Volume 9 Chapter 22 My Woman, Let Me Introduce Her⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The quiet boy changed in an instant.
That sudden shift sent a tremor through Kispe and the succubi around her.
Klock lifted one brow and strode toward Celes.
She didn’t seem to understand what was happening; she frowned lightly and said, “What is it?”
His hand shot out—his thumb flicked like snapping a pebble.
It struck the tip of her breast.
”Ah—?!”
Celes squealed like a startled girl being groped in a bar.
He brushed past her without a glance, heading straight toward Melfidis, who stood among the succubi.
”So, you think you can just drain essence and act all high and mighty, huh? You got some nerve after what you pulled earlier.”
”W–what?!”
The boy closed the distance between them.
Melfidis’ eyes widened.
”You ever heard of sealing magic? I could seal that little ‘essence drain’ of yours and turn you into nothing but a milk tank, you know that?”
”Wh—what?!”
He swung his arm. The sound of a sharp slap filled the air as his hand met her bare breast.
Melfidis gasped, covering herself with both arms, her cheeks red with shame—like a maiden caught off guard.
Klock grinned.
”What’s the blush for? Go on, show it off. You use those to lure men anyway, don’t you?”
He grabbed her arm, trying to pull her hands away.
She hadn’t expected the boy to be the one attacking this time.
Melfidis slapped his hand aside and fled into the crowd of succubi, hiding among them.
”Klock…? Could it be…?”
Alice’s confused voice reached him.
He turned, met her eyes, and then looked away with a frown.
”Brother…? Your memory—it’s back?!”
Gina’s voice trembled.
”Yeah, Gina. My bad, didn’t mean to make you worry.”
He flashed a grin—bright but wicked.
He still looked like a boy, yet everything about him was different.
The pure soul once trapped by the Dream of Blissful Return had snapped free.
His behavior said it all—his memories were back.
”You’ve gone too far, Sir Klock,” Kispe said softly. “A gentleman should treat a lady with kindness.”
”Huh?”
Her violet eyes gleamed like gemstones—cool, proud, almost challenging.
Despite her youthful face, her presence pressed like that of a queen.
Klock turned to her, smirking, acting as if he held the upper hand.
Kispe’s gaze narrowed just a little.
”Their curse was protecting you,” she said. “When you came to the Crimson Spire, the spell of bliss turned you human. The curse slipped away, leaving your soul exposed. That’s why your memories faded—and why my charm worked. But now that they’ve returned to their cursed form, they guard you again. You’ve regained both protection and memory.”
”Yeah, those girls are damn persistent,” Klock said with a laugh. “Can’t get rid of ’em. I always thought being too handsome would be trouble someday. Guess your charm and that bliss spell can’t touch my soul anymore. My women’s guard is solid. You wanna own me? Better bring a real curse-breaker first.”
He laughed loud and rough.
The innocent boy from before was gone—replaced by an arrogant man.
Even surrounded by nearly sixty enemies, he acted like he had all the time in the world.
He looked every bit the rogue hero.
But Kispe wasn’t ordinary either.
Though she looked young, she wasn’t someone to be shaken for long.
”I see,” she said calmly. “I’m glad you remember. Still, what can you really do now—with that weak body and just a knife?”
Her gentle smile returned, her eyes narrowing. The other women around her curved their lips and began to close in.
Their glances were like hunters circling prey. Klock had seen that look many times since arriving here. Even with his memory back, he hadn’t forgotten what it meant—they were getting ready to break a man down.
So what if the hostage had remembered who he was? To them, nothing had changed. Kispe still held the advantage.
”What’s this?” Klock said with mock surprise. “You all think a big fight’s about to start or something?”
He waved a hand lazily, his face full of exaggerated boredom.
”Come on, give me a break. I’m just a regular guy. No need to rush me all at once. I’ll let you have some fun, all right? Line up and kneel, and I’ll give each of you a taste.”
”…Brother…?”
”Ah—yeah.”
His crude words hung in the air until he heard his sister’s confused voice. Right—she was here. For a moment, even Klock faltered. He’d never been shy, not even in front of Cianie, but seeing Gina’s innocent face from the past made him hesitate.
”…Anyway,” he said at last. “Mind giving my sister back?”
He stepped forward toward Gina. The succubus soldiers lowered their spears, blocking his path.
”No can do, Sir Klock♡” one of them purred. “You’re in no position to negotiate. You can either drop that knife and surrender—or let us play with you first.”
With a click, the woman leveled her spear at him. Klock puckered his lips like an octopus, feigning a whistle.
”Well now, pointing that thing at me with such a cute face? You’d be better off finding work that makes use of that big round ass of yours.”
”Oh, thank you, sweetie♡ Maybe I’ll put it to good use later—on top of you♡”
The succubus smiled as Klock strolled closer, his steps slow and careless. Even with a knife in hand, he was just a boy—no real threat to an armed adult. The succubus soldiers, puzzled but unafraid, started to move in to restrain him.
Then, they all froze.
”Up we go,” Klock said lightly.
”…What?”
It was Kispe who spoke, confused.
Before anyone could react, Klock reached for Gina—pulled her free from her captors and lifted her into his arms. He carried her right into the open center of the room, bold as day.
He had just rescued his sister in plain sight. Kispe’s face twisted in disbelief. Klock only grinned at her. “What’s wrong, huh?”
”H–hold on! What are you all doing?!” Kispe barked at her troops.
”Eh? I—uh…”
”Huh…?”
The succubi looked just as lost as she did. They had let him move freely, yet now stared around like waking from a dream, blinking as though reality itself had slipped for a moment.
”Melfi? What are you doing?” Kispe demanded.
”It wasn’t me,” Melfidis said quickly. “I didn’t do anything.”
Kispe looked truly rattled. To her, it seemed as if her allies had simply let him walk out, without lifting a finger. Klock smirked wider, clearly enjoying it.
”Hey, Kispe. Let me give you some advice—why not just surrender now?”
”…Excuse me?”
Every woman in the room turned to him. Succubi were all beautiful, and dozens of them fixing their eyes on him was almost dazzling. Klock let out a playful whistle.
”Look, I’m just an ordinary guy,” he said. “To you or Viola, I’m like a fly—no match for monsters like you. Even with all those spears aimed at me, I can’t fight you head-on.”
”Then what exactly are you getting at?” Kispe asked, tilting her head.
Klock raised his middle finger toward her. He still wore that cocky grin, even as he talked himself down.
”Thing is, I’ve always lived off women,” he said. “They’ve spoiled me, kept me alive. On my own, I’m hopeless.
Every time I was in trouble, a woman saved me. I know it’s pathetic. But when the girls around you are that damn capable, what can you do? I can’t even compete. So yeah—I don’t fight idiots like you myself.”
He stopped there for a moment. Kispe frowned, and Klock gave a crooked, self-mocking smile. The succubi blinked in confusion.
They had expected a boast or a threat. Instead, he gave them… whatever this was. It took a moment for anyone to process.
”I don’t see your point,” Kispe said flatly. “Why would that make me surrender? Are you mocking me? If you won’t fight, I’ll have you bound right now. Or do you still mean to resist?”
Her voice had dropped a little—irritation creeping in. Her patience was thinning.
”Nah, not mocking you,” Klock said. “I’m weak. And weak guys don’t fight alone. When I’m in trouble, I call someone stronger. You’re not fighting me—you’re fighting her.”
”…Her?”
Klock Livorno didn’t need to fight. If you can’t do something yourself, you find someone who can. That’s what humans do.
And Klock had a woman—someone worth trusting, even with his life. When he couldn’t handle something, she could.
Maybe that made him a lousy man. But relying on others? That was still a kind of strength.
Damn. I’m out of lines, he thought. Buying time with dumb talk might’ve been a mistake. Any minute now… Come on, you’ll show up, right? You will, won’t you?
The impatient succubi began closing in again, spears ready. The young boy, surrounded by tall women with hungry eyes, looked close to being captured.
Klock raised a hand to stop them. “One last warning,” he said. “If you plan to resist, you’d better be ready to die. You’ll toss those spears soon enough once it sinks in. When things start to get bad, just surrender. It’s the smarter move. And don’t worry—I won’t laugh if you wet yourselves. You will, though. Everyone does, facing her. She’s the strongest human alive. You can’t win. The fight’s already over.”
Bow your heads before you die, he thought—and said it aloud.
Kispe narrowed her eyes to slits, silent now. Was she trying to decide whether this was bluff or truth?
In his arms, Gina blinked up at him, lost. She looked so young like this—though she was far from a child inside. Still, there was something he had to tell her.
”Gina,” he said quietly. “I’m gonna introduce you to my woman. She’s on our side, so don’t panic. Just keep your legs steady.”
”…What?”
* * *
Cianie Hartmann had always known how deep her feelings for Klock ran. It wasn’t just love or duty—it was conviction. She had chosen to make him her reason to live. To fulfill her role as his lover completely—that was who she was.
Even when he strayed, chasing other women, even when jealousy burned in her chest, breaking up was never an option. Such a thought didn’t exist for her.
The knife she had given him wasn’t just a weapon. It was her—her will, her spirit, her other self.
The knife forged through Divine Disassembly was, in truth, Cianie herself. It was proof of how deeply she loved Klock—her very soul given shape. A crystal of devotion. A blade born from love.
But human nature is selfish. To protect him wasn’t only for his sake—it was also for hers. The knife embodied Cianie’s own desire, not Klock’s will. She had created and given it to him for one reason: so her lover, Klock Livorno, would live—and remain hers.
Life was only the foundation. What mattered was that he stayed her man. Her lover. Her partner. Her claim.
And in thinking that, one thing could not be ignored: other women.
Cianie always wanted to know who Klock met, where, and when. She smiled and played the role of the perfect girlfriend—even as she knew he slept with others, she said nothing. Outwardly sweet, inwardly precise, she gathered information with inhuman focus—listening, watching, learning every detail like she could hear a rat’s heartbeat.
Suzette. Meina. Elna. Rosetta. Kuzuha. Primlena.
She knew about every one of them—every secret affair.
Anger? That had long since frozen. They were tools, nothing more—means to keep Klock tied to her. But should any of them dare to claim him for themselves, she would see their heads roll without hesitation.
The Cianie Knife was her way to watch over him—a blade that embodied her gaze, her will. Surveillance was love. So it was love, and that made it right. When you love someone, you want to know everything. To watch him was proof of her love.
The Cianie Knife was her second body. Even if the spell of Blissful Return had forced her back into human form, once she remembered her true role, she would revert again—and with that, the knife’s functions would awaken too.
Of course it would. It could always tell her one thing: where her beloved was. Where Klock Livorno stood. Always, always connected to her.
That was the curse—a bond that tied her soul to his. The knife would never leave him. No matter where he went, it would serve him, guard him, and tell her where he was.
It would tell Cianie Hartmann.
* * *
The shock that followed shook the Crimson Spire to its core. It felt like an earthquake—like the world itself was struck by a giant’s fist. The ground roared, echoing with the sound of a blow too heavy for earth to bear.
”Wh–what…?”
”Is that… an earthquake?!”
Confusion rippled through the succubi. Kispe, usually calm and smiling, could not keep her composure now.
”What… is that sound?”
If anyone understood how this world worked, it was Kispe. The Crimson Spire itself depended on her. There was almost nothing within it she did not know. And yet—something was happening that even she hadn’t foreseen. A hint of fear flickered in her heart.
”—We’re under attack?”
The thought slipped out before she could stop it. At first, it was only a guess—like assuming thunder after a distant boom. But the moment she realized it was true, it was already too late.
The world-shaking shock spread through the Spire. Something had entered. Something had arrived. Everyone could feel it—an overwhelming surge of magic, a storm tearing through reality itself.
Something catastrophic had begun.
The dream-like walls of the Spire cracked before their eyes. The grand throne room that framed Kispe’s majesty collapsed in a thunderous crash.
The destroyer had come.
It wasn’t a special skill or magic attack—just raw force. A body moving so fast that entering the world itself caused a sonic boom. A single step to stop that momentum shattered the surroundings—structures burst apart, walls ripped open under the shockwave.
”I finally found you.”
Long, silver-gray hair swirled in the air. Eyes like blue crystal—bright and cold as justice itself. A blade gleamed in her hand, shrieking with hatred as it bit into the ground.
The destroyer of worlds had arrived—untouched by Blissful Return, unchanged from the wasteland. The grim reaper of love and fury had come to the Crimson Spire.
The succubi stood frozen. A rabbit demon’s mouth opened soundlessly. A bird-girl stared wide-eyed, motionless. A bear-like girl collapsed backward in shock. A flower maiden lowered her gaze, as if in prayer.
And then—
”Wh—wha—?”
The queen of succubi, who prided herself on never losing her poise, covered her mouth with both hands. She nearly fell, staggering one step back, barely keeping her dignity.
Everything had been going perfectly—hadn’t it?
That thought must have flashed through her mind.
And then she saw those blue eyes, felt that gaze pierce through her.
”Y–You’re… the Hero—?!”
For the first time in their lives, the succubi heard Kispe scream.
”How about it, Gina? This is my woman.”
Notes:
• Celes – A bear-type Beastkin Succubus living with Alice after Klock’s arrival. She’s playful, physically strong, and driven by her species’ “mating season” instincts. She teases Alice often and treats life with freedom and spontaneity. No known family or formal ties; she’s Alice’s companion and occasional housemate.
• Melfidis – Plant-like Succubus, female, “Lady Kispe’s delicate ring finger.”
• Alice – Rabbitkin adventurer; appears at the same Barreith gathering, playful and mischievous, interacts with Klock, part of recruited volunteers
• Gina – A kind choir member who shows genuine concern for Adelina. She’s a rare ally in this unfamiliar place, offering some comfort and companionship.
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Elna – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with white hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked.
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Primlena – Orange-haired merfolk priestess, fierce yet elegant | First v8c3 | Sister of Sea General Primjune, subordinate to Primrity | Once captured and violated by Klock, now obsessed with reclaiming honor | Commands Obsidian Riders on giant fish, fights with trident | Seeks to drag Klock to Seabed Temple for marriage trial or execution | Unique note: revenge-driven siren bride who masks fury under ritual grace
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
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