Volume 10 Chapter 63 Rosalie Interrogation*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Just to be sure… Rosalie really is a Vampire¹, right?”
”There’s no doubt about it. The bloody, foul stench of a Vampire is practically radiating from this estate.”
At a location in the Valture District of Conro. A man stood before a certain estate. Peeking out from behind him was Alice Lau, a Beastkin² girl with long ears.
”Seems like there’s only one person inside. Either she hasn’t hired any servants, or they’re all out for the day.”
”Maybe she lives alone because she’d end up biting them if they stayed together!”
They joined up with Celestina, who had scouted around the estate. The bear-girl let out a low groan, scratching her cheek with her thick claws. She had pressed her ear to the windows multiple times, trying to gauge the situation inside.
”No use standing around thinking about it. We’re going in.”
At the go-ahead, Celestina shoved the door with all her might. The locked door gave way, splintering and cracking loudly as it swung open.
”Wouldn’t it have been better to go through a window? If someone sees this, they’re going to report us as burglars.”
”I absolutely loathe windows. Skulking around like a filthy thief doesn’t suit a woman like me. The only time I’ll be going through a window is when Master carries me away in his arms like a princess after kidnapping me—please and thank you.”
The girl clinging to Klock’s arm like a lover was the Succubus³ Queen Kispe. When he reached around and squeezed her backside, she flushed and smirked. “What is it, Master? Have you finally succumbed to my charms?” she whispered into his ear.
Behind them stood Melfidis, the flower-girl, silent and still. As usual, she carried an eerie atmosphere, looking more like a statue than a person. Thanks to Klock’s persistent requests, she was actually wearing a robe today. It would be a problem if anyone saw her. This was actually the first time he’d seen her in anything other than her birthday suit.
Rosalie, the suspected Vampire. The group visiting the estate consisted of these four Succubi and Klock. Since Athena had already headed back—looking remarkably refreshed—Alice had brought Celes along to join them. While most of the Six Noble Ladies⁴ were present, the Lilies had declined, and Princess Juju was absent. The Ogre Princess was currently staying in Troiké, the Succubus territory on the Demon Continent, and wasn’t at the Crimson Spire.
It was an incredibly eccentric party. Klock felt a twinge of anxiety about whether everything would be okay. Originally, Kispe was the one in charge of treating Klock’s injuries. Most of his primary allies, like Suzette, were busy managing the troops or handling supplies. Even Rachel, Primlena, and Flavia were nowhere to be found. Apparently, managing three thousand soldiers was an ‘all hands on deck’ nightmare, and even Meina was busy helping out.
”It’s a lot cleaner inside than I expected.”
”It’s very well-maintained, isn’t it?”
The estate wasn’t massive, but it was too much for one person to handle alone. Yet, there wasn’t a speck of dust to be seen; every corner looked meticulously scrubbed. Even the edges of the grand staircase were spotless. Someone was definitely keeping this place up.
”So she hires servants but doesn’t let them live here?”
”That seems to be the case.”
A noble lady living alone in an estate without live-in staff… there had to be a reason for that. Was she really a Vampire? It wasn’t that Klock doubted Kispe’s word, but he didn’t want to believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.
”It’s a pretty nice place. Once we slaughter Rosalie, let’s make this our house.”
”What are you, a bandit? Don’t kill her.”
With Kispe already glued to his left arm, Alice hopped over and latched onto his right. It hardly looked like a group of people arriving for an investigation. As Celes led the way, she glanced back at the man being swarmed by women. The bear-girl gave a wicked smirk. She pulled her already low-cut top even lower, flaunting her overflowing breasts—to the point where her areolae were practically spilling out.
He had definitely picked the wrong party members. The demon girls giggled, sending him sultry looks. They seemed more interested in teasing him whenever they saw an opening than the job at hand. For a moment, Klock wondered if he should just forget Rosalie and drag these girls into a spare room. Being around them was starting to turn his brain to mush.
”Eh?!”
They had just reached the second floor when they found their target in a room that looked like a library. She seemingly hadn’t even noticed that her front door had been smashed in.
”Heh. So she’s a book nerd? I’ll give her credit for collecting this much.”
”Eh? E-eh…??”
Commoners rarely had the chance to even see a book. You had to be raised in a high-class environment to get your hands on them, yet this room was packed to the ceiling with leather-bound volumes. This wasn’t an accident; this was the hoard of someone who loved to read.
The mistress of the library stared at them, her eyes wide with shock. The young noblewoman’s mouth hung open, her words failing her as she faced the sudden intruders.
”A-ah… um…”
”Yo, Ms. Rosalie. Sorry for the intrusion.”
”Wh… h-h-how… why are you here… um…”
Rosalie stammered, her composure completely shattered. Klock almost wanted to laugh at how pathetic she looked, but he held it back. There was no proof she was an enemy yet. It wasn’t time to get hostile. However…
”Pffft! What is up with the way she talks? God, she’s such a downer.”
”Are you okay, little lady? Did we scare you? Don’t worry, we aren’t going to eat you or anything.”
”U-um… wh-what do you want…?!”
Celes and Alice didn’t hold back at all. Alice, sensing the girl was a weakling, marched right up to her, skipping around and mocking her with a nasty grin. Celes planted a heavy hand on Rosalie’s shoulder to keep her from bolting, while Alice leaned in close to sniff her. From the outside, it looked like a textbook case of bullying.
”Hey, little lady. How about you show us the inside of your mouth?”
”Eh?”
”If you resist, it’s gonna hurt. Come on—crouch down.”
”Eh? Eh? Ah—stop it! Agh?!”
Poor Rosalie was pinned down by her bullies. A hand was forced into her mouth to keep it open, and her lips were peeled back so they could inspect her teeth.
”Vampire fangs.”
”Told ya. She reeks of blood.”
They were staring right at canine teeth that were far too long. They were the fangs of a Beastkin or a Vampire. A human girl shouldn’t have teeth like that. Rosalie was officially confirmed.
”What the hell is this? You’ve been playing us this whole time, haven’t you?”
”Agh…!?”
With fingers shoved in her mouth, Rosalie couldn’t close her jaw. Her eyes were filled with terror, but Klock couldn’t tell how much of it was an act.
”Let’s torture her and make her spill everything she knows!”
Ignoring her frantic struggling, they decided her fate then and there. Celes moved behind Rosalie and locked her in a full nelson.
”Rosalie. Why the hell was a Vampire like you hanging around the Brigante? Were you just waiting for a chance to sink your teeth into us?”
”N-n-no! You’ve got it wrong! This is… please, you’re wrong…!!”
”What’s wrong about it, you bitch?!”
He grabbed the collar of her dress with both hands. With a violent yank, he tore the fabric right down the middle.
”Hyah?!”
”Whoa… they’re huge.”
Rosalie’s face contorted as tears welled up. Her breasts, like ripened fruit, spilled out of the ruined dress. They were massive, heaving mounds of flesh, her n**ipss nearly swallowed by the sheer volume of her breasts.
”Alright, let’s get the rest of this off, shall we?”
”N-no! Please, stop…!!”
Alice stepped in with Klock, deftly stripping the rest of her clothes away. Using her beastly strength, she made short work of the fabric until Rosalie was standing there completely naked.
(Unless she has the guts to run outside in the nude, she isn’t going anywhere.)
She had thick, luscious thighs and a heavy, slightly slovenly backside. Her pubic hair was as unkempt as trampled grass, and her areolae were larger than the circle you could make with your thumb and forefinger. She had the well-fed, soft body of a noble’s daughter. He glared down at her as she tried to cover herself, her knees knocked together in shame.
”Answer me, Rosalie. Why were you following the Brigante Troop? What were you doing while we were on the march? Were you leaking info to the Moon Court⁵?”
”No… no… I-I didn’t do anything…!”
”Like hell you didn’t!”
He grabbed one of her breasts and thrust his other hand between her legs. He shoved aside the thick, wild hair and searched for her opening.
”Hm? Whoa… check out the clit on this one.”
Sensing something unusual, he leaned down to get a closer look.
”It’s huge. How much did you have to work yourself over to get it this big? And damn, you stink. You were just mas***bating before we got here, weren’t you?”
”Ugh, that’s the smell of an inferior race for you. Wasteland p**sy always turns sour so fast.”
As the two of them leaned in toward her crotch, Rosalie’s face turned a violent shade of crimson. Her eyes were streaming, and even her ears were bright red with pure, unadulterated shame.
”Now then, Rosalie.”
Klock stood up and brought his face inches from hers.
”Who ordered you to infiltrate this town? Was it Viola? Eugenie? Why did you follow our troop? What were you doing the whole time you were with us? What is Kreis⁶‘s goal?”
”A-ah… u-um… I-I don’t know… I really didn’t do anything…!”
”Huh?”
”Ugh… I-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry! But I really… I don’t know anything! I’m telling the truth…”
Her slow, sluggish way of talking—her voice so small it was barely audible—wasn’t even making sense as a conversation. Klock had thought he was used to her speech patterns, but now, the irritation was boiling over. Their relationship had changed; the power dynamic was flipped.
”I… I’m not your enemy… I swear…”
”Hey, bookworm. Can’t you speak up a little?!”
He grabbed her breasts and yanked them upward.
”Hyah?!”
”Stop reading so many books and practice using your damn voice. I can’t understand a word you’re saying when you’re mumbling like a mosquito. What’s the use of having huge tits, a huge ass, and a huge clit if you can’t even talk?”
”Hie…!”
He reached down and pinched her clitoris hard. As he rolled it between his thumb and finger, her body bucked and twitched. She was incredibly sensitive; it was obvious she had spent a lot of time “training” that part of herself.
”Melfidis. Restrain her.”
That was the signal for the start of the torture. Celestina let go of Rosalie, and in her place, Melfidis’s tentacles wrapped around her. Her arms were pinned, and plant vines coiled around various parts of her body. Rosalie stared in horror at the alien vines constricting her.
”Kispe. Alice. Celes. Search this estate like we planned. Look for letters to the Moon Court, weapons—anything. I want this place turned upside down for anything suspicious.”
”Yes♡”
”Okay~”
”On it.”
At Klock’s command, Kispe clapped her hands. Suddenly, winged women began to manifest in the room one after another.
”Now then, everyone. Please investigate the inside of this estate.”
”Okay!”
They were the Succubus investigation team Kispe had prepared in advance to work in her stead. As the women in bondage gear with arrowhead tails appeared throughout the room, they winked at Klock and blew him small, seductive kisses. When Klock waved them off to get a move on, the Succubus girls vanished, flying deep into the Estate⁷.
”Well then…”
”Now, it’s time for some fun, isn’t it? ♡”
Kispe’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she pressed her palms together. Before her joyful gaze, the man reached for his trousers and pulled out his rod.
”!? “
The c**k emerged with a sudden, violent presence. It was a reproductive organ so monstrously thick it looked more like a lethal weapon than flesh. Rosalie stared at it, her face twisted in a mask of pure horror.
”Rosalie. I’m truly disappointed. And to think, I actually trusted you.”
”Eh… I, um, ah…!!”
He spun her around roughly and slammed her down onto a nearby desk with a heavy thud. Her v**inal opening, previously hidden by her pubic hair, was now bared, peeking out from between the mounds of her jutting, thick backside.
”But, thanks anyway, Rosalie. Thanks for lying to us.”
”Eh…?”
He offered his “thanks” like a death sentence. Amidst her panicked confusion, he pressed his rod between her buttocks and shoved forward.
”Because of that, I can violate you without a single shred of guilt.”
”Wa—?!”
Locating the mark with the tip of his thick rod, he thrust his hips forward with all his might. The c**k was swallowed whole, buried deep within the tight, fleshy hole. Rosalie’s body arched back violently, like a shrimp caught in a net.
(From the moment I first saw you, I’ve wanted to fuck you into the dirt. Every time I had to listen to your annoying, high-and-mighty voice, I was holding back. I wanted to drag you down, rip your skirt to shreds,r**apeyou into a sobbing mess… I’ve been dying to do this.)
”Higi—?!”
Despite the lack of any preparation, the sensation of the slimy v**inal walls clinging to his rod was unmistakable. He was almost impressed; she was already soaked, as if she’d been waiting to be taken. Without waiting for her to adjust, he began to pump into her with brutal rhythm. Her soft, overripe ass billowed and shook with every impact.
”Oh… it’s tight. So damn tight.”
The sensation of a Noblewoman’s v**ina gripping his hard rod was intoxicating. He let out a deep, satisfied sigh.
Whack! He slapped her buttocks, watching the soft, untrained fat wobble. She was a hothouse flower, raised in luxury. He had assumed the body of a shut-in who’d never worked a day in her life would be unremarkable… but he was wrong.
”God, I can’t get enough of this. This girl feels way too good.”
The v**inal walls were shrink-wrapped around his rod. The unexpected pleasure sent a natural shiver through his entire frame.
”I’ve heard that women who m**urbate frequently develop excellent tightness. ♡”
”So the only muscles she’s ever trained are the ones in her p**sy because she’s always flicking her bean? I’m glad I came here tor**apeher.”
Unlike Rachel, whose body was hardened by labor, Rosalie was soft everywhere but where it mattered. He’d planned to just fuck her once as a commemorative throwaway and throw her away, but her p**sy was a revelation. He increased the force of his slaps by twenty percent.
”Thanks for giving me the perfect excuse to do this. Now, get on your toes and lift your ass higher. You’re making it hard to get deep.”
”Higu… s-sorry…!!”
At the sound of another sharp slap, the muscles in her stomach clenched. She did as she was told, lifting her buttocks to the perfect height to be violated.
”Vampires aren’t just good at sucking blood; they’re geniuses at sucking c**k, too. I’m impressed. Consider this an apology creampie—keep it tight.”
”Ngi… no… fugu, nnh!!”
Squelch, squelch. He pounded against her, his fingers sinking into the violently rippling flesh of her ass. He used her like a common toy, gouging into her v**ina with zero restraint.
As he enjoyed the wet, squelching sounds of their union, the flower demon Melfidis began to stir. A sac-like tentacle, resembling a carnivorous plant, slithered into view. It was the same organ from the Crimson Spire⁸—the one that had drained the essence from Klock’s own member during the Nightmare of Happiness Regression⁹.
Rosalie, gasping for air, suddenly bucked. Melfidis’s tentacle had clamped onto her exposed breasts, latching onto her clitoris with a predatory snap. Her v**ina clamped down on him like a vice.
”Come on, Rosalie. Answer me. What were you leaking to the Moon Court¹⁰?”
”Ngh! ♡ I… I didn’t… do anything… ngh! ♡ Onnh! ♡”
”You sure have a filthy moaning voice for a lady.”
He sneered at her undignified cries but didn’t slow his pace. As the essence drain began, a flood of s*xual fluids poured from her, soaking his c**k. Her body was rapidly adapting, molding itself to the shape of his invading rod.
”What were you doing with the Brigante¹¹? Whose blood did you take? Give me the names of your little friends.”
”Oh! ♡ I… I didn’t… I didn’t suck anyone… ohhn! ♡”
”Liar!! You made ‘friends’ just so you could suck their c**ks, didn’t you? Come on, tell me: you love s*x, don’t you?”
”Auu! ♡ I… I love s*x! ♡”
”You absolute slut!!”
The highborn daughter wailed pathetically. As her ass turned a deep, angry red from his palms, he accelerated. Thud-thud-thud-thud. The rhythmic sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room as he drove himself into her with the intent to hit the very bottom of her womb. He hooked his arms under her thighs, pinning her in place as he battered the back of her throat-like v**ina.
Rosalie howled like a wounded animal. As the massive, rigid rod inside her stomach began to swell, the dam finally broke. He buried himself to the hilt, and the pump began.
”By the way, Master. I forgot to mention… the one who bit her was actually Ms. Viola. Ms. Viola let her go out of pity, so I don’t believe Rosalie has any connection to the Moon Court at all. She likely knew nothing. In fact, Master… she probably never intended to deceive you. ♡”
Splurt!! Gush!! Glug-glug!!
”…Eh…?”
Splash!! Sploosh!! Squirt-squirt-squirt!!
Inside Rosalie’s belly, the raw creampie began. It was the kind of violent, overwhelming e**culation that only happens with a new woman. Sticky white fluids claimed her interior, flooding her v**ina and seizing control of her womb in seconds.
”Oh my. ♡ Master… did you just creampie-r*pe a completely innocent girl? ♡”
”You’re way too fucking late with that, you bitch! My c**k is melting… god, this feels incredible…!!”
He crushed her thick ass in his hands and ground his hips against hers as he finished his e**culation. His rod throbbed as it pumped his genes into her, forcing her belly to distend as her v**ina drank every drop.
Rosalie’s legs shook violently on her tiptoes. She began to convulse, her body giving one final, massive lurch as the s**men slammed into her. She couldn’t help it; she arched back, her internal muscles squeezing the rod in a desperate, rhythmic pulse.
”I suppose it’s too late for apologies now. ♡ Ms. Rosalie’s hatred for you must be deeper than the Abyss itself. What will you do, Master? If you let her go, imagine the rumors…”
”Don’t fuck with me… you kept your mouth shut on purpose, didn’t you?”
”I wonder how the public would react? The great ‘Hero’ Klock Livorno, framing and r*ping a defenseless, innocent woman… I wonder what they’d say… ♡”
”Wait, wait. Just… carve the slave mark¹² and shut her up. This is bad. This is really bad!!”
The demon girl giggled. She knew Klock. He wouldn’t kill her; instead, he’d “punish” her the only way he knew how. She had played him perfectly. She looked happier than if he’d handed her a mountain of diamonds.
Despite the realization that he’d been played, Klock didn’t stop until he’d drained every last drop into Rosalie. When he finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the floor, a broken heap. She was innocent. Just another victim. But he’d already crossed the line. There was no going back. He had to make her the villain. He had to.
”What are you lying there for? Open your legs. Now!”
”Ah… please… forgive me… ah! ♡”
”There’s no forgiveness for a Vampire!! Say it! Say: ‘Please give me more c**k’!!”
”A-agu… p-please… give me… more c**k! ♡♡”
Her thick thighs were shaking too hard for her to stand, so he flipped her onto her back and pinned her down. As he drove back in, the white fluids splashed onto the floor. The sound was wet and heavy as he began the second round of violation. Rosalie’s breasts heaved as she screamed into the ceiling, her body finally surrendering to the pleasure of being broken.
Her flushed, heavy limbs were perfect for a “meat futon.” As he watched Kispe begin to carve the slave mark into her skin, he filled her comfortable belly once again. He noticed Melfidis’s tentacles throbbing as they sucked the essence from Rosalie’s breasts, forcing her to produce milk in a trance. The synergy between Flowerfolk and Succubi was terrifyingly efficient.
Rosalie was gone, lost in a sea of ecstasy and trauma, unable even to wipe the drool from her chin. Klock wondered for a moment if he’d turned her into a vegetable. It was too late now.
”If you let her go, she’ll sue you, and you’ll end up in a cell. To have your reunion with the Hero happen behind bars… she’d be so disappointed in you, Master. ♡”
”Stop sounding so goddamn happy about it. I’m taking Rosalie back to the Estate. You’re the one who’s going to manage her. This is your responsibility.”
”My, Master. Acting like I’m the villain. You’re the one who chose r**ape while you already have a lover, aren’t you? Doesn’t that make you the worst of all?”
”………”
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Summary:
Klock and his Succubus-led party raid Rosalie’s library-filled estate to confirm she is a Vampire. After finding her fangs and blood-scent, they subject her to a humiliating and violent interrogation. The chapter ends with Klock ordering a full search of the premises for ties to the Moon Court.
Klock brutally violates Rosalie under the false pretense of punishing her for betrayal. Kispe manipulates the situation, revealing only after the act that Rosalie was actually innocent. To prevent his reputation as a ‘Hero’ from being destroyed, Klock decides to enslave Rosalie permanently.
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Trivia:
- Rosalie’s library: The massive collection suggests she has been gathering intelligence or lore for a long time, potentially for the Moon Court.
- Melfidis’s robe: Klock’s insistence on her wearing clothes highlights his concern for maintaining a low profile despite the group’s chaotic nature.
- Rosalie’s anatomy: The mention of her ‘trained’ clitoris and scent suggests a history of self-indulgence or s*xual conditioning relevant to her Vampire/Succubus-adjacent nature.
- Kispe’s delayed revelation suggests she is testing Klock’s moral limits or intentionally isolating him from other factions.
- The mention of ‘the Hero’ at the end hints at a future confrontation where Klock’s current atrocities will contrast with his public image.
- Melfidis’s essence drain capabilities suggest a parasitic power system that will be crucial for Klock’s future power-ups
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Character Insight:
The dynamic shifts from Klock being a patient leader to a ruthless master. His willingness to let the Succubi bully Rosalie demonstrates a hardening of his character following his betrayal. ‘Their relationship had changed; the power dynamic was flipped.’
The relationship between Klock and Kispe shifts from master/servant to a darker, more manipulative partnership. Klock’s transition from ‘punisher’ to ‘enslaver’ marks his full descent into villainy, as evidenced by his decision to ‘make her the villain’ to save himself.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The ‘Moon Court’ and ‘Kreis’ are solidified as antagonistic or shadow-operating factions. The mention of ‘Troiké’ on the ‘Demon Continent’ expands the known geography of the setting.
The Moon Court and Brigante are established as influential factions. The ‘Slave Mark’ is introduced as a tool for absolute silencing and control, and the existence of ‘Flowerfolk’ with unique s*xual/essence-draining traits expands the biological lore of the world.
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TL Notes:
The use of specific derogatory terms like ‘inferior race’ (resshu) by the Succubi emphasizes the racial hierarchy within this world. The SFX like ‘bakibaki’ were localized to ‘splintering and cracking’ for immersion.
Adapted ‘byururu’ to ‘splurt/gush’ to maintain the percussive feel of the original Japanese SFX without using garbled romaji.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Rosalie – Daughter of Viscount Albert Fennec, once frail and bedridden under Suzette’s care, now a vampire heir of the Fennec title, innocent of betrayal. Soft, untrained body with thick thighs and a fleshy, well‑endowed frame; long fangs from a bite by Viola. Thin vampire blood drives a fierce hunger. Sheltered by House Borges, under Klock’s custody, she follows the Brigante Troop.
• Alice Lau – Child of Kispe household, ceremonial noble from Crimson Spire, appears during partisan recruitment, innocent and fragile, symbolic figure of Six Noble Ladies, pale skin and delicate stature.
• Valture – A district within the Conro Federation, administered by Baron Kreis Borges. Outwardly it appears stable and prosperous, but its politics run on favors and hidden bargains, making it a place where strangers like Klock can be measured as assets or prey the moment they arrive.
• Alice – Beastkin girl with long ears, one of the Six Noble Ladies, appears at the Barreith gathering as a playful, mischievous volunteer. Energetic and mocking, she wields superhuman strength and interacts closely with Klock among the recruited volunteers.
• Celestina – A bear‑beastkin girl with thick claws, part of the Six Noble Ladies, physically powerful and blunt; also a child of the Kispe household, playful and mischievous, frail yet lively, with beast‑like ears marking her heritage, often seen with Alice Lau in recruitment scenes.
• 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.
• Kispe – The Queen Kispe, also known as Succubus Princess Asura, is a winged succubus with long black hair, amethyst eyes, a petite slender build, and a one‑piece dress with black tights. She acts as Klock’s lover and healer, teasing him and wielding arousal as a weapon, manipulating him with a sharp, playful tongue.
• Klock – Battle‑worn master of the Conro estate, purple‑eyed and bearing a healed gut piercing, leads a 3,000‑strong Brigante troop. Recovering from injuries, he wields the Dominance‑based Stellar Skill ‘Authority’ (World Conquest), a lineage heir of the Opener. Surrounded by a succubus harem, he’s aggressive, vengeful, famed as a street hero, and possesses a massive, weapon‑like penis.
• Melfidis – Lady Kispe, a plant‑like succubus and flower‑folk demon, appears as a statuesque woman with a delicate ring finger; she can sprout sac‑filled tentacles or vines to restrain, drain essence, and provide clitoral stimulation, forging intimate ties with those she entangles.
• Athena – Harpy Succubus with feathered wings and bird‑like, maternal playfulness. Adventurer who appears with Alice at the Barreith gathering, flirtatious and eager to join Klock in battle. One of Klock’s lovers; her recent intimate act with him sparked Kispe’s arousal.
• Troiké – A nation contributing troops to the Human Alliance; mentioned in the context of its royal twins, Prince Bors and Princess Kispe.
• Primlena – Orange‑haired merfolk priestess, fierce yet elegant, sister of Sea General Primjune and subordinate to Primrity. Captured by Klock, she now seeks his downfall, commanding Obsidian Riders on giant fish and wielding a trident. She departs as Kispe arrives, delivering news of the Merfolk and the jewel‑clam communication, a revenge‑driven siren bride masking fury with 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.
• Flavia – Younger sister of Avery (132)—gentle yet resolute second daughter of Queen Isabella, Forestier royal family. Fragile/slender body, refined face, white skin, pointed ears, and servant’s mark; still looks up to her mother. Quiet personality with unrivaled magic talent often overlooked. Sent as marriage pledge to Klock the Chain Binder, symbolizing Void loyalty to Goddess Teekua; also caretaker to Fairy territory. Princess of Forest People (森人/Moribito, Vaulder).
• 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.
• Eugenie – A noble overseer of Mirond mentioned in tax context as higher authority above Viola. Threatens confiscation if villagers fail to pay. No personal link noted. Strict and bureaucratic.
• Kreis – Baron of Valture and district chief, a middle‑aged noble weighed down with gold chains and jeweled rings, hawk‑like eyes and a sly smile mark him as dangerous. A Borges family dhampir, about forty, wrinkled from refusing blood, he administers Vulture. At a Borges gathering he greets Klock by name—Maria’s son—before Klock can speak, like a predator already knowing its prey.
• Ada – Female. Ada the Wild Wind. An A-rank adventurer. Her appearance is striking, with black hair mixed with fiery red, multiple earrings, and an axe spear as tall as she is. She is incredibly strong and fast, with a Unique Skill called the ‘Blessing of the Wind’ that enhances her speed and agility. Ada is ruthless in combat but shows a surprising willingness to negotiate. She is highly respected in adventurer circles and feared by criminals. Her relationship with Klock is adversarial, as he stole from her and escaped using trickery.
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