Entry Editing: Loyal Succubus Nun

"???"

Su Xuan glanced at the numerous weapons floating in the air, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

’What are these weapons for?’

’And considering what Paslo just said...’

’Is the point of the ritual to punish Paslo’s body with these weapons, to make sure she stays lucid?’

’No matter how I think about it, this is just weird!’

But before he could finish his thought, Paslo’s condition suddenly changed.

"It hurts... It hurts so much!"

Paslo lowered her head slightly, biting her lip and groaning in pain.

At the same time, bright red blood vessels began to spread across her skin like fine patterns, gradually covering her originally silver-gray body.

The sight made Su Xuan fix his gaze on Paslo’s transformation, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to handle the crisis.

Especially since Paslo was over five meters tall, like a giant standing before him.

Now free from the restraint of her bandages, her body—as dark and brilliant as the Milky Way—looked even more mysterious and stunning, leaving Su Xuan in awe.

’She’s huge no matter how you look at it!’

"Paslo..."

Su Xuan had just started to reach out to touch Paslo’s bowed forehead.

But in that instant, Paslo snapped her head up and lunged, trying to bite his hand.

Fortunately, Su Xuan’s reflexes were quick, and he dodged her sudden attack.

However, Paslo’s strange behavior didn’t stop. She struggled to her feet, her massive body lunging toward Su Xuan.

If her limbs hadn’t been tightly bound by vines, she surely would have seized Su Xuan in her arms.

"Paslo?"

Startled by her actions, Su Xuan quickly backed away a few steps.

But when his gaze fell upon Paslo’s eyes, all his confusion vanished in an instant.

Her eyes had turned pitch-black, as dark and lightless as the Abyss.

Crystal-clear saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth, emitting a rich, strange fragrance. She roared at Su Xuan, "Tinas! Why! You liar! I hate you!"

Paslo’s roar was filled with madness, causing Su Xuan’s brow to furrow tightly.

At that moment, he finally understood why Paslo usually seemed so gentle and composed, unlike the typical descriptions of a Dark Elf.

With the seal’s restraints completely gone, the madness she displayed far surpassed that of any other Dark Elf.

Meanwhile, he noticed the Dark Flowers on the ground slowly releasing specks of blue, fluorescent light. Like moths to a flame, they drifted toward Paslo.

The moment these specks of light touched Paslo’s body, colorful ripples spread across her silver-gray skin, seemingly trying to suppress the madness within her.

And according to Paslo, pain could also temporarily alleviate the madness brought on by the Power of Corruption, granting her a brief moment of clarity to complete the ritual.

But...

Su Xuan hesitated. His gaze wandered over the dazzling array of weapons before him, but he couldn’t bring himself to make a decision.

Just as he was struggling with his indecision, Paslo’s pained voice called out, "Hurry... hurt me! My Power is intrinsically linked to this forest. No matter how severe the injury, I can recover quickly."

Since the ritual had just begun, she still retained a sliver of lucidity.

"Hurry!"

"Hurt me!"

Paslo’s words instantly eased Su Xuan’s conscience. He took a deep breath and hesitated no longer.

Compared to those unfamiliar weapons, his own would obviously be easier to handle.

With a thought, Su Xuan summoned the Thunderfire Staff and the Elf Branch into his hands.

"What are those?"

When Paslo’s gaze fell on the Thunderfire Staff and Elf Branch in Su Xuan’s hands, a flash of terror crossed her face.

But it was quickly replaced by madness.

Her silvery-gray skin shimmered faintly in the darkness. Her eyes grew hazy and wild as she roared at Su Xuan through gritted teeth, "Let me go! I have to find that liar! She doesn’t deserve to be our Queen!"

*Hiss*

Su Xuan took a deep breath, his gaze firm as he took a step toward Paslo.

Then, with a light swing, he accurately struck Paslo’s rear with the Thunderfire Staff.

The blow, like a pebble tossed into a lake, made a crisp "SMACK" that echoed through the silent forest.

"Mmm~"

Paslo let out a faint, coquettish cry, but it was so quiet it was almost inaudible, as if Su Xuan’s strike hadn’t hurt her much at all.

Instead, Su Xuan’s action made Paslo’s body tremble slightly, and at the same time, she regained a sliver of... clarity?

"Yes~ Just like that~"

Paslo’s voice held a hint of a smile, showing her approval to Su Xuan.

But that moment of clarity was as fleeting as a shooting star. In the next instant, she descended into madness once again.

Seeing this, Su Xuan didn’t hesitate to pick up the Elf Branch and whip Paslo with it.

SMACK!

The crisp sound echoed across the ritual site, bringing Paslo back to her senses again and again.

"You’re doing it right~ Please continue~"

"Eek!"

"Why are you so skilled at this?"

"Mmm~"

"Why are your weapons so unique? How can they make me feel a sliver of... comfort amidst the pain?"

"..."

An hour passed since the ritual began, and the Dark Elves were still waiting outside.

They couldn’t hear a thing, and their view was blocked by a thick, black curtain, but they could feel a faint tremor in the ground.

"Niru, do you think Su Xuan can really complete this ritual successfully for Lady Paslo?" a Dark Elf asked, turning to Niru with a worried expression.