The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 1471: Chapter 209 - Demon Who Lurks At Night (4)

After almost thirty minutes of fighting, I finally finished dealing with the demonic beasts.

Honestly, the battle hadn’t been particularly difficult.

There had been quite a few of them, sure, but none of them were strong enough to push me into a corner. Most of the fight had felt more like cleanup work than an actual struggle. By the time the last beast fell, I wasn’t even breathing hard.

It was almost disappointing.

Almost.

After making sure the area was safe, I walked over to one of the corpses and grabbed it by the leg. It was a demonic wolf, one of the larger ones from the pack.

Food was food.

As long as it was edible, there was no reason to waste it.

I dragged the wolf over to our supplies and immediately got to work processing it. Before storing the meat, I had to skin it properly. Throwing an entire carcass into storage would just create unnecessary problems later, and I preferred getting the annoying work done immediately instead of putting it off.

While removing the hide, I occasionally glanced toward the storage jars we had brought along.

Those jars were enchanted with preservation magic.

The magic circles engraved on them were specifically designed to keep food from rotting.

They reminded me a little of the magical refrigerators sold in Leonamon.

Of course, these weren’t nearly as advanced.

The enchantments looked much simpler compared to the ones used in actual refrigeration units. The principles seemed similar enough, but the complexity wasn’t even close.

At least, that was my impression after looking at them.

Still, we weren’t exactly planning to spend months out here.

We were only traveling above the dry lands for around two weeks.

Considering that, the preservation jars should be more than enough to keep our food supplies fresh throughout the journey.

Or at least fresh enough that nobody would end up regretting dinner.

While I continued skinning the wolf, Foriel suddenly spoke from nearby.

"I thought that would turn into a much longer fight, but you handled it surprisingly well," she said.

I looked up briefly.

She was watching me with genuine curiosity.

"It seems you’ve gotten a much better handle on cursed swords. Honestly, I didn’t think something like that was possible. Every cursed sword user I’ve ever met either ended up being killed by the sword or eventually took their own life because they couldn’t endure it anymore. That’s why I find what you’re doing pretty impressive."

I shrugged slightly.

Personally, I wasn’t sure if I deserved that much praise.

Well.

Maybe I did.

At least a little.

When I thought about Ayuru, I had to admit my situation was unusual.

Taming a cursed sword and getting it to submit wasn’t exactly something people did every day.

Most people couldn’t even survive prolonged contact with one.

So maybe she wasn’t exaggerating as much as I initially thought.

"I actually have a cursed sword in my possession," she said.

That immediately caught my attention.

"I see. So that’s what I was sensing inside your carriage, huh?" I replied.

Foriel blinked.

"You noticed it?"

"Well, Ayuru was reacting to it too," I said. "That made it pretty obvious."

The presence coming from her carriage had been impossible to ignore.

Even before learning the truth, I had already suspected something dangerous was hidden inside.

The amount of evil energy radiating from it was overwhelming.

Finding out that it was a cursed sword honestly didn’t surprise me in the slightest.

It explained everything.

"Do you use it?" I asked.

Foriel immediately shook her head.

"If I use it, I’ll die," she said matter-of-factly. "I don’t have enough mana to wield it properly."

She paused for a moment before continuing.

"Honestly, if I touched it directly with my bare hands, I think I’d die almost instantly. It would probably drain the life out of me before I even realized what was happening."

That sounded about right for a cursed sword.

The stronger the sword, the more ridiculous the price usually became.

"So then..." I said. "Why keep it?"

Foriel smiled.

It wasn’t a cheerful smile.

It wasn’t even a particularly sad smile.

It was simply the smile of someone who had already made up her mind.

"Because I want to use it."

I stayed quiet. freewёbnoνel.com

"If I’m going to die," she continued, "then I want to use it on the person who took everything from me."

The answer came immediately.

She wanted to kill Satania.

Honestly, it wasn’t difficult to understand her reasoning.

According to her, using the sword would cost her life.

If she was already prepared to pay that price, then naturally she wanted to spend it on revenge.

A cursed sword powerful enough to kill its wielder probably wasn’t some ordinary weapon either.

There was a decent chance it could seriously injure someone as powerful as one of the Seven Deadly Sins.

At least, that was my assumption.

I wasn’t completely sure how effective cursed swords were against beings like them.

Still, if she somehow managed to stab Satania through a vital area, there was definitely a possibility it could work.

The problem was everything that came afterward.

Or rather, what wouldn’t come afterward.

Because once she used that sword, she would die.

Not maybe.

Not probably.

She would die.

And even then, success wasn’t guaranteed.

She still needed to get close enough.

She still needed to land the hit.

She still needed to survive long enough to actually swing the damn thing.

"I have to make it there," Foriel said quietly.

Her voice was calm.

"No matter what happens, I have to kill Satania."

The determination in her eyes was impossible to miss.

At that point, offering advice felt pointless.

People who had already accepted death rarely changed their minds because of a few encouraging words.

So I simply continued skinning the wolf.

The conversation died down after that.

For a while, only the sounds of my work filled the air.

Then something happened.

A scent drifted through the wind.

At first, it seemed insignificant.

Just another smell carried by the breeze.

But the moment it reached me, something felt wrong.

Or maybe right.

I honestly couldn’t tell.

The scent was sweet.

Far too sweet.

It slipped into my nose and immediately started affecting my thoughts.

My concentration wavered.

My reasoning weakened.

It felt as if someone had grabbed my brain and wrapped it in warm fog.

I froze for a second.

Then my head slowly turned toward the source.

The movement happened almost automatically.

Like my body had already made the decision before my mind caught up.

And then I saw them.

Seven women.

The moment my eyes landed on them, recognition hit instantly.

Even with my thoughts becoming increasingly muddled, I knew exactly what they were.

Succubus.

There was absolutely no doubt about it.

Their appearance alone would’ve been enough to raise suspicion.

Combined with that scent, the answer became obvious.

"Mr. Faust?"

Foriel’s voice reached me from behind.

I swallowed.

My throat suddenly felt dry.

The instant I looked at those seven women, my body reacted.

My cock immediately sprang up.

There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation.

It just happened.

I couldn’t stop it.

The succubus had clearly directed their scents toward me, and getting hit by the influence of seven succubus at the same time was far beyond what most people could casually resist.

Naturally, I became horny.

Extremely horny.

It also didn’t help that I hadn’t had sex yesterday.

Compared to my usual schedule, that practically counted as an extended period of deprivation.

My body had gotten far too used to regular sex.

Missing even one day apparently had consequences.

Annoying consequences.

Right now, though, none of that mattered.

My attention remained locked onto the seven women.

The scent kept pouring into my nose.

The temptation kept growing.

Every instinct inside my body was screaming at me.

Go.

Move.

Get closer.

The thoughts weren’t even particularly complicated anymore.

"W-Wait, Mr. Faust!" Foriel shouted.

Unfortunately, her warning came too late.

Before I even realized what I was doing, my legs had already started moving.

One second I was standing beside the wolf.

The next second I was running.

Sprinting directly toward the succubus before my brain had a chance to catch up with what my body had already decided to do.