After acknowledging the reality, they started chasing their husbands to the crematorium

The house that Lilyss had purchased wasn’t particularly large. It was just a two-story loft, far from being a mansion. However, the price wasn’t cheap.

A curved staircase led to the second floor. The facilities like the kitchen were well-maintained and quite tidy, resembling a small inn.

Lyle tossed her onto the bed. By the moonlight, he glanced around the room, which had a typical elven ambiance. Pink bedsheets, pink pillows, and even a stuffed toy at the bedside. However, as she had mentioned, there was a pleasant floral fragrance in the air.

Was this a unique scent among the elven race?

“It’s so hot…”

Lilyss restlessly tossed and turned.

After a while, she groggily gathered her legs and began to slowly roll down her black sheer stockings, revealing her delicate, slender legs. There was a question that had always piqued Lyle’s curiosity.

In the world of magic, technological advancements in various fields were scarce. There was hardly any research conducted in many areas, like explosives, which were unnecessary due to the existence of powerful mages.

The top-level mages were essentially walking nuclear bombs in humanoid form.

However, one aspect of society had seen rapid development – various women’s attire.

Concepts like stockings, lingerie, maid outfits, and suspender belts were all the rage. It was a peculiar phenomenon, one that raised questions about the Seelie race, no matter where they were in the world, always excelling in this particular field.

However, Lyle didn’t intend to stand there and watch someone take off their stockings forever.

He was just curious about the material of the stockings.

Should I sneakily take one?

Would she notice? It seemed too obvious.

What if I took both of them? Lyle contemplated for a while. Still, it felt too perverted.

Yet, a grown man buying stockings at a store would be even more peculiar. Besides, logically speaking, stockings worn on feet for an entire day might not smell pleasant.

However, as Lilyss fully revealed her bare feet and threw her sheer black stockings onto the bed, the floral fragrance became even stronger.

It could be described as rich and intoxicating, truly delightful. It had the kind of natural scent that could attract butterflies.

Lyle found it hard to imagine what lay beneath the clothes of this elven girl – an exquisite, fragrant paradise.

There might even be some natural aphrodisiac effects at play during certain activities.

Lyle sniffed the air and left the room.

However, when he opened the door, he heard faint sounds of distress. Lyle listened carefully; the sounds were coming from the kitchen. Right, Lilyss mentioned she had a roommate, didn’t she?

Lyle re-closed the door and headed towards the kitchen. He was momentarily taken aback by what he saw there. An open emergency medical kit lay on the floor.

Scissors, a small knife, and scattered bandages were all over the place.

Sitting in the corner was a young girl with silver long hair, deep red pupils, and a tiny, heart-shaped pointed tail at her tailbone.

She was dressed in the most common attire of a Swordmaster.

This was… an Succubus?

In the world of Iofar, there were no racial conflicts; everyone coexisted. However, there was a hierarchy of disdain.

Humans looked down on other races, and different races looked down on each other. And then everyone together looked down on Succubi.

Of course, this didn’t apply when they were in the Dreamer’s Haven.

Many people there liked to call Succubi “dad” or “brother”.

But Lyle had yet to experience what it was like to be with an Succubus.

His gaze fell on the Succubus’s lower leg, and his pupils slightly contracted.

“Who are you?”

“Don’t move, I’m Lilyss’s friend,” Lyle’s voice deepened as he picked up the small knife from the ground.

“You encountered the corruption in the cemetery on the ninth level. If we don’t remove this piece of flesh, by tomorrow, your entire calf muscle will necrotize.”

The Succubus had not yet fully comprehended the situation as the small knife quickly cut into the blackened flesh on her leg. Her body trembled violently, and her tail instinctively wrapped around Lyle’s hand.

“Hold on,” Lyle said.

The Succubus’s blood flowed down her leg, onto Lyle’s hand, and then onto the floor, scalding hot.

Lyle continued to work on removing the corrupted flesh while trying to keep the Succubus as still as possible. It was a painful process, and the Succubus clenched her teeth to endure the agony. Her tail tightened around Lyle’s hand, but she made no sound.

After a painstakingly delicate procedure, Lyle managed to remove the infected tissue, leaving a clean wound behind.

He quickly applied some disinfectant and wrapped the wound with sterile bandages. The Succubus, although pale from the pain, appeared to be out of immediate danger.

“You’ll need to rest and recover,” Lyle said as he finished dressing the wound.

“And avoid any further exposure to the corruption. It’s a nasty thing.”

The Succubus nodded weakly, her tail slowly releasing its grip on Lyle’s hand.

Lyle then noticed that her name was stitched into the collar of her robe.

“Is your name Seraphina?”

The Succubus nodded again, her red eyes filled with gratitude.

Lyle helped her to sit more comfortably and offered her a glass of water. She sipped it slowly, her trembling gradually subsiding.

“Thank you,” Seraphina finally whispered, her voice hoarse from the pain.

Lyle smiled gently.

“You’re welcome. Just be more careful in the future. I’ll check on you tomorrow to make sure the wound is healing properly.”

With that, he stood up, gathered the scattered medical supplies, and left Seraphina to rest.

As he walked back to his room, he couldn’t help but wonder about the mysteries of the ninth level and what other challenges and surprises awaited him in this enigmatic world.

In the sanctuary, priests are known for their self-discipline, compassion, and purity.

Among them, Emiliya excelled in her class, boasting the highest achievements. Her abilities primarily revolved around healing and purification.

As a scholar, he naturally held a deep affinity for priests who shared the role of support, surpassing even that of swordsmen and magicians. Perhaps it’s an innate incompatibility between succubi and the divine light?

“So, you don’t have a team? Including scholars and mages?” Lyle collected the emergency medical kit from the floor. “In the underground dungeons, it’s impossible to journey alone.”

“I understand, but I don’t want to end up like other succubi, wasting away in the Dreamer’s Haven, indulging in carnal desires.”

“Well, it’s up to you.” Lyle remained noncommittal.

“Are you roommates with Lilyss?”

“Yes, we purchased this house together.”

Having just assisted him, the succubus did not reject engaging in conversation with this rather loquacious man. However, her legs were currently numb, rendering her incapable of standing.

Lyle was left speechless.

An unusual mix here in this home: an extensive variety of elves, plus one succubus. If any man enters this house, he should probably ponder whether he will exit alive, don’t you think?

“Are you a scholar?” Lyle denied it, and the succubus nodded in response.

“And what about Lilyss?”

“She’s drunk. Rest assured and take your own rest; there’s no need to concern yourself.”

The succubus cast a glance at him, remained silent for a while, and eventually, she limped her way up the stairs with the support of the wall.

“For the next couple of days, try to avoid contact with water. If you can’t help it, just wipe it off,” Lyle advised as she paused briefly while leaning on the wall, and then she continued to ascend around the corner of the staircase.

Could she at least say thank you? Lyle sighed and took a seat in the living room.

One intoxicated individual.

One partially disabled.

And a succubus adventurer?

Truly, it was a first for him.