"Refuse?"
The Black Saintess studied Abner's face for a few seconds, surprised that a viscount with such a poor reputation could resist her Fascination. Then she gave him a suggestive smile, straddled him, and slipped her pale hand beneath his clothes...
"My lord viscount, you don't have the right to refuse..." As she spoke, she moved to give Abner the ultimate Pleasure and break his will completely.
But Abner, who had let her do as she pleased, sighed and said with feigned regret, "I'm curious about Pleasure too, but... time's up!"
"Time's up?!" The Black Saintess, her glossy black hair falling loose around her shoulders, stopped for the first time and frowned.
Then she saw the figure beneath her rapidly fade and vanish in an instant.
"A Historical Projection?!" The Black Saintess had been around since the Fourth Epoch, when the three great Demoness families stood side by side. She had seen enough to recognize what Abner had been.
Oh no. He may have been bait! Her heart tightened. She tried to use Mirror Traversal to leave at once.
But her expression darkened the next moment. Somehow, the Mirror World she had created had fallen under Secrecy.
Worse, an inexplicable white mist had appeared within it. A beautiful woman with a high-bridged nose, full lips, and dark gray eyes strolled out of the mist.
"Leticia Tamara? Weren't you killed?" The Black Saintess's face darkened further. She had taken part when the Succubus Family followed the Night Emperor to besiege Leticia.
In fact, her nostalgia for those days was part of the reason she had called herself the Black Saintess after joining Cheek.
"So it's you, Medea... You joined Cheek? Then you must have had a hand in Cheek taking the Demoness of Apocalypse characteristic from Mollica, and in Trunsoest later