136, Sylphiel's True Form Was a Scythe...

Sylphiel had never missed Lilith this much before. Looking at everyone around her, radiating an indescribable aura that sent one's sanity plummeting, she swallowed with difficulty. The little tail behind her swished about in panic as she quietly backed away a few steps.

What kind of feeling was that?

It was like being surrounded by a group of mental patients in a psychiatric hospital. Your heart kept telling you that mental patients were not homicidal maniacs and would not hurt you, yet you still could not suppress your fear of their uncontrollable behavior, as though one of them might suddenly have an episode at any moment.

The danger was minor, but the psychological pressure was immense.

Sylphiel was now... experiencing it firsthand.

Rimuru noticed her little movement. "You can't run away, Miss Sylphiel."

He flashed a brilliant smile. The next moment, all the bent-over Twisted Ones turned their gazes toward Sylphiel, and wave after wave of locking intent instantly crashed down upon her.

"Weren't you just saying you wanted to spend a lovely night with me?"

Sylphiel nearly burst into tears. Turning around, she forced out a smile. "Ahaha... I-I... I just didn't know you were a married man..."

Bastard! I thought Lilith was the one I needed to watch out for, but it turned out to be the Twisted Ones... sob!

If I'd known, I never would have come here... But you really are a scumbag, Rimuru!!

Names flashed through Sylphiel's mind as she ground her teeth. Lilith from the council, Ling Ling from the Light Chasers... and now The Truth Society too. She had thought he was merely two-timing, but he was actually playing the field. Most importantly, he even went after both enemies and allies. This Succubus admitted defeat!

"Hmm? I get the feeling you're cursing me