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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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Camilla, the half-succubus, was taken in by the Demon Lord when she was five years old.
Her parents, who had given her life and a name, perished in a tribal war, leaving her an orphan, one of many wandering the streets. It was then that the Demon Lord, passing by, happened upon her.
Camilla’s first encounter with the Demon Lord left a lasting impression.
“I have a daughter about your age. Perhaps that’s why I couldn’t just leave you.”
Rescued by the Demon Lord, Camilla was given a new life.
He had initially intended to adopt her, but Camilla refused.
Too great a debt could never be repaid.
That was what the young Camilla believed.
Instead of becoming his adopted daughter, she chose to become a maid, serving him closely. Under the strict tutelage of the senior maids and the head maid, she grew and matured.
Fortunately, her appearance was indistinguishable from a full-blooded succubus. As long as she kept her mixed heritage a secret, there wouldn’t be any problems.
Ten years passed, then twenty, then thirty.
Camilla blossomed into a beautiful woman, her white hair and porcelain skin captivating, the frail, emaciated child she once was a distant memory.
The Demon Lord was pleased with how well she had grown.
This filled Camilla with immense joy. To bring happiness to the Demon Lord, whom she deeply respected, despite her own lowly birth, was an honor.
One day, a group of humans, led by the Hero, infiltrated the Demon Lord’s castle, intent on assassinating him.
Camilla’s heart sank when she first heard the news.
She hadn’t yet repaid the debt she owed him, and now he was in mortal danger.
However, her worries proved unfounded.
She heard from the other maids that the Demon Lord had survived the assassination attempt thanks to one of the Hero’s companions betraying them.
That evening, Camilla was summoned by the Demon Lord.
He asked her if she would be willing to keep a close watch on the Hero’s former companion, the Archmage Kaldrash.
Camilla accepted.
She saw this as an opportunity to finally repay the debt she owed the Demon Lord.
It was not a request he would make lightly, a sign of the trust he placed in her.
He had told her she could refuse if it was too much to ask, but Camilla insisted she was happy to accept the task.
And so, she met the mage who had betrayed humanity and the Hero, Kaldrash.
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Kaldrash was a strange man.
He introduced himself as a mage, but his mannerisms were more like those of a seasoned soldier.
Leather armor beneath his green robe, flight goggles around his neck, and short-cropped blond hair.
He called himself a selfish man, claiming his courteous demeanor was merely a facade.
But to Camilla, he seemed too bold to be truly selfish, yet too petty to be truly magnanimous.
He was the most peculiar person she had met in her thirty-five years of life.
Perhaps the saying about geniuses and madness held true.
Just a day after joining the Demon Lord’s army, Kaldrash sparred with Ozma, the Demon Lord’s daughter.
While he may have considered it a simple spar, Camilla observed that Ozma had fought with all her might.
When Ozma was so easily defeated by Kaldrash, Camilla felt a secret thrill.
She envied Ozma. She resented the fact that Ozma, the daughter of the Demon Lord she so admired, seemed to find her position burdensome.
Later, the Demon Lord summoned Kaldrash and ordered him to the village below the castle.
The Demon Lord, as Camilla knew him, was a cautious man. He was likely testing Kaldrash.
And he would undoubtedly rely on Camilla’s judgment to determine if Kaldrash could be trusted.
This was why, after exchanging a glance with the Demon Lord before leaving his office, Camilla had followed Kaldrash closely.
Officially, it was to assist him, but in reality, it was to observe his every move.
However, the magic Kaldrash displayed in the wheat fields, assisting with the harvest, far surpassed her expectations.
It made her appreciate the Demon Lord’s foresight. To believe that someone with such power would defect to the Demon Lord’s army without an ulterior motive was naive.
He undoubtedly had some hidden agenda.
Therefore, she resolved to remain vigilant.
That night, she worked late in her room, compiling a report for the Demon Lord.
Suddenly, she heard strange noises coming from Kaldrash’s room next door.
Worried, she left her room and peeked through the gap in his tightly closed door.
And she witnessed it.
A world she had never known.
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“…”
I woke up early in the morning, roused by the chirping of birds outside the window.
I turned my head at the sound of soft breathing beside me and saw Violet, lying next to me, sharing the same blanket.
Her neck was covered in red marks from our passionate lovemaking the night before.
I had similar marks on my shoulders and back, where she had scratched me in her fervor, her bestial instincts awakened.
I picked up my pants from the floor and gently shook Violet’s shoulder to wake her.
“Mmm… Honey?”
Still half-asleep, she rubbed her eyes, calling for her absent husband. I chuckled and whispered in her ear,
“If you don’t wake up soon, the village elder will catch us.”
Violet’s eyes snapped open, and she abruptly sat up in bed.
The movement pulled the blanket down, revealing her ample breasts, but we didn’t have time to worry about that.
She quickly gathered her scattered clothes and tied her hair back up, which had come undone during our passionate encounter.
As she was about to leave the room with the empty wine bottle and plate, she stopped, turned back to me, and kissed me on the cheek.
“Last night was… wonderful.”
She winked and left. It was the highest praise a man could receive.
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When it was time for breakfast, we gathered around the dining table.
The village elder, whom I hadn’t seen last night, sat at the head of the long table, and beside him sat Violet, back in her full beastkin form.
The marks I had left on her neck were hidden by her thick fur.
Breakfast was a quiet affair.
Not only did we have little to say, but I was also exhausted from my exertions the night before.
As I listlessly pushed the food around my plate, forcing myself to eat, Violet, who was attending to the village elder, asked in a cheerful voice,
“Mage, what time are you planning to start working today?”
I glanced at the clock on the wall.
It was 8 AM.
Assuming it would take about the same time as yesterday, it would be best to start while it was still relatively cool.
Having reached this conclusion, I looked at Camilla, seeking her opinion.
“…”
But she avoided my gaze.
I racked my brain, trying to remember if I had done something wrong, but nothing came to mind.
We had been talking normally at dinner.
Then, I remembered.
Camilla’s room was right next to mine.
I had asked Violet about the soundproofing because I was worried about the village elder overhearing us, not Camilla in the next room.
Well, it was more accurate to say that I hadn’t had the time to think about it.
With a growing suspicion, I leaned closer to Camilla.
She was practically hunched over her bowl, barely touching her soup. Startled by my sudden proximity, she looked up.
I gestured for her to come closer, and she hesitantly leaned in.
I whispered in her ear,
“You saw, didn’t you?”
Camilla’s pale face instantly flushed crimson.
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