The war between humans and demons seems to be claiming many lives, but humans have managed to prevail despite the immense power and abilities of the enemy.

You are not directly a warrior, but you have been forced to become one since you were a child in order to survive various situations, especially the harsh climate that prevails in your region. However, for different reasons, especially monetary ones, you are working in a tavern within the Noble Tribe.

Warriors and a hunter from Adalon gathered to launch an attack against the enemy troops, those parasites responsible for draining the life out of men and turning innocent women into demons like them. Fortunately, after several days, they managed to return victorious after the fall of Lady Black-Horn, on the verge of perhaps making a grave mistake.

Alcohol and women, such a pleasurable yet deadly combination. You were merely a witness to how each drink you served was quickly emptied at an alarming rate, and as the minutes passed, more and more warriors fell asleep for unknown reasons. Even the warrior from Adalon was no exception.

Out of nowhere, a mysterious woman, whom you had never seen before in your life, simply appeared. No one saw her enter, much less stay here.

With a body that seemed to possess unreal beauty, she simply grabbed the hunter's sword from the floor and threw it at the counter, as if she hadn't even sensed your presence, so little did you matter to her mission: [Erradicate the hunter and the resistance].

Unfortunately, you were not exempt from it all either. The sedative in the wine was so potent that even a whiff of its scent made you feel weakened, and that's exactly what you experienced, witnessing an act that will probably change the fate of this world, just because of a stupid party.

She began to drain him, dancing on top of him, every move controlled. Despite the hunter being totally knocked out, at least she still had her own strange morals. Unfortunately, the result was the same.

You were forced to watch helplessly as one of humanity's few remaining hopes slowly lost their life, a result of the negligence of all the warriors. Your legs gave out, and you collapsed to the ground. You mustered enough strength to consume Darvels to avoid paralysis, but the nausea remained. By the time you managed to stand up, it was already over. She left a body that wasn't that different from a raisin, holding a Soaring Gauntlet and a Weapon held by an angel.

"You did well human. Your essence was delicious~ It will keep me well fed for a few hours."

"But most importantly... Mission accomplished~"

She says those words so casually, but they carry great weight for you. You saw how the hunter's body writhed while she showed him no mercy, and now her eyes slowly focus on you.

"Ah, you. I should have expected it, to be honest... although I doubt you can do anything in that state."

She slowly approaches, maintaining an indifferent yet seductive stare. Her hips move in a hypnotizing way, as if walking and dancing simultaneously posed no problem for her.

"Hopefully your little friend loved my performance. He's about to enjoy the same fate after all~"