here.
Risica was skilled, but no guarantee against Zhan.
Show killing intent, and she’d likely take out Sion and Risica instead.
“Sion Klauzen.”
Yeah, I’m here.
Wonder what she’ll say.
Declaring war?
Failed to sway the tribe?
Or maybe she’s strong enough to give the northern tribes what they want…
“Marry me.”
…What the fuck did I just hear?
Sion nearly asked Risica to slap him, thinking he’d hallucinated—only to see her eyes bulge like full moons, body trembling, hand on her sword hilt, ready to draw any second.
So it wasn’t his imagination alone.
“Uh, Zhan Temuchin. What did I just hear…”
“In the north, tribes seeking closeness have one surefire, best way. Engagement alliances—blood ties beyond mere pacts.”
Zhan’s eyes shook violently as she forced out the words while staring at Sion; it was impressive, hilarious, and the sheer absurdity had Sion bursting into laughter unwittingly.
“Don’t laugh. I’m dead serious.”
“Ah, sorry. So you and me. Becoming husband and wife?”
“Yes. Then Karta’s warriors and tribesmen will stay quiet for a while. Attacking a marriage ally is the very last, last resort.”
“…Haa.”
Sion clutched his face and sighed.
He’d never imagined this outcome—it felt all wrong.
Pondering what to say, Risica cut in sharply from beside him.
“Why’d it come to this all of a sudden, Temuchin?”
“…Who knows.”
Zhan, with the faintest smile tugging her lips, glanced at Lut peeking from the sleeping bag and continued.
“I just… don’t wanna stand alone.”
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