After the passion, only emptiness remains.

This whisperer is no exception.

Lilith lay casually prone on a blanket, tail wrestling at her bare back, the sea breeze blowing through her tight dark skin.

She was wearing nothing now, and her beautiful flesh was lying in the moonlight.

She yawned wearily.

On the other side of the ship, when the rest of the men joined in the hunt for Morris, he could no longer parry.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Leonard takes half of the pressure off his shoulders.

Humans are so fragile, Lilith thought boredly.

She saw that the face who had applauded her had put on his pants and joined the hunt for them, only to be cut off by Leonard's old sword.

She didn't feel bad. In fact, she didn't even know his name.

What's more, the murder weapon he used to applaud was really slender.

Lilith pursed the corners of her lips disdainfully.

......

If you ask Lilith why she controls these useless humans.

She'll be sure to tell you that it's her little revenge.

Male demons are the majority in hell, and in that chaotic world where there is no order and everything is decided by strength, a strong body is undoubtedly the capital of hegemony.

Therefore, the scarcity of succubi can be imagined, and most succubi tend to become the confines of high-level demon lords when they break their shells.

She knows how to deal with males who are perennially hungry and thirsty. She often just needs to hook her fingers or shake her ass, and they can't wait to stick to them.

However, when she arrives at Tyrrell, she discovers that this is not the case.

These indigenous legends portray them horribly and ugly, which is really excessive.

Obviously, many *** began to harden her crotch at the first glance when they saw her, but they still held back and didn't shoot at her.

I don't eat people, she thought dejectedly.

Ah, no. If you can dip a little spice, it will be acceptable, Lilith thought with her mouth watering.

......

In the end, she was devastated by the denial of her charm, and secretly planned to take revenge on these guys who didn't know beauty and ugliness.

For her, it's like playing a game.

Whether it's killing Morris, turning Gregory into a living corpse, or taking control of these guys.

She didn't find it challenging.

Humanity was too weak for her to comprehend the solemnity of the Lord who had sent her.

She thinks that the moment she is summoned by Leonard, everything is already predestined.

The whole process was easy and enjoyable.

The rest is to enjoy Tirel's style~ She thought excitedly, she didn't plan to let her projection go back, she had enough of some of the quirks of the adult when he "applauded".

Lilith was immersed in her own beautiful fantasies, and the furious roars of Morris and Leonard rang in her ears, but she didn't care. You know, the casualness of demons is known all over the world.

I'm sure I'm on the verge of winning anyway. She muttered to herself.

......

Some programs start early.

For example, turning the recovery of Olus to the Whisperers.

Leonard didn't know about it at the time, and his accumulated merit was not enough to become Gregory's deputy.

But he heard that many people at the time were hopeless about the future of the organization.

Therefore, when someone discovers the secret method of summoning the Whisperers, some people use this mysterious source as a lifesaver.

They demanded that the guests from Hell be called upon to drive out Navarre's invaders on their behalf.

The upper echelons of the organization were not united in their opinion on this matter, and the biggest opposition came from the highness to whom they were allegiated.

Subsequently, the plan was put on hold for the time being.

It wasn't until Navarre sent a well-armed Order of Knights to Aulus to destroy the Order's base that it was put on the agenda again.

His Highness still disagreed, but Gregory insisted on going his own way, and he quietly took some men with him, parted ways with His Highness, and headed for the Endless Sea.

......

"So, why are you going to the Endless Sea?" roared Morris. He stood on the side of the ship, his place precarious, covered in sticky blood.

And next to him, Leonard is not far behind.

In the face of a two-on-ten battle, both of them were powerless.

"Because!" Leonard roared loudly, his former colleagues seemingly losing their sense of self, but their fighting instincts unaffected.

They howled so loudly that the two of them had to shout to communicate.

"For a key!" Leonard said, turning his sword and slashing off the arm of one of his men, blood splattering his face while the man struck him painlessly.

"The key, the key?" asked Morris anxiously. He staggered forward and backward on the narrow side of the ship, his footing was chopped to a pulp, and in desperation he jumped down and pressed his wounded left shoulder against the side of the gunwale, which he used as a support to swing his sword.

Thankfully, they're stupid, Morris thought, and they're just hacking with weapons.

"If I'm not mistaken. Leonard smiled weirdly, blood dripping from his face: "It's you, they're going to kill you." ”

"Me?" Morris was stunned for a moment, an answer that he had not expected, but which was vaguely in line with his intuition.

"Why......" He was about to ask, but a chill ran down his spine, and a cool breath rushed straight to his head from the tail vertebrae, and he didn't want to think about it, so he leaned down and yelled: "Be careful!"

"Flutter!"

The slight sound of this sharp object breaking through the skin, he hears a lot today.

Not himself, he thought gladly, but it wasn't good news.

When he finally managed to shake off the entangled crowd with a minor injury, he climbed onto the rope and condescendingly saw his temporary teammate, Leonard.

He was plucked out of his heart and threw himself in a pool of blood in despair.

It was Lilith who did it, and she shook her hand and tossed the bright red heart aside.

"Did it scare you?" Lilith looked up and smiled, "I'm sorry! ”

The sluggish rebels froze for a second, and when they realized that one of their targets was dead, they looked up in unison, and Morris saw dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him with a creep.

Morris gasped.

......

There's a lot more I haven't had time to say.

By the time Leonard heard Morris's horrified warning, it was too late, and he had a tingling pain in his chest, and before he could even snort, his body collapsed uncontrollably.

A week ago, he wouldn't have expected things to end like this.

He was hopeful, confident in himself and his colleagues, and he thought he would be able to secure the Covenant of the Whisperers and rebuild a true Oluth.

And an hour ago, he wouldn't have predicted that he would end up losing his life.

He felt guilty and regretful, he sensed the demon's attitude towards promises, but he still thought that his colleagues would be on the same page as him, living and dying together.

They were able to leave unharmed. If it weren't for these hypnotics...... These damn hypnotic words.

Gregory, there's really nothing I can do.

It was the man's last thought before he died.