Ch.19Chapter 19 – The Hero and the Heavenly Demon’s Mentor (4)

I stood with Bi-wol and Verdandi as we continued our journey northward.

To meet Azazel Blackheart, I’d decided we needed to find her sister first.

In Bi-wol’s case, we had tracked down those involved in human trafficking, while with Verdandi, we learned her whereabouts through Wolfram.

The probability was high that this situation would be similar. We had already spent considerable money and time crossing the West.

“Dragon! It’s a dragon, Master!”

“No, that’s a wyvern—a dragon with limbs and wings.”

We made some fun memories along the way. Bi-wol and Verdandi jumped around excitedly like children at a zoo when they saw the wyvern.

“Are these people colored-eye people?”

“Senior! You shouldn’t refer to elves that way!”

There was also the time when Bi-wol made an unintentionally discriminatory comment about elves, and Verdandi frantically tried to smooth things over.

“I find it annoying that you keep calling me ‘senior.’ Why not use a different title?”

“Then I’ll call you Bi-wol, just like Master does!”

And when Verdandi almost casually used Bi-wol’s name, Bi-wol took it as an insult and unleashed her Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

“How dare you casually use the name my Master gave me?!”

“Are you challenging me right now?”

The Hero drew her holy sword while the Heavenly Demon took her fighting stance, ready to throw a punch. My sect’s teachings were originally rooted in fist techniques.

Bi-wol used a sword like an Inner Demon—she was the Heavenly Demon who appeared at the end of the original novel “Diamond Fist King.” I tried to keep her from using a sword as much as possible, but…

“…Should I buy her a sword later?”

The Inner Demon that had been eating away at her heart was now gone. She had become more expressive with her affection, like demanding kisses when greeting me, but…

At least she no longer endangered others out of jealousy.

Things had improved to the point where she now relieved stress by sparring with her fellow disciple, Verdandi.

“Huff… huff… How can you block a holy sword with your bare hands? That’s cheating!”

“And you—how can someone without inner energy resist demonic energy…?”

After dozens of these trivial confrontations, they realized their skills were evenly matched, and their fights gradually decreased.

“When Azazel arrives, we need to be prepared!”

“The succubus race is like seductive demons, feeding on the vital energy of adult men.”

Perhaps because they were similar in age, they eventually seemed to form a bond, showing signs of camaraderie.

Though I found it unsettling how they whispered about Azazel, whom I hadn’t yet accepted as a disciple.

“Azazel is certainly dangerous. Perhaps Verdandi and Bi-wol were just lucky.”

Their instincts weren’t wrong.

In the original story, Azazel was a character who turned to darkness after losing the protagonist she secretly loved to her twin sister.

To gain love, she made a contract with an Outer God and tormented the protagonist while seeing the future—the final boss.

That was the true identity of the girl named Azazel Blackheart.

“Is this… the Street of Succubi?!”

“It’s so different from what I imagined. Master, are you sure this is the right place?”

Our group looked around in confusion. Contrary to their expectations, the Street of Succubi was filled with gentlemen in suits and ladies in dresses walking about.

“Yes, human desires are most dangerous when disguised as good intentions.”

I discreetly used my spiritual sense to see through the passersby. They were all succubi and incubi, hiding their demonic horns and tails.

“Master! I can see they’re evil! What should we do?”

As Verdandi placed her hand on her chest, ready to draw her holy sword, I shook my head to stop her.

“Don’t draw your sword here. Not until we meet your sister.”

Fighting in the middle of enemy territory would be madness, especially against succubi without proper mental defense magic or countermeasures.

“Master, where should we go then?”

“Normally, we would go to the monastery here…”

In the original story, after being betrayed by her sister, Azazel secluded herself in a monastery and attempted to make a contract with an Outer God.

But…

“Let’s have a meal first and think about it. Have any of you had nightmares recently?”

It seemed as if fate was preventing us from meeting her.

Similar to how we found Bi-wol and Verdandi, we would need someone to guide us to Azazel.

My guess was that it would be someone closely connected to the original storyline.

“Nightmares…?”

“How can nightmares help us get food?”

Because at “Heaven’s Dream,” the restaurant run by Azazel’s twin sister Gabriel, they used people’s nightmares as seasoning for their dishes.

—

After walking through a small alley, we came upon a street lined with countless restaurants. One stood out with its gold-plated doors.

It seemed out of place in the Street of Succubi, with winged men and women serving food and drinks.

“Welcome to Heaven’s Dream!”

This was the place I had mentioned to my companions earlier. I looked around, searching for a pink-haired succubus.

Both Azazel and her twin sister Gabriel had pink hair and wings near their waist, which was their distinguishing feature.

“The women’s clothing here is too indecent! Master, please cover your eyes!”

Suddenly my vision went dark as I heard Bi-wol’s flustered voice from behind me.

Her small hands were damp with sweat. This place was indeed too provocative for children.

The servers wore outfits like heavenly angels, with just a few scraps of fabric covering their bodies.

“Amazing! No matter how I look at it, their clothes don’t fall off!”

In contrast, Verdandi was excitedly examining her surroundings. Having received divine revelation from her god, she was interested in this place that resembled heaven.

“Customers, what dream would you like to order?”

Just then, a succubus with small angel wings on her back and narrowed eyes approached us.

“I’d like a lamb steak based on childhood nightmares, sprinkled with spicy despair, and a tablespoon of sweet love.”

I ordered a special menu item only available at this establishment. This dialogue came from my original novel “I was Possessed In Idle Game.”

It was a setting I had added, thinking it would be nice for a collaboration with cafes or fast food places if my web novel ever became a game.

“Yes! Then adventurer, I’ll let you taste a moment of heaven!”

In the original story, this order meant you had business with the succubus waitress—offering your dream as currency in exchange for information.

“For these children, please prepare sandwiches based on their recent nightmares, with two spoonfuls of sweet future imagination, finished with a sprinkle of innocent first love.”

I ordered for Bi-wol and Verdandi, whose stomachs were growling. Unlike my previous order, this was actual food they could eat.

“Well, eating food in a dream will be a unique experience for them.”

It would be a special experience for my disciples, who had recently been crossing the line with their affectionate behavior.

They would dream of falling in first love with someone kinder and better than me, and satisfy their hunger within that dream.

“What kind of dish is that? Making sandwiches based on dreams! I can’t even imagine such food!”

“You’ll understand when you eat it. I’m being generous to you both.”

I nodded to Gabriel, indicating I needed her help. After my disciples fell asleep, I had matters to discuss with her.

—

About thirty minutes passed as Bi-wol and Verdandi munched on their sandwiches.

“Snore…”

Verdandi soon rested her head on the pillow provided below. The blonde-haired Hero was now sleeping face-down on the table, letting out soft snores.

“I shouldn’t… fall asleep…”

Unlike Verdandi, Bi-wol was fighting the drowsiness, nodding her head repeatedly.

She even tried to regulate her breathing to expel the energy from her body.

“Sleep well. The charm of this place is experienced in dreams.”

“Master…”

I gently stroked Bi-wol’s hair, making a soft rustling sound, telling her it was okay to fall asleep.

This was something I often did when she first came to my sect and had trouble sleeping.

“Master… I love you…”

Before I knew it, Bi-wol had nestled into my arms and fallen asleep with an angelic smile on her face.

Having successfully put everyone to sleep, I asked the staff to take them to rooms with comfortable beds.

They had already received nightmares as payment, so they wouldn’t do anything impure like stealing life energy.

They might engage in a little mischief to recreate the perfect first love, but I had established that in the Street of Succubi, such behavior would cost them their heads.

“You were looking for me?”

This street was where succubi and incubi, who couldn’t dream like humans, created a culinary experience by entering others’ dreams and sharing those experiences.

That was the hidden truth of the Street of Succubi.

“…Gabriel Blackheart.”

I carefully examined her appearance as I spoke.

She looked eerily similar to how I had described Azazel in the original work, with the only difference being her braided hair on one side.

“My, I didn’t expect you to know my name. Did another succubus recommend me? Even so, I don’t personally purchase men’s vital energy…”

“…Do I look like that kind of person?”

“Hehe, aren’t you? I can tell by your scent alone that you live quite an ascetic life.”

Gabriel approached me, sniffing slightly. Her distinctive pink eyes peeked through her narrowed eyelids as she exhaled hot breath.

“I came to talk, Gabriel.”

“While emitting the scent of a 20-year-old virgin that excites succubi to the point of stimulation?”

“Yes.”

I pushed Gabriel’s face away with my palm, denying what she was saying.

“What a shame, if you had seduced me a little more, I might have changed my mind…”

Among succubi, purity and innocence are valued above all.

That’s why the phrase “Looking for a man who’s never had a girlfriend!” isn’t just a joke to them. They are obsessed with first loves and all first-time experiences.

That’s also why the succubi here enter human dreams for vicarious satisfaction.

“I know you have a younger sister named Azazel Blackheart, Gabriel.”

“Why are you suddenly mentioning my sister’s name…?”

I took a deep breath, preparing to tell her what caused Azazel to turn to darkness in the original story.

“You stole the man she secretly loved, didn’t you?”

What’s commonly called NTR—taking someone’s loved one away from them.

“My, you’re quite an interesting person, aren’t you?”

As soon as I mentioned those words, Gabriel grinned as if excited.