King of succubus

Chapter 296 Drawing A Masterpiece Is More Complex Than Expected.

"Master, are you sure you're doing well?"

"Urgh! It's as unpleasant as a god possessing the body of a mortal. The power and rank of my are powerful. But this body, which was once stronger than any of my colleagues, became so weak after the disappearance of my original that I feel like I was dying by suffocation because of this discomfort and discomfort!"

The people whose decision Alvine had been most affected were not The Punishers, nor the peoples of his kingdom, but those who fought a bloody war on the planet of Alzania!

Like Alvine's other shadow soldiers, his fictional soul that owned his clone had almost disappeared like the others as soon as Alvine crossed the portal. But the lucky one was none other than this little man who Dalvine helped in passing before he went to planet Freyja.

But although Dalvine allowed him to own the shadow clone, he still had trouble maintaining the latter's existence with him. Keeping his existence was as if it remained independent, but this independence was not as pleasant as he thought; since he no longer had his shadow powers, unlike Dalvine, who is an existence above him.

As a result, he felt like he was abandoned by his colleagues and his lord, who mysteriously disappeared, except Dalvine, who didn't care about Alzania's war!

But if only his problems were limited to these only. Unfortunately for him, this was only the beginning of a long list of issues.

By losing the shadow power, his body that worked automatically was now like a corpse that did not have the slightest vibrance in it. Whether it was his internal organs or mana veins, he had to simulate everything manually to stimulate the billions of neurons in his brain to move according to his will.

But that was only one of the problems. Among them, there are also cores! The three cores he had never needed until now make him bitterly feel their roles in him!

Even if he had no trouble using his magical skills, he also had this during a significant problem. A simple fireball spell consumed about ten times more energy than before!

This problem was the greatest problem that could change war results already at its peak.

But unlike the others who no longer knew what to do to help their master's clone, Helene scraped her throat and spoke in an uncertain and barely audible tone in the room.

"Why don't you ask Lady Rina to offer you a new blank envelope?"

"...?! A new--

"Helene, you're a fucking genius!" At that moment, even before Alvine finished his sentence, Nicco's excited tone prevented him from continuing.

"It's true! Why didn't I think about it instead?! Just like us, she will have no problem helping you while waiting for the lord to return." Ashia also nodded, leaving Alvine silent with a frown.

"..."

After everyone's silence, Alvine breathed deeply, seeing that everyone was waiting for his answer.

"It's hopeless!" He announced after taking a look at them.

"What?! W-Wait, why do you want to refuse this chance, master? And then, it's not even definitive; it's just before everything becomes normal again." Ashia tried to convince him, imagining that Alvine had rejected their proposals because of trivial thoughts.

"Sigh, it has nothing to do with me; I said that it is hopeless because no matter how powerful Sabrina is, she will never be able to create an envelope for me that will be adapted to my powers and bloodlines. If she forces too much, she will be able to use more energy than expected, which could create a significant problem in the future if the Leaders learn that she is not at the top of her power. They will be able to take advantage of this golden opportunity to go on the offensive; do you now understand one of the worries that make your plan too dangerous?" He said with his eyes closed, arms and legs crossed.

"... Y-you are right, master." Nicco's flat tone resounded in silence.

But the next moment, her mint-colored eyes began to shine again and her smile, which had faded, bloomed again, following the solution she found to the current problem.

"But Sabrina is not the only one who can do it! There is also Sylvia and the other three Punishers.

Even if they haven't tried it yet, I'm sure they won't have any problem if they unite to create a body that will at least allow you to use the vampire bloodline flowing through the veins of your original, am I wrong?"

"!!"

Even if the other two were sure that this would solve the problem, no one lost her cold blood in her excitement, like the first time; it was more worrying just by seeing Alvine's silence.

'Sigh, as I said rather, this is only one of the problems. But given the efforts they make, hehe, why not? Even if it is one of the problems among others, it still remains the major problem.' He says to Himself in his thoughts by weighing the advantages against the disadvantages.

-No matter the situation, I must not forget the mission entrusted to me by my original, which is to protect and win this war. Even if I no longer have the help of Miss Luna, I have now become a high-ranking divine magus! A higher rank than my original himself, who does not want to rush his breakthrough and who has sealed his powers. On top of that, I would not accept being exceeded by Zakiel and the others, who are all intermediate subordinates!

Finally, he slowly opened his garnet pupils with a serene smile that could not hide the malice and darkness of his soul.

"Well, Ashia, contact Sabrina and ask for her opinion; if she is able, then tell her to make a body that will be able to bear all my affinities, my laws, my brute force, and above all, my blood affinity. In addition, if she can do something for my shadow powers, then I would be eternally indebted to her!" He ordered after making a decision.

"Fufu~, you become increasingly greedy as time passes, master. But it will only strengthen you in the future; it's a good thing!" Ashia answers and recovers the golden parchment the Alvine clone had handed him.

But at that moment, the tent, which served them as the strategic HQ, welcomed a messenger who was none other than a man of the Elf breeds with a silver crown.

"My lord, the enemy troops have finally arrived at the place. They have two million soldiers, one million of whom are an emperor battalion, nine hundred miles consists of three low-ranking divine platoons who are their men, and finally, five elite squads, each containing twenty thousand intermediate divine mages, which are guided by their respective divine generals who are all high-ranking divine mages!" He said, kneeling in front of the entrance with a fabric covering his nose to purify the air before he breathed it.

He was not the only one, except Alvine and his three maids; all the others had the same flashy disguise on their faces under the order of Alvine.

"Very well, what about our men?" Alvine asked calmly without paying attention to Ashia, who explained his request to Sabrina.

"Well, our seven hundred thousand troops are in place and have adapted the 'crane wing' formation you had set up instead. The three squads, namely the Delta squad, the Gamma squad, and the Beta squad, are hidden in the artificial forest you created instead. They wait for our opponents without loudly breathing so as not to attract them to make them suspicious." The emissary debriefed with admiring eyes.

"Ugh! You can leave now, and don't forget, Vlade, elves' general, act as if you were really panicked to see them here." Alvine immediately freed the general elf by seeing his eyes as those who came to see a deity in its own right.

At the same time, he made a chivalrous salute and turned his heel outwards.

"Tsk, Tsk, I would never have believed that this stupid plan would work against them," Nicco said with sadness and disappointed eyes since one of the reasons was that she had bet on the success and failure of Alvine's plan with the owner of this plan who is none other than Alvine.

"Kekek, the success of this plan only is because they are intelligent. In your opinion, how should we deal effectively with extraordinary strategists who have waged countless wars?"

"Of course, it's by baiting them with traps they can't avoid."

"It's true, but it takes too much effort, and everyone is used to this ploy since this is what both sides have used since the first two battles. Now we will adopt the strategy of 'bait a donkey with a piece of wood."

Hearing this saying badly, instead of telling him that he was wrong, the two first listened to what he had to say.

"The three significant strategies I especially like are bait, hunting, and carnage. Currently, we are baits; and our prey thinks that we are their prey. The hunting game will begin as soon as they know that they are actually the prey and not the other way around. And finally, my preferred step among these three is the bloodbath. But rest assured, it's not because they know they are prey that it will be easy to slaughter them.

-But this part that I pay attention to every time, like the finish of a talented artist's masterpiece, also deserves to be embellished with more red painting, to have a deep background with more despair and melodious cries, to be complex and hard to understand with these thousands of traps scattered everywhere, all along the painting! It is only then that the butchery can begin to admire the extraordinary masterpiece that we have hard set up!" He said, clenching his fist with his mischievous smile that made him lose his head once again.

"..."

"Ahem, I guess you have now understood why to bait a donkey with a piece of stick walking?" Noticing the silence of the two girls, he scraped his throat and tried to change the subject.

"But, master, isn't this saying supposed to be, 'stick a donkey with a carrot?' Why did your carrot become a piece of the stick?"

"Sigh, Nicco, if you still ask this question, it's because you haven't understood anything yet. Even if our opponents are donkeys, they remain, despite everything, intelligent donkeys. That is why, by baiting them with carrots, they will instantly understand that it is bait aimed at luring them. But what happens if an intelligent donkey sees a piece of stick painted as a carrot?

-Despite his smell and sight, he will always want to check this new shape that looks like a carrot, thinking that it's a new type of food he hasn't seen or tasted yet. And as a result, it is his curiosity and determination to discover the unknown that will force him to move forward. Our guests are currently in the same situation as a donkey. They may be intelligent, but they remain donkeys!

-Two days ago, I told you about this operation in secret on the border of the kingdom of the elves. Did you know why I had brought you, especially to this place, to talk about the discovery of the tomb of the divine king of ancient civilization?"

"H-Uh, wasn't it to avoid being heard by enemy spies? That's what you told me, by the way. You said that there was an artifact that could increase forty percent the strength of an army if the general of an army held it. In other words, if we have this flute, we will not have to worry about the death of our subordinates."

Hearing Nicco's explanations, Alvine couldn't help but pet her head with reluctant eyes.

"I chose to reveal the information in this place, especially because it is where the spies of the opposing camps are watching us!" He finally revealed with a ridiculous smile.

"Huh?"

"Do you now understand how difficult it is for a renowned artist to draw a masterpiece? Greed is an idiot who doesn't know how to appreciate art; Luna is obsessed with the red color only, which makes her paintings too hideous. As for Darka, oh, let's not even talk about him; this guy constantly says that art comes from within; because of his crows. Apart from my lord, I certainly remain the most talented artist among them, don't you agree with me?!"

"...Huh? ...Just what you talk about since the start, master?"