Perhaps, after finding her original male body, this body could be used as a doll with these—No, no.
Better to burn them directly.
No one could know about this experience trapped in a female body.
Sovinia tossed the torn black stockings back to the ground.
Wohard asked, “Find anything?”
Sovinia searched for a moment, only finding a silver short staff from the pile of rags.
It was exquisitely crafted, with a glowing gem embedded in it.
It was clearly the prop the Succubus Heavenly King had used when pretending to be the Elf Princess.
Faint mana still lingered on the staff.
“A staff,” she said as she stood up.
“Might be worth some money if we can get out alive,” Wohard said.
Sovinia didn’t respond.
She casually stuffed the staff into her large black leather backpack.
Now for the main event.
As a powerful Gold Card enemy personally slain by her, the Succubus Heavenly King had also dropped a treasure chest—a phantom chest only she could see.
Three relic phantoms, each exuding a unique aura, appeared before her.
The first was a set of black bikini armor.
Its design was daring and revealing, only thin metal plates covering the critical areas, exuding a wild beauty.
Its effect was to provide an invisible body-covering armor, excluding the head, and only for females.
Useful for the problem of being too exposed.
Could be worn as underwear, decent enough.
The second was an ornate black cloak, embroidered with silver rose patterns along the edges, looking quite impressive.
Its effect was to allow three uses of “Mirror Step” per day, creating a mirror image and teleporting to a nearby position—the same displacement skill the Succubus Heavenly King had used before.
A very practical lifesaving item.
The third was a light purple veil as thin as a cicada’s wing, embroidered with intricate and mysterious patterns in golden thread.
It looked quite similar to the Succubus Heavenly King’s veil.
[Veil of Desire] : Equipment.
Gain 1 Cost per turn.
Gain “Supernatural Charisma,” which can deflect all enemy attacks.
The above effects only function based on the desire males feel toward you.
The description was concise, but Sovinia immediately understood this relic’s terrifying potential.
A stable +1 Cost per turn already made it a powerful relic, and her deck urgently needed cost to operate.
And the “Supernatural Charisma” passive also provided precious defense.
After all, this weak elven female body could be instantly killed by a single arrow to the head.
The only “flaw” was the line: “The above effects only function based on the desire males feel toward you.”
As a former confidant of the Demon Queen, she knew the Succubus race’s abilities inside out.
This equipment likely required the wearer to actively “seduce,” to secretly entice and provoke males, making them generate a constant stream of desire, in order to function.
Otherwise, it was useless.
If it didn’t require male desire, it would be the ideal equipment.
Sovinia furrowed her snow-white brow.
‘Me? The great First Heavenly King under the Demon King, Kimi the Coldhearted, Human Butcher, Blade of Demons… seduce men?’
‘What a joke! Utter humiliation! No, absolutely not.’
Her gaze immediately shifted to the other two relics.
The [Cloak] was clearly the safest choice.
Three instant teleports, whether for pursuit or escape, was a divine skill.
And it was dignified enough, fitting for a true strongman.
The [Bikini Armor] was also good.
Worn as underwear, no one would know, and it provided decent defense.
But…
That damn Veil of Desire pulled her gaze back.
The [Veil of Desire] ‘s effect was just too tempting.
A fixed +1 Cost per turn equaled a whole tier boost in combat power, solving her cost issues.
And “Supernatural Charisma,” if used properly, would elevate her battlefield survival by another tier.
No! Impossible! As the First Heavenly King, Kimi the Coldhearted, Human Butcher, Elf Nightmare, Blade of Demons—how could she wear such a girly thing?
And rely on selling her body for power?
What kind of image would that be?
Where was her dignity?
If she was found out later, how could she still act as a “demon” and lead the demon army?
At the very least, she should pick something like a Skull Cloak, something fitting for her status.
Yes, choose the cloak.
No prerequisites needed.
But…
Sovinia’s mind couldn’t help but begin fantasizing about how she would look wearing that veil.
Silver hair, golden eyes, wielding a silver sword under the moonlight, paired with this misty veil… she would surely… look very beautiful, right?
That kind of mysterious, elusive beauty…
No, no, this veil was light purple, and—
Just then, the white veil seemed to sense her thoughts.
Its color suddenly changed, transforming into a misty white veil that she preferred more.
Sovinia instinctively raised her hand to touch it, but her other hand fiercely grabbed it back.
‘No, no!’
Sovinia shook her head violently.
‘Why would I care about such girly aesthetics?
It must be my instinct for pursuing power.
Yes, that’s it.’
Her gaze darted between the three relics, her internal balance swinging wildly.
Male dignity and the pursuit of power—and beauty—waged a brutal war in her mind.
‘Actually, this Veil of Desire doesn’t have much tactical advantage compared to the others, does it?’
Sovinia pondered.
Just then, Wohard walked over.
He picked up the helmet that the Succubus Heavenly King had kicked to her feet earlier and handed it over.
“Your helmet.”
Sovinia looked at the helmet in Wohard’s hand.
It was indescribably ugly, completely the wrong size, and looked like a rusty tin can.
She imagined how she looked wearing that thing earlier.
Like a grunt.
Expendable cannon fodder.
It also pressed on her ears and hindered her hearing.
The impulse toward beauty instantly overwhelmed everything.
She lifted her head, reached out directly, and selected [Veil of Desire] .
At that moment, a breeze blew, carrying the veil into her hand.
Sovinia snapped back to reality.
She looked at the thin veil in her hand, took a deep breath, and began rationalizing to herself:
‘I’ll wear the veil instead of that ugly tin can, because it can protect my head, provide unparalleled defense and cost, and won’t affect my hearing.’
As for the only small drawback—the “desire” needed to drive it…
Sovinia’s golden eyes glanced at Wohard in front of her.
‘This stupid dog only has less than a day left to live. He’ll provide it.’
Yes, this was purely tactical reasoning.
Using the last bit of remaining value from a tool.
Completely logical.
So this was a tactically valuable choice, with nothing to do with vanity.
Yes, yes.
Why would she bother dressing up a beautiful elven female body that would only last less than a day?
Having convinced herself, the mental exhaustion from struggling with her dignity instantly vanished, replaced by a lightness of relief.
Her surface remained calm as still water.
She extended two fingers, delicately pinching the translucent white veil.
The sensation between her fingertips was cool and silky, light as solidified moonlight.
She brought the veil to her face.
The veil could be hooked over her ears on both sides.
As she wrapped it around, the veil seemed to come alive, gently touching the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and her chin.
A strange thrill spread from the contact point through her entire body.
It was an extremely comfortable, gentle feeling of being wrapped in security, completely different from the oppressive feeling of that helmet earlier.
The veil perfectly covered her lower face, leaving only a pair of eyes that still flowed with brilliant golden light in the dim light.
A secret joy that shouldn’t belong to “Kimi the Coldhearted” quietly rose into her heart.
Yes, joy.
Like a young girl putting on the princess dress of her dreams.
Naturally, our great First Heavenly King, Kimi the Coldhearted, Human Butcher, Elf Nightmare, Blade of Demons… attributed this joy to obtaining a tactically valuable piece of equipment.