"As you command."

Silva bowed her head completely, as if thoroughly broken. No matter what Ledyah said, she responded with unwavering respect, without a trace of complaint.

In every way, she was a pure soul who craved strength.

Noah shed her valiant traveler’s attire, returning to her usual form: a white ceremonial gown revealing most of her ample bosom, adorned with star-like embellishments that radiated nobility. Her loose silver hair transformed into an intricate princess braid. Beside her floated the shimmering "True World," making her resemble a starlit princess.

Afterward, Ledyah questioned Silva further and laid out several demands. Silva answered each one without hesitation.

Noah, however, seemed utterly indifferent. Instead of returning to the throne, she strolled toward the maids’ spectator seats—as if she hadn’t just fought. The maids instinctively parted, offering her a seat while casting awed glances. After the battle, not one of them lacked reverence for this enigmatic Dragonkind girl.

Except for one voice whining, "Sniff... Noah-sama has another loli outside now? Waaah..."

The night’s commotion settled. Before leaving, Silva—now fully loli-sized—fixed her gaze on Noah. Her eyes held a complex mix of emotions: respect, gratitude, resentment. Finally, she closed her slightly dazed eyes and departed without looking back, flanked by her loyal followers.

......

"Mmm~~~ What a workout~. So tired~. I just wanna flop onto a warm bed and sleep forever."

After the crowd dispersed, Noah walked side by side with the Demon Lord down the castle corridor. She stretched luxuriously, showcasing her voluptuous curves. With the ordeal over, she’d reverted to her Holy Maiden form: cherry-blossom hair in a princess braid, hazy pink eyes like polished jade, and that scandalously revealing Goddess Robe—her signature look.

"This form is way comfier~~," Noah declared.

Yet some things never changed, no matter shifts in hair color, features, or body.

For instance...

Ledyah’s gaze drifted downward thirty centimeters, locking onto the twin mounds barely contained by Noah’s robe—each slightly larger than a basketball. Just looking at them could make anyone ravenous.

"Oh, right, Demon Lord."

Noah skipped two steps ahead, bare feet lightly tapping the air. With a playful twirl, she produced an object from behind her back. "While reshaping Silva’s body, I found this weird thing. It felt different from the other impurities. Do you know what it is?"

She cradled a pitch-black seed in her palms. Ledyah snapped out of her daze, examining it closely.

"...An Abyssal Wedge?"

Her expression turned grave the moment she recognized it.

"Noah, may I keep this for now?"

She offered no explanation, trusting Noah would comply.

"Mhm~. Take it, take it~."

True to form, Noah handed it over without question, chirping like a carefree sparrow. Whether from absolute trust or sheer airheadedness, Ledyah breathed easier. She realized tonight’s incident might be far graver than she’d imagined—and she wasn’t ready for Noah to know.

"Hmm... You feel different tonight, Demon Lord~."

As Ledyah pondered, Noah leaned in close, her face suddenly inches away. Ledyah flinched, unprepared. Noah’s chest nearly pressed against her, the deep cleavage threatening to swallow her whole. Ledyah’s breath hitched. Crimson heat flared in her dark eyes, the air around her growing feverish.

—She’d already taken the limit-breaking elixir.

Back in their room, Noah would cling to her. Then she’d pin the little succubus down and turn the tables. Perfect strategy!

Her racing heart thrummed with anticipation. Her body felt invincible. Tonight, she’d settle this with the little demon once and for all.

"Eh, you’re always full of surprises, Demon Lord~."

Sensing Ledyah’s tension, a sly plan sparked in Noah’s mind. She feigned ignorance, yawning dramatically. "I’m pooped~. No collecting dues tonight~. I’ll just grab a snack, then cuddle you to sleep~."

"Huh?"

Ledyah blinked, realization dawning. If Noah backed out now, her preparations would be wasted!

"W-wait! As a succubus, you must crave it nightly! Don’t force yourself to rest—I’ll satisfy you if you want!" Panic edged her voice. She hadn’t even noticed the strange words tumbling out.

"Besides," she added desperately, "your racial instincts must be... troublesome, right?"

"Eh~? But you’re tired too~. Isn’t that unfair~?"

Clever Noah frowned prettily, her hazy pink eyes unreadable as she dragged out the hesitation. "My needs can wait. Maybe in a couple days~."

She never outright refused—just gently steered the Demon Lord toward the words she wanted.

"U-um..."

Tongue-tied, Ledyah floundered. She’d always let Noah take the lead before. Initiating herself now felt terrifying.

"Saaay~ it~."

Noah halted abruptly, her smooth back pressing against Ledyah’s chest. Cherry-pink lips brushed Ledyah’s ear.

"You have a wish, Demon Lord... but won’t say it aloud?"

The succubus’s sweet breath shattered Ledyah’s pointless pride. With a growl, she yanked Noah into a fierce embrace, ignoring her startled gasp.

"Little demon," Ledyah hissed, eyes glinting crimson, "you’re playing with fire."