"You really are a demon who devours people."
The Succubus Queen gave him the highest praise.
"This poison has cut off every possibility of its own accord. So, could you describe it for me?"
"Syphilis. It makes all kinds of rashes gradually appear on the body."
"Even the most beautiful person will become ugly."
"Then it gradually makes people feel nauseated, feverish, and gives them headaches and vomiting."
"That's the price you pay for indulging in pleasure too much."
"After that comes the loss of sensation. People feel pleasure through intimate contact, through their ears, nose, mouth, and eyes, and through the lower part of the body that you and I both know."
"But if nothing feels right, and no matter what you try, you can't feel pleasure—that torment is already very familiar to you."
"There's also incontinence. You're a succubus, and the Succubus Queen at that. You surely know all kinds of ways to play."
"But loss of sensation, incontinence, an ugly body, and all kinds of nausea, fever, and headaches..."
"Then it corrodes the bones, making them diseased and rotten, blurred and decayed like flesh."
"What do you think?"
"From a traditional perspective, some plagues and hereditary diseases could be called curses, or even Divine Punishment. Do you think I can't wield Divine Punishment?" (In a world with gods, tradition means religion. That's how religious people's minds would interpret the world.)
(The effectiveness of invoking a god's name was beyond imagination.)
Lynn, who had always insisted that humanity should rely on itself, began invoking a god's name.
Which god it was didn't matter. What mattered was that there was a god.
"Divine Punishment?" The Succubus Queen, Chrisel, froze for a moment. "That's a very serious term."
"But we don't worship the same god, do we?"
"The Demon Race