Why Am I a Priestess When I Reach the Maximum Level? - [Vol. 5] Chapter 227

[Vol. 5] Chapter 227: Cressia Eloun

This was one of the reasons why, despite the trouble, Violet insisted on having Eudora accompany her.

Just as she needed Edwina’s guidance to navigate Angel City, being in Sarnos Province, which was currently overrun by demons, was made much easier with a high-ranking demon by her side. However, that said, what came next…

“Little one, which family branch are you from? Why have I never seen you before?”

A sudden, clear, and melodious voice that carried an enticing undertone, rang out beside her.

Violet instinctively turned to look, finding herself face-to-face with a demoness who dressed in the elegant manner of human nobility yet casually revealed a smooth, pale shoulder and her alluring back. A pair of sleek, black wings and a long tail were exposed to the air, and on her head were two sharp horns, more mature than Eudora’s…

A succubus?

The woman appeared to be in her early twenties by human standards, an extraordinary beauty who exuded a pure and graceful demeanor of nobility. Her deep, stunning eyes, adorned with flecks of violet starlight, were as mysterious as the void. Just one look from them seemed enough to captivate someone, pulling them irresistibly into her charm.

Most strikingly, she possessed a pair of shapely, full curves that rivaled even the Saintess Yuna’s, embodying the mature perfection of femininity. Her ample bosom and enticing cleavage far outshone even the adult succubus Chloe Eloun from before, exuding a magnetic allure that could only be described as deadly.

Gritting her teeth in frustration, Violet glanced at the succubus, whose outfit left at least a third of her pale skin exposed. She quickly regained her composure and subtly patted Eudora on the back. In a city of demons, where high-ranking demons held a near-supreme status, it was clear that the succubus was addressing Eudora, her fellow succubus.

Though the succubus was likely speaking in the demon language, which the young girl raised in the Holy Empire couldn’t possibly understand. Miss White Fox had anticipated this situation before they even entered the city.

She’d equipped both Theresa and Eudora with translation pendants, so they should be able to bluff their way through without issue.

“Ah? I… I’m Eudora. I just recently arrived here. Hello, sister,” stammered the pink-haired girl, snapping back to her senses with Miss White Fox’s reminder and parroting the prepared response.

“Just arrived? But I remember that recently, over at Succubus City…”

The elegant succubus, dressed like a refined noblewoman, tilted her head in mild surprise. However, she didn’t press the matter. Instead, she offered a gentle smile, crossing her hands and wings in front of her and bowing slightly, as if displaying a ritual unique to demons, or rather, to succubi.

“Hello, little one. My name is Cressia, Cressia Eloun, from Succubus City. You have no family name? Are you a stray descendant?”

“Ah, I…”

Eudora awkwardly mirrored the same gesture, hesitating for quite some time, clearly unsure of what to say. After all, as a good twelve-year-old girl raised with religious values and principles of honesty, it was hard for her to fabricate a convincing story to fool the older succubus.

Noticing the difficulty, Miss White Fox quickly took over. “Lady Eudora is indeed from a branch of stray descendants, recently arrived in this world and still unfamiliar with everything. Please excuse her any inadvertent rudeness, Lady Cressia.”

“You…”

The female succubus narrowed her eyes slightly, examining the fox mask on Miss White Fox’s face. After briefly observing the four girls, she appeared lost in thought, then shook her head to herself.

“How could that be…”

Though it was barely a murmur, Violet’s keen senses picked it up.

She didn’t respond further, as sometimes staying silent and letting the other person make their own guesses was the best approach.

“Are these three your… pet slaves here?”

Ignoring Miss White Fox entirely, Cressia directed her gaze to the small, pink-haired succubus who had just been shielded behind her.

“P-Pet… slaves…?”

Flustered by the shameless term, a blush appeared on Eudora’s soft, porcelain cheeks. However, as they had discussed this scenario in advance, she managed a shy nod of acknowledgment despite her embarrassment.

Seeing this, the elegant, mature succubus visibly relaxed, then offered a gentle smile laced with a hint of knowing amusement. She shook her head and said, “What an untrained, uneducated little one. Though you have good taste, you’re still too green. Remember, as succubi, we’re naturally born with less physical strength, so taking on pet slaves is natural for us, just like ?Blade Demons? wield weapons to fight or ?Plague Demons? spread their so-called blessings. There’s no need to feel embarrassed… look.”

Cressia snapped her fingers, and one of the young human-looking girls who had been following her obediently stepped forward, her eyes filled with admiration and respect, head bowed.

“Master, your command~”

“Good girl.”

Cressia chuckled, stroking the girl’s silky golden hair as though she were a cherished pet. Her mischievous, snake-like tail subtly coiled around the girl’s smooth, ivory leg, slowly sliding upward.

“Mmm~”

The obedient, golden-haired girl’s cheeks were tinged with a faint blush as she stood perfectly still, enjoying Cressia’s caresses without moving. She seemed like a well-trained pet, completely submissive and yielding to the succubus’s whims as she teased her vibrant young body.

Boldly handling her pet slave in the middle of the street, the succubus turned her gaze back to Eudora, who was similarly blushing. However, her attitude softened, and she offered Eudora a friendly smile.

“Do you see? Pet slaves are merely our toys. There’s no need to treat them as equals, like kin or friends. Don’t worry about them resisting. Our succubus power is specifically designed to control their minds. The stronger the will of our prey, the more nourishment we can absorb when we dominate them.”

Cressia’s fingers slid down, tracing the flushed yet submissive face of the golden-haired girl, pausing on the prominent silver, four-winged holy emblem around her neck.

“Look at this one. She used to be a high-ranking priest with a firm faith. Training her was challenging, but the rewards have been substantial,” she said with a hint of pride.

“Not only is she a valuable source of sustenance, but during our takeover of this city, she served as our inside agent. She helped us break the temple’s barrier, securing our victory in one swift move.”

‘So, this girl had once been a high-ranking priest…’ Violet silently acknowledged.

Although she had likely lost her faith due to brainwashing or enchantment, Miss White Fox could no longer sense any power of faith-based magic within her. However, the lingering aura of holy light magic and her innate affinity for light elements hadn’t faded.

She was no longer a priest, yet still a high-ranking mage skilled in light magic, retaining her value.

Though perhaps an odd thought for the moment, it subtly confirmed that faith-based magic was indeed an external, mind-dependent force. Once again, Ayla’s theories seemed to have been indirectly validated.