73. Bar Owner Beatrice

The mask's bright red smile cracked all the way to the ears; one could imagine how chilling it must have appeared to the succubus.

William shook the piece of parchment as if the succubus's fragile body were drifting in the harsh reality of existence.

"This is a succubus, the popular character from those forbidden fantasy literatures. You can imagine the drool those noble sons would leave behind, no, probably all men would be smitten. As a mid-level demon race, born with magic power, it also makes a pretty good familiar. And to repay a kindness by offering oneself is only natural, right?"

Could a person be so shameless?

Just as Lyle was reevaluating his companion, the succubus was struggling with itself.

"I'm very sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I can't meet your expectations because I am only a half-demon. My father is an ordinary human, and apart from inheriting my mother's appearance, my strength is probably not greater than that of an adult man."