King of succubus

447 The enemy council.

Two weeks have passed since the performance of the two twin sisters.

But strangely, both were in detention in the basement of the palace.

Instead of being congratulated, they were locked up in two independent cells.

-Why!? Do they intend to treat us like pets that we put on the leash after we finish with them!?” Cindy growls while giving a punch to the bars that prevent her from accessing the outside.

In addition to being locked up, they were not entitled to the lights of the day, or even that of the night for that matter.

One of the characteristics of the cells was to plunge their prisoners into absolute darkness. Not to mention to see even around themselves, the two could not even see their hands even if the latter was a millimeter from their eyes.

As for the other characteristic, it was familiar to them, but experiencing it was more unbearable for them than darkness; it was nothing spectacular, but to seal their energies.

They don’t know how Alvine was able to achieve this goal, but the result had nothing to envy in their skills.

Instead of sealing their powers, their cells absorbed any form of energy as soon as it was manifested.

Gluttony, A skill intended to absorb any form of energy from its target, is only a skill derived from that of energy sharing which Alvine masters to perfection.

Since the two did not understand the functioning of this familiar skill yet different from their own, they attributed this to their skills cause of their ignorance.

“… Swallow your frustration, sister; this is not the time to create more problems for us than we have at the moment.”

“Tsk, do you hear yourself talking about these shits? We did nothing to deserve such hostile hospitality, on the contrary!”

“… I know, but hey, we’ll soon find out.”

While the two were silent after this brief conversation, a new dull silence appeared between them.

Next to their cells, Adinas listened to all their conversations without saying anything.

From the absence of a glow in his eyes, he did not seem to have enough energy to interfere in their conversations; even if it was not the desire he lacked.

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“The master still hasn’t gone out?” Askald asks his sister who was still standing guard in front of the throne room where Alvine and the other former primordials were locked up.

“No, not yet.” She responds briefly while shaking her head slightly.

“… I see.” Askald sighs and frowns towards Elena.

As if the latter could understand him without having to hear his question, she removes two small jewels the size of a seed from her space ring.

“Precisely, He had entrusted me with these two pearls telling me to give them to you; according to him, you will know what to do with them.”

“Huh?” Askald instantly zoomed in in front of her when he saw the two white pearls and energy that were emanating.

“Let’s see these more closely.” He said while picking up the two pearls in Elena’s palm.

“…He was really able to make two evolutionary seeds in so little time!?”

“Evolutionary seeds? Aren’t they usually black?” Elena asks in a skeptical tone.

“I’m not an idiot; but these pearls are, for sure, evolutionary seeds. It’s probably because they are made thanks to the energy from another existence.”

“…He didn’t make only of them, but five.” After her brother’s explanation, Elena could only agree with him.

But she immediately justifies his previous calculations.

On the other hand, Askald could only sigh of dereliction. “No wonder coming from him. In short, I will manage this case before it comes out.”

“Don’t drag on it too much, I feel he will soon be among us; it would be a lack of respect if you miss the call,” Elena told him about her warning when she saw him go out in the light.

Askald only nods while going away from her.

—

Unlike them, whose daily life seems to have resumed its rhythm, this was not the case with their enemies.

Zero-tier planets are rare, but they are not unique.

Rigidly, on one of these plants where the purity of the air, the aura, and the environment had no other quality or color than pure and white, an assembly was in place on this planet which was at an unsuspected distance from the planet of Fy.

Shira, the name of the planet in question.

Its size, rare richness, and everything that defined the planets as exceptional were present on Shira; it had nothing to envy of the planet where Alvine and his troops reside. 𝒪𝒱𝗅xt.𝚌𝑜𝑀

Even better, the orbital view of the planet gave its contemplators a magnificent view resembling a magic stone well-trimmed by a divine craftsman.

The solid white gave it the appearance of a sphere representing the nucleus of a volcano extinguished several thousand years ago by the snow that covered it.

On this planet, strange and never-before-seen phenomena on any of the other planets were continuously taking place.

One of them is the cohabitation between its inhabitants; seen from this angle, it is not very relevant, except that the animals were also part of the inhabitants.

Yea, the beasts were indeed docile and only devoured each other when necessary for their survival.

Unlike the other zero-tier planet, this planet had only two species, Isolet’s men and magical creatures, formerly called intelligent beasts but which evolved to a more advanced level than their peers.

Apart from snow, the planet had no other environment such as the volcanic or the ocean areas.

It had these environments, but as its climate was none other than winter, it snowed continuously, which had the consequence of covering its territories and merging them into a single glacial environment.

It did not have a kingdom distributed to the inhabitants, but places that gave access to all without the slightest denigration or racism.

A planet making everyone’s dream.

But among all these wonders, one was even more so and stood out from the others by its size and its inexhaustible source of mana that fed the entire planet; a rare but familiar tree.

Rare, because its size exceeded the clouds and its branches and leaves extended all over the planet, enveloping it entirely!

The reason why it constantly snows on the planet is because of the branches of the tree that feed the core of the planet with its own energy that it releases in the form of ice crystals; in snowflakes for more precise.

As for the reason for the astronomical size of the planet, it is only thanks to the branches of the unable to resist his whack.

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giant tree, which completely cover the entire planet and strangely resemble two drops of them to the original body of Isolet.

And finally, despite being covered with branches, the planet did not know the night since the branches were always bright white.

Near the titanic trunk of the tree, there was an Arctic castle, but its size could only be worthy of an anthill compared to the tree whose branches hovered above it.

Inside this same castle, …were Uranus and the monarch Nephleim.

In addition to these two, other people were, just as powerful and unique as they were, around the round table which was also in a gigantic meeting room.

“Uranus, where’s Azalea? Why she’s not with you?” A man with long white hair and pupils similar to those of Isolet asks while coldly goggling at Uranus.

Nelpheim was one of the people to occupy one of the five chairs.

Apart from her, three men, including the authoritarian-looking man, and a woman dressed in a priestess dress and pointed ears were the last person to occupy the monarchs’ chairs.

“Jabbal, don’t scold hard on Uranus, I’m sure he didn’t predict this turnaround.” Instead of Uranus, it was the other girl who defended him.

Jabbal frowns slightly, an action that makes Uranus more nervous than he is.

“You can leave.” Finally, Jabbal sighs before giving this order to Uranus.

Uranus did not give him the luxury of repeating himself a second time, lest he change his mind.

“Thank you for your clemency, monarch of light.” He then tilts before vanishing in light particles.

After his departure, Jabbal looks at Nelpheim and asks in a sober tone. “How is Her Highness?”

Nelpheim sighs bitterly. “She was too attached to her opposite. I’m afraid we’ll have to make a bitter decision to…-

“Wait!” One of two men still silent interrupts Nelpheim in her words.

Unlike Jabbal, he had short hair, and his body was not as impressive as Jabbal’s.

“Is there a problem, Malkel?” Nelpheim frowns at him.

“You want to take advantage of the current weakness of our sovereign to erase the memories she had…-

“Yes, otherwise, she will never be able to accept her true role and responsibilities; we have no time for hesitation.” The woman in a priestess look also took part in the conversation.

Malkel’s eyes became wild with rage when he heard the girl’s blasphemous words.

-BAM!

“Priestess Erza, don’t talk about blasphemies while talking about responsibilities. Will you be able to take responsibility for your sin!?” He snorts while hitting the table which splits into pieces, the latter unable to resist his whack.

“Keep your cool, Malkel.” The last person slowly pronounces this sentence while keeping his eyes closed.

“Hey, Mr. Lazy, stop talking while you’re sleeping, we’re in the middle of a meeting, I’ll let you know!” Ironically, the person he defended was the same one who scolded him for his carefree; the priestess Erza.