I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

"this...."

Want to do it?

Should we do it? Right here, right now?

After all, I've been playing the fool all this way, isn't this the reward I deserve? The other party is an evil, cruel demon.

What a coincidence! You happen to have beautiful legs, and I happen to have a mouth!

Hmm, I think I'm becoming a bit of a pervert!

"Then...shall I start eating?"

Fingel hesitated for a moment, then grabbed Aura's calf... Could he go a little further?

"Lord Aura, could you... um, lift your... um, I just mean, that way I can better appreciate your beauty... Ah, please, oh dear!"

Fingel hardened his heart. What's wrong with this? Is this what I deserve?

This is called the fruit of labor!

"Tsk, you...you're pushing your luck, aren't you?"

Shouldn't rewards be given gradually? How greedy—Fingal's actions made her even more disgusted, but also more reassured. Perhaps he was researching an even more powerful obedience magic.

Well then, in that case...

So Aura shamelessly lifted her own fabric with her fingers; demons have no morals.

Wow!

The man below was breathing much faster, thump thump thump, so exciting... Is this my reward for time travel? I'll never curse you again, National Highway Sang, may you be happy every day, I'll find you again in my next life!

You're dressed well!

His fingertips moved forward like a snake, and at that moment, a faint golden halo shone in Fingel's eyes.

My brain is literally shaking!!!

[Aura's favorability has slightly increased...]

[Aura's favorability has slightly increased...]

[Aura's Favorability: 50]

[Aura's favorability has reached the limit - Neutral (50)]

Aura felt the uncomfortable wetness on her calves and was about to scold her when she suddenly saw Fingel's eyes—well, this guy is actually quite good-looking, isn't he?

The eyeballs are like gemstones.

For some reason, a slight heat emanated from her navel, which vanished in the blink of an eye like a gentle breeze, yet seemed to be deeply hidden beneath her snow-white skin, causing Aura to subconsciously curl her toes.

It seems to be something ingrained in our genes... a natural attraction to something more advanced, more beautiful.

Aura was unaware of all this.

I felt inexplicably agitated, like the first spark of a wildfire.

...

An hour later, we arrived at the town.

Feeling inexplicably frustrated but unable to find a way out, Aura decided to heed the advice of her subordinates—not to massacre the city, but to disguise herself as a demon and go to the town to have some fun while wearing a cloak.

"I think—good food might bring you joy."

That's what Fingel said.

Chapter Nine: I'm invincible in magic, and my beauty is also unparalleled.

[Northern Mainland - Friedrich]

Frisch is a small town that has been established in recent decades. It has a population of only a few thousand. Although it is not very prosperous, it is relatively peaceful under the protection of several famous knightly families.

Morning mist, mingled with cooking smoke, flowed along the stone path, and the crooked beams of the half-timbered houses cast interlacing shadows in the fog. The clanging of metal from the blacksmith's shop startled the crows perched on the tavern sign.

The aroma of rye wafted from the bakery, and several barefoot children, wielding wooden swords, chased each other from the butcher shop to the church steps. A few vendors sat scattered along the streets, hawking small commodities such as apples and linen.

Fingel led the way into the city and got some clothes and an outfit for Aura—a gray cloak over his body, and most importantly, a huge sun hat.

To be precise, it was the classic anime-style mage hat, which better concealed the iconic ram-like demon horns.

In fact, among the demons, apart from their age, the Auras who are not very old are all quite big.

"Why am I dressed like this? Hey, Fingel."

"Why would I need to pretend when faced with such weak humans? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation... you can forget about any more rewards from me."

Aura tugged at the hat with some annoyance; the hat was stuck on her head and felt a little uncomfortable.

The horns of demons are rather strange things. Although they are very hard on the outside, they have a rich network of blood vessels and nerves inside, and can feel the sensations on the horns—which is why she was a little unhappy when Fingel caught her earlier.

Itchy.

[Aura's favorability has slightly decreased]

The favorability rating has changed from neutral to indifferent.

[Current Affection Level: 49]

?

Grass!

You fucking horny bitch! Who wants to lick your stinky feet... well, they're not stinky, anyway, who cares!

I finally got it to 50, and then it dropped again. Do you have to be this smart?

Fingel's forehead veins throbbed. It was a long time since he had felt that women were really damn hard to please. How could their moods be as unpredictable as the weather on the surface of Jupiter's third moon?

Believe it or not, I'll grab your horns and whip you, you lowly xxxxxx, you despicable horned woman!

It's decided! Anyone with horns is a lowly fool! Asanagi-sensei is absolutely right.

He harbors some resentment, but for now he can only suppress it, waiting to exact his revenge later... You'll regret this!

Then, Fingel put on a bright smile, just like when he used to be a part-time waiter, full of resentment but still had to stand up straight and greet customers with a professional smile.

"Lord Awula, please be patient."

He tried to explain the rationale behind his current behavior in a language that the demons were more interested in, otherwise it would be more troublesome than the demon cub going berserk.

I really want to stomp on her head, you bastard.

Fingel was furious for a moment, but for the sake of her panties, he forgave her.

"I'm just giving an example—when faced with sophisticated illusion magic, it's quite difficult to break free even if you want to. What you need to do is say no to the seductive factors that put you into a hypnotic... no, illusion magic."

He worked so hard to come up with this kind of nonsense; his brain was practically boiling over.

?

Aura glanced around—a peaceful town where people lived and worked in peace and contentment. She felt nothing, but rather a sense of unease.

According to past custom, it should have been burned.

“Didn’t you say before that there was no such thing as illusion magic?” She looked at the red fruit on a vendor’s stall not far away, and then said to Fingel, “Hey, what kind of fruit is that? I order you to grab one for me.”

Aura is suspicious of your words.

[Failed to retrieve entry]

Tsk.

That stinky woman.

That's an apple! You uncultured country bumpkin, go read more books!

“Those are apples, Lord Aura—I’ll go get them for you right away.”

Okay, I've decided not to forgive.

Fingel is no longer grateful to Aura for showing him his panties; it's what he deserves. He even felt a little guilty at first, but now he thinks... what am I thinking? You bastard.

Instead of obeying Aura's instructions to snatch it, he took some of his previous wages, bought a basket of apples, and then continued his conversation.

“I’m just giving an example, Lady Aura. If I had magic, I would do the same.”

Aura smiled dismissively upon hearing this. She raised her chin, her lotus-root-like fingertips brushing against the tip of her nose, and a short, mocking laugh escaped her lips. How amusing!

Magic? That's the exclusive domain of demons.

"Huh? You humans also study magic? You really like to say things that make me laugh—I'll forgive your arrogant fantasies since you amuse me."

?

"Haha, you're right!"

Fingel clenched his fists, really wanting to punch her.

"Oh dear, your hat seems a little crooked."

"Here, let me help you sort it out."

He grabbed Aura's horns with one hand and shook them violently, shoving the hat down hard, making her feel uncomfortable—she felt the horns were tight and about to be shaped like the hat.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I am here to help you maintain a better demeanor; you, beautiful lady, should always be noble."

As he spoke, he slapped the bull's horn, making the female demon feel itchy and a strange sensation.

...

As Aura listened to the explanation, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed. If that's the case, then there's nothing that can be done. Fingel is right; my appearance should be worthy of such a thing.

I am invincible under the power of magic, and I also surpass all demons in beauty.

Without realizing it, she seemed to have really started to care about her appearance, something demons wouldn't normally care about.

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Chapter Ten: Absolutely Impossible

“I’m just giving an example, Lady Aura. If I had magic, I would do the same.”

As Fingel spoke, he handed the apple to Aura. The woman looked the apple up and down. She had seen it before, but she didn't seem to have eaten it. It looked pretty good.

For races like demons who eat raw meat and drink blood, they eat by killing their prey and eating it raw. Humans, to a more extreme degree, also eat raw meat, so there is no issue of dietary restrictions.

"Illusions use all sorts of things, whether you've seen them before or not, that the other party believes will make you obsessed, to confuse you and make you addicted to the illusion. What you need is to use your willpower to resist that temptation."

Fingel watched as Aura took a big bite of the apple, a strange expression appearing on her face—she probably had never eaten one before.

[Triggering......Minor boost to the "Desire for Food" affix]

[Activation effective]

"An apple? It tastes a bit strange... From now on, prepare an apple for me every day, Fingel."

"Oh, and you mentioned resisting temptation? Go on, how do I escape from this illusion?"

Aura pursed her lips. It seemed quite good; this flavor was delicious.

These are much better than the wild berries she randomly picked by the roadside; they're much plumper and juicier... Did humans create this? Are they more useful than she imagined, for this useless race that can't use magic?

Demons are people who have no concept of culture. Most of them are shut-ins who are obsessed with their magic and have no concept of food. Even if they eat something, most of them will not be very interested in it.

“I’m not saying you don’t have a strong will—you know what I mean—but I believe that even you must have some temptations that you like. What we need to do is find those things, and then help you get used to them and desensitize yourself to them.”

Interesting idea.

Aura nodded, finding it interesting—could the limitations of magic be broken through in this way? That made sense; for example, her own obedience magic had produced strange creatures like Fingel. Even now, she still found the existence of such special slaves a bit outrageous.

"continue."

Aura took two bites of the apple, threw it on the ground with a thud, and went to get a new one, making passersby's eyelids twitch with pity.