Joen’s appearance was obvious, and at this moment, the “Ananna” in Yuna’s eyes also had the exact same face.
The lazy dog Alida simply didn’t have time to weave a proper plot for her.
She just casually used the Elf Speech to modify and replace the three women’s perception of appearances and names, then let them develop freely.
Yuna, muddle-headed, was led into the garden by Ananna, and then—
She saw two “Joens.”
One of the Joens was currently testing the lake’s temperature.
He had taken off one shoe and was dipping his right foot into the lake water, shivering from the cold.
The movement was full of “girlishness.”
Yuna stared at this scene with her mouth agape.
After a long while, she closed her eyes in pain, silently praying in her heart: ‘Goddess, if I have done something wrong, you can kill me, but please don’t punish me by making me watch this.’
“I’ll take my leave now, Brave One.”
Ananna, ever respectful, performed a maid’s curtsy and then silently left, preparing to change into a dress identical to the princess’s and wait at the bottom of the lake, ready to swap places at any moment.
Meanwhile, Margaret, hearing the commotion, hurriedly pulled her chilled, silk-clad foot from the lake.
She put on her fleece-lined stockings and high heels.
After standing there dazed for a moment, she gritted her teeth, trying her best to act as frail and pitiable as her lady friends would, lifted her skirt, and fluttered towards “Joen” with small, graceful steps.
—Heaven knows how horrifying this scene was for Yuna.
In her eyes, both Ananna and Margaret were “Joen,” various mutated versions of Joen.
Yuna, who was nearly scared out of her wits, after enduring this baptism, suddenly felt: this love affair, perhaps it wasn’t so necessary to pursue after all.
Her love-addled brain was jolted awake.
“Divine Physician Old Ai… Goddess…”
Yuna remained silent for a long time.
She first carefully examined herself, confirming she wasn’t under any illusion magic, hadn’t ingested anything strange, and everything was normal.
A sudden realization welled up in her heart—
“I understand! This is the price for my misuse of Grace and lack of sincere devotion, right? Otherwise, how could I see such abstract, inhuman scenes? Great Goddess, you must be punishing me. This must be an illusion meant to punish me. You are testing my steadfastness in love, testing whether I am worthy of that Grace…”
She took a deep breath, her azure eyes suddenly filled with an unyielding, sacrificial resolve.
“Fine! Even if it’s a Joen like this, I will strive to accept it—that is what true love is!”
Before her words even finished—she was sent flying by a “ferocious tiger pouncing down the mountain” tackle from Margaret.
“What the—!”
Margaret instantly slammed on the brakes, stunned, even blurting out a curse she learned from Joen.
“Joen! How did you suddenly become so weak?!”
To be fair, as a Priest, Yuna’s physical fitness was quite good.
She maintained daily exercise, and her slender waist had not an ounce of fat, being both sexy and full of vitality.
But her physical constitution clearly couldn’t compare to that of a Dragonkin princess who had long practiced the “War Sequence” body-refining arts.
When Margaret used the strength she normally reserved for dealing with Joen on this delicate “Joen,” the result was naturally only one—Yuna was utterly crushed.
Brutally bullying this “Joen” who couldn’t possibly resist her, Margaret couldn’t be bothered to think too much.
She only knew one thing: today’s “Brave One” was exceptionally frail and weak, almost like a Priest!
‘Is it the Mark? Is the Mark taking effect? How magnificent, Pleasure Mother Goddess!’
Indeed!
No matter how formidable a man is, once mastered by a woman, he’s nothing but a dog begging for mercy!
“Wahahaha! How can I not take this chance to get my revenge?”
So, when Yuna struggled to get up from the ground and finally healed herself with Sacred Light, she saw “Joen” standing right in front of her and uttering a completely inhuman sentence:
“Let’s have a duel.”
For a moment, Yuna wore an expression of utter bewilderment, incomprehension, and an indescribable, dazed look.
A duel with a Priest?
Do you even hear what you’re saying?
Even if it’s a test, there’s no need to be this outrageous!
But clearly, her opinion didn’t matter.
Because the bratty Margaret had long-held grievances against Joen and just wanted to use this opportunity to thoroughly teach the Brave One, who was now weakened and controlled by the Mark, a lesson.
The crisp sound of knuckles cracking rang out.
Ananna, who had submerged underwater and was shivering from the cold, heard the sounds of intense fighting coming from the shore.
‘Is there something off about how the plot is developing?’
Meanwhile, on the other side of the starry sky—
In the chariot taking Joen home, the atmosphere was quite different, peaceful and warm.
Joen kept yawning, while Liya finally snapped out of her daze.
For the first time in her life, she felt guilty about “lying.”
But it seemed lying was unavoidable.
There were too many things she shouldn’t know.
To explain everything clearly would require confessing the greatest taboo of all—her “Demon Lord identity.”
If Joen knew she was once the Demon Lord Liya, would he still trust her and treat her so gently?
For the first time, Liya felt disheartened, realizing how fragile a relationship built on lies truly was.
Joen lightly yawned twice.
“The demon drug is only making me sleepy now… that’s an astonishing resistance to drugs. [Emerald Dream] is an Elf’s cutting-edge… What exactly is the effect of the medicine Lily gave me? I don’t just feel sleepy, I also feel… inexplicably happy.” Joen asked Liya curiously.
Liya hesitated for a moment, then confessed the effects of [Emerald Dream]:
“A friend will have a dream that feels both real and fake, indistinguishable, very clear and beautiful. In the dream, the friend will experience many happy things. These happy things might be very immoral, even depraved, but… it’s all fake. The friend can enjoy it to their heart’s content.”
Joen’s face suddenly flushed bright red.
He stammered, unable to speak.
Liya thought he must be fantasizing about having a huge harem like other nobles, with all sorts of different women…
“Mmm—”
Joen’s yawns became more frequent.
Drowsiness washed over him, and before they even reached home, he fell into a deep sleep.
At the manor gate, Liya asked the coachman for help to support Joen to the front of the building.
She called the maids over to help Joen back to his room.
However, two of the prettiest maids looked impatient:
“Who are you to order me around? Usually, it’s fine to call you ‘Brother Joen,’ but now you’re putting on airs?”
“That’s right, that’s right!”
They didn’t want to be outranked by Liya, this “pet.”
Moreover, defying Liya was also a status signal within the maid society, establishing “I’m higher than the other maids.”
But most maids just wanted to live peacefully without causing trouble, so they quickly obeyed Liya’s command and carried the sleeping Joen back to his room.
Not bothering to let the maids do it, Liya personally helped Joen out of the noble clothes he was uncomfortable in, revealing his wheat-colored, perfectly muscled, strong physique.
No matter how many times she saw it, Liya couldn’t help but drool over this body.
Ahem, of course, it was drooling out of envy.
The wild sense of power, the sexual tension was off the charts.
If she had that… heh, what woman in this world could withstand it? It would absolutely make a lover feel ecstasy.
What a shame.
Liya sighed and ran to the next room, bored and spacing out.
Tonight had finally passed without major incident.
Joen was knocked out, so she didn’t have to worry about him misbehaving; she herself wasn’t affected, and Joen, who was affected, was controlled by [Emerald Dream].
“What should I do next?”
Liya muttered to herself, chewing on her necklace.
She suddenly remembered tonight’s big gain—that Pleasure Mark.
Now she had two Marks.
Maybe she could “explore the Demon God’s power” through the Mark?
She also thought of her clan’s pitiful growth rate.
“How about… I research that Pleasure Mark and see if I can draw out some ability related to reproduction?”
Liya had a sudden idea.
This move was slightly risky.
But then she thought, Joen had directly torn off the Eternal Life Mark, and she had Heroic Magic too, so what was there to fear?
Just be careful.
At worst, she could use Heroic Power to operate the whole time, suppressing the Mark.
No sooner said than done.
Liya rolled over and got up, reaching into her lower abdomen to slowly feel around.
Soon, she pulled out a pink Demon Crystal the size of a grain of rice.
Inside it was sealed that sliver of dormant Pleasure Mark.
Liya channeled her Heroic Magic, carefully probing deep into the Demon Crystal.
Suddenly—the Pleasure Mark seemed to be triggered by the Heroic Magic, instantly becoming active!
The tendril of Heroic Magic had just pierced the crystal when it eagerly surged into Liya’s body!
“No—!”
Before Liya could react, the bewitching purple Pleasure Mark had already imprinted itself on her lower abdomen, forming a depraved and seductive pattern.
The center resembled both a heart and a sacred palace, with subsidiary patterns on both sides like vividly lifelike wings.
The Mark lit up, emitting a pink glow.
Liya broke out in a fragrant sweat all over her body and suddenly clutched her lower abdomen in pain.
Her legs went numb, and she collapsed to her knees.
A strange sensation continuously washed over her body—
One of her “Pupus” actually felt a powerful impulse that only humans should have.
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