Succubi were a species of Night-Demons[1] that were so famous almost no one was unfamiliar with them. Of course, Eugene was also well-acquainted with succubi. In his past life, when he and his companions were journeying through Helmuth, those damn Night-Demons would invade their dreams whenever they were tired and exhausted to pull all sorts of shit.

“This isn’t even fucking Helmuth, so why are there succubi here?” Eugene demanded.

“Pl-please calm down.” Seeing Eugene burst out in a rage, the guide was greatly flustered and raised his hands to form a fragile barrier. “This might not be Helmuth, but there’s still the Black Tower of Magic, remember? Apart from the human black wizards, there are quite a lot of demonfolk living in the tower as well.”

“So that means that bastard, Eward—no, I mean my big brother, has been playing around with a succubus from the Black Tower of Magic?”

Even though it had come from his own lips, Eugene still couldn’t believe what he was saying. That guy was a descendant of Vermouth, the eldest son of the main family… but he was playing around with demonfolk and...