"Length?"
"Ahem, I meant height."
The Deputy Chief Judge nodded. "All right. Focus."
Annan closed his eyes and cooperated, imagining what he would look like as an Incubus, using Beludona as his model.
Gradually, his body grew hot. His forehead, cheeks, back, and feet itched especially badly, as though something were growing out of them.
"Done."
The heat and itching faded. At the Deputy Chief Judge's words, Annan opened his eyes.
"Make a water mirror," Annan said. When nothing happened, he looked at Gandhi and said it again.
"Me?"
Gandhi, who had been watching from the sidelines, snapped back to attention.
"Who else? The Deputy Chief Judge?"
Gandhi obliged, conjuring a water mirror as tall as Annan.
Annan studied his reflection. Since he had modeled himself on Beludona, he looked like her half-brother: handsome and alluring. Besides his black hair and vertical pupils, his skin had taken on a shade between pale and gray-brown.
He now stood somewhere between 5.6 and 5.8 feet, a little taller than Gandhi, who was around 180 centimeters.
The demon horns on his forehead were nowhere near as fearsome as a Flame Demon's, and the wings on his back were rather small, more symbolic than useful. Yet with a thought, Annan floated into the air.
But...
"Why am I a Succubus?!"
Annan took another careful look, including at the markings on his abdomen, and confirmed that his features matched Elena's species exactly.
The Deputy Chief Judge raised his eyes. "Didn't you say Succubus? I must have misheard."
Seeing the Deputy Chief Judge's expression of utter innocence, Annan suddenly felt like betraying the Chaos Cult for real.
"This is prejudice!"
He was the Lord of Free City, a man who had won the world over through sheer personal charm. How had he ended up a Succubus