■ Taming the Pink-haired Succubus □
Succubus Queen Gremory.
Two years ago, this pink-haired succubus infiltrated my dreams and warned me not to be friends with Camilla.
At that time, since she was nothing more than an illusory presence without substance, I had no choice but to let her go. But now, her true form was right in front of me.
This was literally a golden opportunity.
What’s more, this woman had openly engaged in behavior that I explicitly forbade.
She bribed officials from the Governor’s Office as part of her entertainment services.
In every respect, her actions were deplorable.
The moment she noticed my face in the room, her own face turned pale, and her lips began to tremble.
“Ah, hello there…”
“Welcome. This is our first meeting in person, isn’t it?”
“Yes, you look even better in person.”
“Oh, I hear that a lot.”
I said this while tapping the seat next to me.
Upon which, Gremory hurriedly came over and sat down.
“Would you like a drink, sir?”
“No, I should be the one offering you a drink.”
As I said this, I handed her a glass and poured whiskey into it.
“This will be your last drink in this world.”
Her hand holding the glass began to shake violently, as if afflicted by some sort of seizure.
This is why people crave power, I guess.
Who would’ve thought that someone who used to act so arrogantly could end up groveling like this?
Without caring whether her glass was shaking or not, I continued pouring whiskey and then spoke.
“Drink.”
Gremory remained silent for a moment, then hastily placed the glass on the table and knelt before me.
“Sir, please listen to me! It wasn’t my intention!”
I held the glass she refused to drink from and asked,
“Do you know about the Succubi using Ozma’s face for business? Did you know, or not?”
Gremory hesitated, then quietly replied,
“…I knew.”
“And what about stopping businesses within the Governor’s Office from using famous faces for profit?”
“…I knew.”
“So, do you have nothing more to say?”
After saying this, I poured whiskey over her head.
The red liquor trickled down her forehead and jawline.
Thinking about how much money went into this might make someone feel regretful, but unfortunately, at this point, my wealth is boundless—like the ocean—and spilling a little wouldn’t even leave a ripple.
Besides, as the chief financial officer, my salary is quite substantial.
Despite enduring this humiliating treatment in such a demeaning position, Gremory silently bore the disgrace.
Still, she seemed to understand the situation well enough.
Even though I was smiling on the outside, I was genuinely irritated inside.
After placing the empty glass on the table, I said,
“I won’t beat around the bush. Bring me a list of all those involved in illegal activities.”
“…Our establishment doesn’t collect personal information to protect customer privacy.”
“Is that so? That sounds different from what I know.”
With a stern expression, I stood up from my chair and got down to her eye level.
“Do you really think that people in the nightlife industry don’t gather information on their visitors for future use?”
I whispered to her in a low voice.
“It’s not just your life on the line here—it’s everyone on this street. Honestly, I want to take them all down right now.”
I stood back up and warned her.
“Bring it within ten minutes. If you try to run, I’ll tell the Demon King, and he’ll wipe out your entire family.”
Shaking violently, Gremory nodded.
“Go.”
I gestured with my chin to dismiss her.[[#]]Succubus Queen Gremory.
She was an ambitious woman.
That’s why she led her clan to Oz, a place akin to a new heaven, to start a nightlife business.
With the abilities of a Succubus, manipulating mere humans to do her bidding was effortless.
Every day, her bar’s revenue grew, and so did her influence.
Naturally, humans began bowing to her willingly and serving under her.
Gremory considered this entirely natural.
After all, she believed that someone as noble as herself deserved worship as a member of the Demon Tribe.
But her arrogance crossed a line it shouldn’t have.
To make more money, she ignored the Governor’s Office directives and projected any figure customers requested into their dreams.
Just as the old saying goes, “A long tail gets caught,” her negligence regarding discretion while chasing profits brought disaster to her establishment.
The Demon King’s hound, Partarth.
When we first met two years ago, I thought he was just another nobody. But then he single-handedly conquered Oz, fulfilling the Demon Tribe’s greatest wish, becoming a hero among demons.
Moreover, he was also the fiancé of Princess Ozma, the Demon King’s daughter.
He was truly on the fast track to success.
No matter how powerful Gremory was as the leader of the Succubi, she couldn’t compete with him.
There was nothing left for her but to submit completely.
‘Camilla, lucky girl. To have marked such a man early.’
While contemplating her inferior position compared to her niece, Gremory bitterly retrieved the guest registry she had locked away.[[#]]Gremory returned approximately eight minutes later.
“Not late.”
As I said this, tapping my wristwatch, Gremory smiled obsequiously and handed over the black file she was holding.
“Of course, punctuality is important. Who am I doing this for, after all?”
“It wasn’t a request; it was an order.”
As I nitpicked, Gremory chuckled nervously, saying, “Oh, was it?”
It seemed she thought things were looking up for her.
Regardless of how she interpreted it, it was her freedom, so I didn’t bother pointing it out.
I skimmed through the names listed in the guest registry until I spotted a few familiar ones, which made my eyes gleam.
They were members of the Royalists who had recently been causing headaches for Ozma.
Outwardly, they acted so dignified, yet behind closed doors, they were coming here for favors.
How despicable.
Did they really find Succubi that appealing?
After scanning the entire document quickly, I tucked the file under my arm.
Seeing this, Gremory asked in surprise,
“You’re taking that with you?”
“Seizing evidence like this is standard procedure. Just let it go.”
“But it’s our customer list. We should at least get a copy…”
“Why should I grant that? Is there any reason to satisfy the demands of criminals? Treason against the Governor can carry the death penalty.”
Gremory became speechless.
“To be honest, I want to tear your limbs apart right now, but I’m restraining myself for the Demon King’s sake. If this wasn’t a national project, I’d have already shut you down.”
After saying this, I tapped her head lightly with the file and waved goodbye.
“Well, I’m off. Cheers to good drinking… Oh, almost forgot something.”
Muttering this, I leaned close to her ear and said,
“You’re going to suffer soon. A thorough tax audit is coming your way.”
Her already pale face turned even whiter.
“Please, sir, show mercy just once!”
“Eh~ Go fuck yourself~”
I said this while flipping her the middle finger.
“If it bothered you so much, you should’ve followed the law from the start.”
This was retribution for the trouble she caused Camilla.[[#]]That night.
When I returned home and told Camilla about Gremory, she gave me a thumbs-up with a stoic face.
“Well done. Auntie needed a good lesson anyway.”
“What kind of person is your aunt?”
“She’s the farthest thing from a model housewife. Can’t cook, can’t do laundry, hates children, yet loves extravagance. She always adorns herself with expensive jewelry and clothes. All vanity.”
Apparently, she had a lot of resentment from her childhood, judging by the intensity of her criticism.
Even to me, she seemed like an annoying woman, so I could only imagine what it must’ve been like for Camilla, being related to her.
On the other hand, when Ozma learned that someone besides Camilla had requested her likeness at the Succubi bar, she looked somewhat puzzled.
“Someone else looks at me that way too?”
“Have confidence, Ozma. You’ve become incredibly beautiful compared to the past.”
“Hmm, that’s a nice compliment, but honestly, it’s hard to imagine. What’s so great about someone like me?”
Ironically, it’s precisely those ‘plain’ qualities that make her attractive, but I decided not to elaborate.
Instead, I informed her about the punishments for those involved in illegal activities at Melujin.
“All those associated with that place will be sent to prison. No bail will be allowed, and everyone will be charged with treason against the Governor. Since some high-ranking nobles are involved, this will likely become a major case.”
“Well, you’ll handle it properly, won’t you? You wouldn’t do anything bad to me.”
Ozma said this while massaging her shoulders, looking tired.
I quickly moved to massage her shoulders and said,
“Of course. That’s what being supportive means.”
The time was approaching to purge the problematic Royalists who had long plagued the country.
