A Panas Succubus was the embodiment of envy, greed, and desire.
So many marks of depravity might have made it an example tied to a stake and burned by flames within an orderly social structure. Yet in the world of demons, every bit of the Panas Succubus's depravity instead became part of its boundless allure.
The more wicked and wanton, the more flavor it had. This was not merely a demonic aesthetic; even among some humans who revered virtue, such latent desire lay suppressed.
"Connected to several Greater Demons?" Angel looked at Canaan in startled disbelief. Greater Demons were at least existences above Level Two True Knowledge Wizards. Even in Demon City, they absolutely occupied the core strata.
Canaan nodded, lingering fear on its face. "I rang the wind chimes just now because it had arrived..."
With the confidence Fafnir had granted it, Canaan could receive other demons—even ordinary mid-level demons—without changing expression. But this Panas Succubus named "Hai" was simply too special in Lasudelan. Though it was only a mid-level demon, it bore more than one mark of a Greater Demon. Any disrespect toward Hai would almost immediately reach the eyes of the Greater Demons behind it.
After hearing Canaan's introduction to Hai, Angel rubbed his temples in distress.
Since opening a shop in Lasudelan, this was exactly the sort of situation he least wanted to encounter. He only wanted to quietly earn the money of ordinary demons; demons with powerful backers were something he wanted no part of. Like that Young Fire Demon before—it had also been a major headache.
But now that things had come to this, there had to be a solution.
Angel said to Canaan, "Go soothe the other customers first. I'll think of something here."
Canaan wanted to say that the other customers needed