Time returned to the present.

"Wh-what do you mean 'did nothing'?" Xila quickly stepped back several paces and cowered in the corner.

"Just what it sounds like," Xia Xin said with a shrug. "I'm a decent person. How could I possibly take advantage of you like that?"

Xila stared blankly.

Could it be the Calamity Witch truly hadn't done anything to her?

All those thoughts earlier—were they just her own delusions? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Didn't that mean her body held zero allure to the Calamity Witch?!

Even the Calamity Witch wouldn't toy with her body... At that thought, Xila felt a hammer smash her heart. Her confidence, built over years, vanished completely.

"Whimper... Witch Miss..." Xila looked at Xia Xin with a pitiful expression and whispered, "Are my body and looks really so repulsive...?"

?

A question mark popped in Xia Xin's mind.

No way! Again?!

From Xila's expression and attitude, Xia Xin guessed the succubus juice's effects hadn't worn off. Her mind was still a mess.

But unlike before, Xia Xin wasn't afraid at all.

She was well-fed and rested, strength fully restored. Battling Xila for three days and nights wouldn't be a problem!

If this future Demon King kept acting recklessly, Xia Xin would make her taste the Calamity Witch's formidable might!

Just then, footsteps sounded behind her. Xia Xin turned to see Remiel walking down, saying, "Little Xia Xin, you spent three days in a place like this? How pitiful~"

This person—!

Xila snapped to hyper-alert attention.

As a Demon Spy, she closely monitored human high-level powers, especially figures like the Hero and Holy Maiden.

She knew exactly who this was... the Holy Maiden. What was she doing here?

That expression, that gaze, that affectionate "little Xia Xin"...

Only one answer existed!

"Saint Lemil! She's trying to steal my Witch Miss!" Xila clenched her fists, thinking, "That's why Witch Miss didn't touch my body... Ugh, that despicable woman!"

Xila fumed. What was this?! She'd come first!

Just a Holy Maiden—only taller, with no other merits. Even her chest was smaller... Grr, did Witch Miss prefer petite girls?!

"Sniff sniff... succubus juice scent..." Remiel licked her lips. "Little Xia Xin, your tastes are unique. Such a strong smell! If the drinker doesn't release it, their brain might fry. They'd become a mindless body chasing only lust."

"Huh, that serious?!" Xia Xin glanced at Xila.

Signs of that were already showing!

"Just kidding," Remiel walked up to Xila, hand outstretched. "You accidentally swallowed succubus juice, right? In the Holy Maiden's name, I pray to the almighty god: grant me Holy Light's power..."

Remiel's prayer gestures and chants truly held a Holy Maiden's grace.

Then her hand slammed down hard on Xila's head.

"Ah! That hurts!" Xila yelped, clutching her head. "What are you doing?!"

"Well, of course to bestow Holy Maiden power and erase the juice's effects," Remiel said matter-of-factly.

"Did you have to hit so hard?! Ugh... my head's splitting!" Xila was certain this was revenge for secretly cursing her as a "steel plate" moments ago.

"This is standard procedure," Remiel raised her hand again. "Like fixing malfunctioning magic gear—just knock it hard a few times... Knock!"

"No! Stop!"

After about a dozen knocks, Remiel released Xila's head. Xila slumped dizzily onto the bed, stars swirling above her. She seemed unconscious.

But true to being the Demon King, Xila opened her eyes seconds later. Her expression was no longer dopey—calm and composed.

Finally back to normal.

"Ah... what just..." Xila rubbed her head, piecing together scattered memories over half a minute. A blush spread across her cheeks. Her hands and feet trembled slightly.

I... I actually did those things?!

Ah! I want to die!

Under Xia Xin and Remiel's gazes, Xila wished for a hole to vanish into.

"Alright, little demon, since you're recovered, I'll explain what happened," Remiel said, ignoring Xila's state, and recounted her talk with Xia Xin.

"We can be released directly? Really?!" Xila gasped.

She and Xia Xin were a Demon Spy and Calamity Witch—once death-row criminals facing three days of magical bombardment. Even now, they were top-tier offenders, locked in detention.

For such criminals, the Holy Maiden just... released them?!

"I've heard this generation's Holy Maiden is strong-willed, but ignoring the law outright..." Xila thought. "And Witch Miss agreed too... Huh? Wait!"

From Remiel's story...

The Calamity Witch backed down?!

Another hammer smashed Xila's heart.

Impossible! That was the Calamity Witch!

Xila refused to believe it. The witch who'd toyed her into surrender wouldn't yield to a mere Holy Maiden.

No—Xia Xin was the Calamity Witch! This had to be part of a deeper plan.

Mhm, definitely!

Xila's shock turned to silent mockery. After days together, she understood the Calamity Witch too well.

Saint Lemil had already fallen into Witch Miss's trap. Once the net closed, the holy Holy Maiden would become the witch's plaything.

Xila sneered inwardly at Remiel's naivety. Exploit the Calamity Witch? Only an idiot would try.

And Xila herself? Hmph. Unlike Remiel, unknowingly toyed with, Xila knew exactly how she was being played.

That alone made her the true winner.