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Aiwass Moriarty breathed a sigh of relief when Countess Emma entered Glass Island, for she did not head directly to the Red-White Queen District.

It was for this reason that she did not come into contact with too many important figures right away.

But this also made Aiwass slightly wary...

After arriving at Avalon, Emma went straight to the Lohar Society headquarters.

Although she had no appointment, she had never been here before, and there were no acquaintances of hers present, no one was willing to stop her either.

Throughout the process, Emma did not even use her extraordinary abilities.

As a Fifth Power Level Demon Incarnation, she was equivalent to an "Upper-Level Demon that has fully developed and could burst forth at any moment." Like an apple ripe to the point of near rot, she exuded an intoxicating scent akin to wine.

The Succubi of the Path of Love evolved from the Snare Fiends of the Path of Adaptation, and were bona fide Superior Phantoms.
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Just as Penalty Demons inevitably bring lightning storms, and Night Fiends, once they appear, twist the night into a blood-moon evening.

As an incarnation of a Succubus, Emma's mere presence on Glass Island vaguely filled the atmosphere with an ambiguous aura. If she stayed here for a year, it was likely that Glass Island's birth reports would surge several-fold a year later.

Even those of the same sex were not immune to her charm—when Emma smiled and made a request, even the Arbiters assigned to monitor her chose to comply.

They were originally there to surveil Emma. Even if it was likely impossible to keep her in check, it was still their duty to do so.

In Star Antimony, Emma's status was roughly equivalent to that of the Grand Justice of Avalon. When a powerhouse of such caliber arrived, the Arbitration Hall had to maintain surveillance throughout.

If they lost their minds, only the Arbitration Hall, with all members at the Fourth Power Level, had the privilege to slightly delay the inevitable.

Nobody else could even take a glance.

But these Arbiters, merely by maintaining surveillance from a distance and sharing a space with Emma for one night... without any significant interaction or conversation with her, their vigilance towards Emma had greatly diminished, and they involuntarily developed a fondness and desire for her.

So, when Emma got up in the morning and expressed her desire to visit the Lohar Society, a young Arbiter volunteered to take her there. Not only that, the slower responders among the watchers even felt regret—regret that their reactions were too slow, that they hesitated.

The last vestige of their rationality was to promptly send a letter to the Hall of Silver and Tin and report the matter.

Upon receiving the letter, Aiwass immediately rushed to the Lohar Society headquarters.

At the top floor of the Lohar Building, Scarlett Emma greeted Aiwass Moriarty with a firm handshake and a smile.

"Hello, Minister Moriarty. I've long heard of your great reputation."

Her voice conjured images of a forest in spring, the chirping of birds in the early morning, an embrace from a lover, the sweetness of candy, and the crackling of a burning campfire.

From her, Aiwass did not feel a cloying charm but rather a relaxing warmth, like that of a family member.

"...Hello."

Even though Aiwass was prepared...

When Aiwass first saw Scarlett Emma, he too was momentarily stunned by her beauty.

Unlike Isabel's exquisite and naturally elegant beauty, or Yanis's breath-taking "perfect visage."

In terms of looks alone, Scarlett's facial features would not be considered perfect when viewed individually. But when put together, they possessed a subtle quality that made her radiate a strange allure.

The scent that wafted from her was perceptible even from outside the Lohar Society... a fragrance as moist, warm, and sweet as a deep kiss.

Even with Aiwass's composure and alertness, upon first meeting her, he too felt a momentary flutter of the heart, a fleeting desire.

Aiwass quickly caught the thought rising in his mind and immediately severed it!

—It was synesthesia.

And he immediately realized what was affecting his reason.

Emma had an aura-like instinct that could influence others at any given moment. And this aura was influenced by her looks, the scent she carried, and her voice.

Each aspect had an influence that exceeded its part—the voice had color and scent, while the fragrance carried temperature and texture.

Her pink pupils were like a brand. The moment Aiwass first saw them, they had been seared into his heart, rendering them unforgettable. Every time he thought of Emma, those pink pupils would instantly appear in his mind, as if a button had been lit.

"...Is this the power of a succubus?"

Aiwass murmured to himself.

He realized that he had perhaps underestimated Emma.

But at the same time, he was grateful that he hadn't brought anyone with him and had come to see Emma alone.

Even he, with his wariness, hostility, and inherent prejudice, had involuntarily let go of his hostility upon meeting her. Aiwass didn't dare to imagine how others would react upon seeing Emma.

Emma, too, was somewhat astonished.

Her understanding of Aiwass was still at the stage of "Wheelchair War God" and "The Queen's Favorite."

Seeing Aiwass with a pet crow on his shoulder, striding in vigorously, she was a little surprised.

She could distinctly sense that, the instant Aiwass saw her, his pupils slightly lost focus—this was perfectly normal, as Transcendents of the fourth power level, or even those of the same level, couldn't resist her extraordinary charm.

Emma never needed to wear any armor.

All she needed to do was put on a pretty dress, and harm from others would naturally deflect away from her.

No sniper could bring themselves to hurt her—even if their minds maintained hostility, their instincts still prevented them from harming Emma. In the moment before they fired their shot, the rifle barrel would involuntarily veer off-course, sending the bullet somewhere unknown. She had evaded assassination countless times using this power.

Or rather, the assassins let her go.

Such a level of Transcendent charm was enough to turn enemies into friends. Her requests were always difficult to refuse, and even if she had caused harm to others, it didn't necessarily provoke enmity from others.

She could distinctly sense that Aiwass Moriarty was only at the third power level.

Of course, for an eighteen-year-old, this was enough to be called a genius. Moreover, his handsome appearance and his temperament, bright as a blazing fire, also stirred some emotion in Emma.

Beyond that was his vigorous vitality.

That was also why she was willing to show Aiwass all her charms without any hesitation.

——If possible, she hoped to take Aiwass away with her, in addition to Yulia.

If she couldn't take him with her... at least she'd find an opportunity to have some fun before leaving.

Although "Father" said there would be some rewards awaiting her upon her return—he never said she couldn't pick up a little travel expense on her own.

Watching Aiwass strive to keep his eyes wide open and stay awake, she couldn't help but lift the corners of her mouth, revealing a warm smile like that of the girl next door.

Aiwass cleared his throat, pinched his adam's apple, which for some reason felt sore, moistened his dry lips, and said with a deep voice, "Countess Emma, I have a request to make—unless absolutely necessary, please do not leave the Lohar Building."

"Are you... intending to imprison me?"

Emma appeared somewhat surprised, yet also somewhat aggrieved.

"No... It's just a simple inquiry."

Aiwass's momentum weakened a bit.

He rubbed his slightly aching temples, and his tone softened, "But at least before you leave, you should ask me first..."

"But it's very difficult for me to see you, Mr. Moriarty."

"... If it really comes to that, then—"

Just as Aiwass's tone softened, the crow on his shoulder suddenly pecked hard at the corner of his eye.

He momentarily froze, then suddenly came to his senses.

...Huh?

Emma looked at the crow with some astonishment.