Chapter 77: The Goddess of Evil

Just like puppets on strings, the crowd on the dance floor moved to their own rhythms, but they were called puppets because their minds were not on merrymaking.

More like following an irresistible command, from the moment Beatrice emerged, she became the focus of all eyes and even of thoughts.

Though every heart was restless, no one took that step; their own thoughts held them back. No one dared break through that invisible barrier, bearing the blasphemy and sin surfacing within them.

So, they displayed their feathers like peacocks in heat, eagerly anticipating the Queen's grace.

"Anna." Lady Rose approached the succubus, with nothing else in her eyes.

"Lady Beatrice, you are as beautiful as ever today." As Beatrice approached, the succubus began to cry with joy, just like an ardent fan meeting an idol, completely overwhelmed.

Beatrice reached out her hand, playing with the succubus's hair, and as she looked at her excitingly close to fainting, her lips curled into a smile.