Chapter 11: Succubus and Elf
The house that Lilith bought wasn't very big.
It was just a two-story loft, not some kind of mansion.
But it wasn't cheap. A winding staircase led up to the second floor.
It had all the usual facilities like a kitchen and was very tidy—almost like a guest house.
Leier threw her onto the bed.
By the moonlight, he looked around, and the elf's room indeed had a very girly vibe.
Pink sheets, pink pillows.
There was even a stuffed animal on the bedside.
But just as she said, there was a lovely floral fragrance in the air...
Is this the unique scent of the elven race?
"So hot..."
Lilith restlessly tossed and turned.
After a while, she curled up, her legs pulling up, and began slowly pulling down her black stockings, revealing her slender, pale legs.
One thing had always intrigued Leier.
In the magical world, production technologies hadn't really advanced.
No one was researching things like explosives.
The top-tier mages were like human nukes.
But one thing had developed at a fast pace: women's clothing.
Black stockings, white stockings, maid dresses, spaghetti straps—there was no shortage of it.
It's safe to say that this species, no matter where, has always been quite remarkable.
But Leier wasn't standing there just to watch her take off her stockings.
He was simply curious about the material.
If I secretly grab one, would she notice?
Seems too obvious.
Should I take both?
Leier thought for a moment.
He still felt it was too creepy.
Besides, it's weirder for a grown man to buy stockings in a shop.
And logically speaking, stockings that have been worn all day wouldn't smell great...
But as Lilith completely revealed her bare feet and threw her thin black stockings onto the bed, that floral fragrance grew even stronger.
It was so rich, it could almost be described as intoxicating and refreshing.
The kind of scent that would attract butterflies—a perfect, natural fragrance.
During intimacy... this would definitely have some natural aphrodisiac effect.
Leier couldn't help but imagine what it was like under this elf girl's clothes, how exquisite the warmth and softness must be.
He took a deep breath and left.
However, when he opened the door, a faint sound of painful groaning came from the kitchen.
Leier listened carefully. It was coming from the kitchen.
Right, Lilith mentioned she had a roommate, didn't she?
Leier closed the door again and walked toward the kitchen.
He was momentarily stunned by what he saw.
On the floor, there was an open emergency medical kit.
Scissors, a small knife, and bandages scattered everywhere.
In the corner, a girl sat.
Silver hair, deep crimson eyes, and a small tail shaped like a heart at the base of her spine.
She wore the most ordinary [Swordmaster] robe.
This... was a succubus?
In Iophe, there was no racial conflict; they coexisted.
But there was a hierarchy.
Humans looked down on other races.
Other races looked down on each other.
And everyone looked down on succubi.
Except in the Dreamland.
Many people liked to have succubi call them daddy or brother.
But Leier hadn't experienced that taste yet.
His gaze fell on the succubus's calf, his pupils shrinking slightly.
"Who?"
"Don't move, I'm Lilith's friend."
Leier's voice darkened as he picked up the small knife from the ground. "You've been infected by the pollution from the ninth layer's graveyard. If you don't remove this infected flesh, by tomorrow, your calf muscles will necrotize."
The succubus hadn't reacted yet when the knife quickly sliced into the blackened flesh.
Her body trembled violently, and her tail instinctively wrapped around Leier's hand.
"Hold on."
The succubus's blood, hot as fire, flowed down her calf to Leier's hand and onto the floor.
Leier winced, but gripped her ankle tightly.
Who knows how she got infected.
But seeing her foot arch painfully, Leier could only quickly remove the infected flesh.
"I... will kill you..."
Luckily, it hadn't reached the bone. He quickly tore off the bandages, and wrapped them with herbal medicine in several layers.
"Rest for a few days. Change the blueflower herbs and bandages, and you'll be fine."
Leier threw the knife into the sink, staring at the redness on his hand.
The succubus seemed to realize that this man had just saved her.
She curled up in the corner of the kitchen, hugging her knees, not speaking.
Her slender tail gently brushed the ground.
Because of Leier's decisive actions, the whole process was actually very quick.
The threatening atmosphere slowly turned into a form of vigilance.
After a long while, she stiffly spoke.
"Your hand."
Lyle shook his head. "I'm fine. But you—you're a swordswoman. Where's your priest?"
"I don't have a priest."
The succubus's expression instantly turned cold. "They're just a bunch of trash who worship the Holy Light. Do you really think they'd want to team up with someone like me?"
Lyle frowned.
The Holy Light, in simple terms, was the belief in the sun's brightness, warmth, and life-giving power.
Priests from the Holy Church focused on discipline, compassion, and purity.
Amelia had been the top student of her class.
Her abilities were mainly healing and purification.
As a scholar himself, Lyle naturally had a better opinion of priests than swordsmen or mages.
Maybe succubi and the Holy Light are just... natural enemies?
"So you have no team? No scholar or mage?"
Lyle packed up the emergency medical kit on the ground. "You can't survive the dungeon alone."
"I know. But I don't want to end up like other succubi, rotting away in Dreamland, using my body to entertain."
"Alright, suit yourself."
Lyle didn't comment further. "You and Lilith—roommates?"
"Yes, we bought this place together."
She had just helped him, after all. The succubus didn't mind answering this guy—who clearly liked to talk.
Mainly because her legs were still numb.
She couldn't stand up.
Lyle sighed helplessly.
An elf with a weirdly broad XP range, plus a succubus.
Any man walking into this house would probably wonder if he'd leave alive.
"You're a scholar?"
Lyle denied, "No."
The succubus nodded and didn't press.
"What about Lilith?"
"She's drunk. Just rest, don't worry about her."
The succubus glanced at him, silent for a moment.
Then she limped toward the stairs, using the wall for support.
"These next two days, avoid water. If you really can't help it, just wipe yourself down."
Her body paused slightly, but then she continued up the stairs and disappeared around the corner.
Couldn't even say thank you, huh?
Lyle sighed and pulled over a chair to sit in the living room.
A drunk.
And a half-disabled succubus.
A succubus adventurer, no less?
That's a first.