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Chapter 531: Chapter 415: The Succubus Was Charmed by a Human?_2 Chapter 531: Chapter 415: The Succubus Was Charmed by a Human?_2 Even though over the past two hundred years, the Silver-Crowned Dragon no longer responded to the prayers of Avalonians.

It was not like the initial stage of the nation’s founding, where a miracle could be wrought from time to time or an Apostle sent to preside over grand ceremonies…

But after all, Avalon had the Pillar God above, and the bloodline inheritance of the Apostle families.

This was precisely what Star Antimony truly lacked—the relationship with the gods of the Upper Realm.

Why were the Giants of ancient times so dominating and unbridled?

It was because they had a Pillar God above their heads.

The “Supreme Heaven” and the “Silver-Crowned Dragon” employed entirely different methods of governance: It lavishly shared its own strength with the Giants, making them immensely powerful and allowing them to actively influence the Material Realm.

Whether it was the Helasal Empire or the Eternal Theocracy, they all had relations with Apostles.

The Horus Empire worshiped the Dawn Celestial Marshal, both Parthian Ancient Country and Primordial Empire had links to Pillar Gods.

Even the Eternal Frost Empire, controlled by Dwarves, had a “All-Heavens God” close to them.

In the areas nearby, only Star Antimony and the Iris Flower lacked relationships with the Upper Realm.

Left over were those Lizardfolk in the desert and the Trolls to the south still in their tribal era.

This was a secret only known to the higher-ups of Star Antimony—they did not care for Avalon’s ports, mines, or Gryphons.

They desired Avalon only to have this batch of “Founding Families” become the high nobility of Star Antimony, nothing more.

That way, the connections on Avalon’s side could be directly transferred to Star Antimony!

For this reason, she truly harbored no ill will towards Aiwass…@@novelbin@@

The thought of not wanting to harm him, and indeed wanting to whisk him away, came from deep within her.

They desired Yulia solely to open the secret treasures left by the former royalty; but their desire for Aiwass was earnest—they truly wanted this person.

But at this moment.

The crow on Aiwass’s body suddenly made an extremely abnormal move—

It seemed to have suddenly received some kind of attack command, inexplicably beginning to attack Aiwass!

Emma subconsciously stood up from the sofa, taking two steps back.

This allowed her to avoid those shadow blades sweeping towards her face.

With just a few strikes, a long, bone-deep wound was torn open on Aiwass’s pale collarbone.

Immediately after, the crow started pecking fiercely at the flesh clinging to the bone, glaring hatefully at Emma while pecking—it even made Emma feel a pang of heartache and somewhat perplexed.

Her brow furrowed, wanting to intervene.

But she was stopped by Aiwass’s hand for the second time.

That was a bone-deep wound, the white bone starkly visible.

“Isabel’s” cruelty and brutality towards Aiwass gave rise to discomfort and inexplicable anger in Emma’s heart.

Despite the bone-scraping pain, Aiwass’s face revealed a calm and compassionate look.

The next moment, a strong desire suddenly arose in Emma’s heart—a mix of many desires, of which she couldn’t discern the nature.

From the depths of Emma’s pink irises, a crimson light unsparingly seeped out.

It was a twisted “8” shaped light pattern, resembling a heart-like design, much like the Ouroboros.

By this time, the astute Emma had already realized.

—Somehow, Aiwass had freed himself from her charm.

Yet she didn’t even know how he accomplished it.

Resisting her Fifth Power Level Superior Phantom’s charm with a mere Third Power Level weak-willed mind?

That was a terrifying power of the mind that even a Fifth Power Level Transcendent could control!

Even though she hadn’t seriously tried to charm Aiwass, this still caused Emma to feel frustrated.

“Spending time with you has truly been very pleasant, Miss Emma.”

Aiwass spoke in a slow manner, articulating each word, “Like being in a hot spring perched atop the fiery pits of hell…

it is refreshing and very relaxing.”

Clearly, he was not entirely free from control.

Yet that mien, like a father or like master looking at her, along with the scent of his blood, made Emma’s breathing turn rough, and her heartbeat intensified.

Her fangs grew out, the Son of the Moon aspect temporarily overtaking the Succubus side.

…So thirsty, so hungry…

but why?

“Would you like to eat…

my flesh?”

Aiwass collapsed on the sofa, as the crow pecked at his flesh and blood.

The corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and his somewhat hoarse voice rang out, “But that’s not for you, it’s for her.”

A profound disappointment and sadness rose in Emma’s heart, akin to a childhood memory when her father refused to buy her the desired hunting dog.

Yet quickly, a sense of disbelief and shame followed…

She couldn’t understand why she had such bizarre thoughts.

As a Succubus in her juvenile form, she should be able to perfectly control all her desires.

If a Succubus were to truly fall in love with a mortal, that would be utterly laughable.

In her fear and confusion, she wanted to attack Aiwass.

Yet somehow, she was completely unable to strike, her gaze entirely captivated by Aiwass’s pupils.

A strong “impulse to obey” surged forth from within her heart—even stronger than the commands from “father.”

—This seemed to be a charm.

She quickly perceived the nature of this anomaly.

But this only made her feel both amused and ashamed—a succubus charmed by a human?

“I had a moment when I wanted to kill you.”

As if he truly could end his own life, Aiwass enunciated slowly, speaking the words Emma found laughable, “The moment I first realized I was under your control.”

But for some reason, Emma had no desire at all to ridicule Aiwass.

Instead, a strong sense of grievance surged into her heart, bringing tears to her eyes instantly.

That instant, it was as if she had returned to her childhood, transformed back into the little girl who was cruelly refused anything she wanted by her father.

“…But I quickly dismissed that thought.

Not because of your influence, but because, you came for peace.

You represent the monarch of Star Antimony.”

“I am not the monarch of Avalon, nor am I a usurper.

I have no right to decide your fate, to kill you, to wage war against Star Antimony…

I do not have the final say.”

“So I will restrain myself until she gives the order.”

Aiwass’s words became more fluent, symbolizing that through his own tenacious will, he had completely shaken off Emma’s psychical control.

But at the same time, the pitying look in his eyes that had shaken Emma’s soul, the lingering charm in her heart, and her feeling of vulnerability gradually began to dissipate.

The raven stopped pecking at Aiwass and lifted its head to look at itself.

Its blood-stained beak appeared shockingly ferocious.

For some reason, Emma saw a strong hatred and murderous intent in the eyes of the raven.

“…It seems I can’t leave you here to stay the night,”

Emma said with a wry laugh.

She wasn’t very flustered, but instead asked, “Is that really all?

You didn’t attack me just because your queen hasn’t ordered it?”

“Another reason is that I’m not yet prepared,” Aiwass said slowly, standing up from the sofa.

He adjusted his collar, hiding the blood-stained clavicle under his shirt.

Even inadvertently touching the wound, he did not cry out.

He squinted his eyes and said softly, “When we meet again…

I’ll bring you a Tarot card.”

“Are you going to read my fortune?”

Emma relaxed gradually, regaining her initial liveliness, and murmured like a little girl, “I want The Lovers card, is that possible?”

As a succubus by instinct, she began to sense Aiwass’s personal preferences.

But for some reason, as she watched Aiwass stand up, she subconsciously took a half step back.

“That card, I’ve already given to someone else,” Aiwass answered blandly.

“Won’t you shake hands with me before we part, dear?”

Emma advanced again with a smile, boldly stretching out her hand.

Aiwass gazed at her deeply, then suddenly chuckled lightly.

He reached out and briefly shook hands with Emma.

Following that, Aiwass boldly extended his arms, embracing her.

Just as a warm and innocent smile formed on the corners of Emma’s lips, Aiwass maintained a calm expression and whispered in her ear, his deep and husky voice making her knees go weak, “I am not your ‘dear,’ lady.

“—Your tricks won’t work on me anymore, demon.”

The next moment, Aiwass gently pushed her away and then opened the door.

Just as Aiwass was about to leave, he turned to look back at Emma, who was standing in a daze, her hand still raised mid-air, his lips slightly curved upwards.

“Fangs don’t suit you very well, Earl,” he mocked her one last time, yet with a smile as bright as the sun.

Aiwass bowed politely to Emma with a slight nod, and only then did he officially depart.