The Succubus

Translator: CinderTL

Ladia suddenly began to cough violently, and the wound on her chest emitted an ominous dark red glow. Her body leaned forward, her green hair spreading out like splashed ink, and a faint, sinister light flickered across her.

The group, who had been startled by their inexplicable arrival here and embarrassed by their nakedness, were jolted awake—there was still a companion who was severely injured.

"She can't hold on!" Catherine exclaimed, immediately stepping forward to support Ladia.

Eileen also hurried over, biting her lip hard, her face beneath her golden hair losing its color. Years ago, she had run away from home to Alden and, together with Ladia, became Paul's advisor. The two had formed a deep bond, and now seeing her close friend in such a state, she felt immense sorrow.

Without hesitation, Paul turned around and rushed forward, his knees slamming heavily onto the void-like ground. He took Ladia from Catherine's hands, cradling her limp body in his arms, his palm directly touching the cold, clammy sweat seeping from her back.

Ladia trembled in his arms like a fallen leaf, bright blood froth spilling from her pale lips. The witch's eyes were wide open, staring unblinkingly at Paul, as if trying to imprint the image of this man onto her soul in her final moments.

"Hold on!" Paul whispered urgently, his fingers brushing aside the strands of hair stuck to her forehead by sweat. He could feel the witch's body temperature slipping away, the patterns on her body flickering alternately, like embers about to extinguish.

Catherine's trembling hand pressed against Ladia's cold fingertips: "Her life is slipping away..."

Tears gushed from Eileen's eyes, falling like broken beads onto the "ground." Her reddened eyes, filled with both grief and anger, turned toward Coleridge as she roared, "It's all your fault, you vile woman!"

Coleridge stiffened for a moment but quickly regained her icy demeanor. The rekindled hostility between them forcibly pulled the white-haired witch out of her awkward state.

"I show no mercy to my enemies!"

Catherine, furious, stepped forward and grabbed Coleridge.

"Damn it!" The white-haired witch tried to resist, but without her magic, she was no match for the female knight and was quickly subdued.

"Then we won't show mercy either! If Ladia dies, you'll join her!" Catherine's words carried a bone-chilling coldness, like the Ice Spike the witch had previously cast.

Paul anxiously asked the girl in his arms, "Ladia, I know you must have a way. You always find a solution in times of crisis. This time must be no different."

"Cough... cough..." Just as the witch's life was about to extinguish, the entire space suddenly trembled violently.

The silver mist was torn apart by a violent energy, and an emerald storm erupted out of nowhere, the blinding light forcing everyone to close their eyes.

At the center of the storm, a graceful figure gradually became clear—it was a woman.

To everyone's shock, the woman bore an exact resemblance to Ladia Setia, yet exuded a completely different, dangerous aura.

She hovered in the eye of the storm, her waist-length green hair dancing like a living creature, the tips shimmering with stardust-like light. Unlike Ladia's current pale complexion, this identical face bore a bewitching blush, with full lips curved in a mesmerizing arc.

The most astonishing thing was—everyone noticed a difference between her and Ladia—the woman had a pair of curved amber horns on her head, as if carved from the finest beeswax, glowing with an eerie luster in the storm. Her figure seemed more voluptuous than Ladia's, every curve meticulously calculated, exuding a suffocating allure that reminded one of the legendary Succubus, yet without the hooves and tail of the Succubus in the tales. Her bare ankles were slender and delicate, her nails gleaming like pearls, and every step she took in the void would ripple with translucent waves.

"How pitiful, my dear other self."

Her voice was like poisoned wine laced with honey. When those green eyes met Paul's gaze, he couldn't help but shiver. He saw a fire of desire in the depths of her eyes, something Ladia would never reveal.

The woman in mid-air slowly descended, floating gracefully to the group. She leaned down, her nostrils flaring slightly as she gently sniffed Paul's cheek, the scent of musk and mandrake enveloping him.

Catherine instinctively wanted to pull Paul away but found her body frozen.

At that moment, the mysterious woman's green eyes suddenly contracted, and two clusters of dark purple flames ignited in her pupils. She abruptly turned to Coleridge, the storm energy around her boiling instantly, her emerald hair writhing like venomous snakes.

"Despicable alien!" Her voice was no longer lazy and seductive but filled with thunderous rage. "How dare you wound me with an Ice Blade?!"

Coleridge was forced back half a step by the invisible pressure, fear appearing in her ice-blue eyes for the first time. She instinctively tried to summon her Ice Armor for protection, only to be met with a cold laugh from the mysterious woman. An invisible force gripped her throat, lifting her naked body into the air.

The fury in the mysterious woman's eyes grew even more intense. She violently swung her emerald hair, the storm howling sharply with her emotions.

"You vile ice witch!" She pointed a slender finger at Coleridge, dangerous purple-black arcs of electricity coiling around her fingertip. "This is the first time I've been hurt so badly since I was born!"

Coleridge was strangled by the invisible force, her bare legs kicking futilely in the air. Her ice-blue pupils contracted violently, and for the first time, genuine fear appeared on her face.

Everyone was completely stunned. Eileen stammered, "W-wait... you said she hurt you? But it's Ladia who's injured..."

Paul shouted, "No matter what happened, save Ladia first!"

His intuition told him that the appearance of this woman, identical to Ladia, must be related to Ladia's injuries.

The woman sneered but indeed loosened her grip. Coleridge fell heavily to the ground, coughing violently while clutching her throat.

"Save her?" The woman turned to look down at the barely breathing Ladia, the light on her horns flickering. "What do you think I'm here for?"

She suddenly knelt down, her green hair eerily intertwining with Ladia's loose strands, as if they were alive and coiling around each other.

When her fingertips lightly touched the wound on Ladia's chest, "Hiss—" she let out a pained moan, as if she herself were the one injured.

A strange, resonant glow simultaneously emanated from both of their bodies.

The woman gently embraced Ladia, bringing their faces close together—their identical features nearly touching. The same gracefully curved nose, the same slightly trembling eyelashes, every detail was a perfect match.

(End of the Chapter)

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