"I think you should focus on your unique skill, Sixth Sense, instead," Lilith said, her voice calm as ever. "That way, even if you keep wearing the blindfold, it won't affect your vision and reaction time as much."
Scarlett's lips twitched. "She sure changed her words fast…" she thought, but she didn't say it out loud.
She stood in the middle of the quiet forest, the tall trees surrounding her like watchful giants. Following Lilith's instructions, she began her next task—using her Sixth Sense to feel every bird's wings fluttering, every rustle of grass, every movement of life around her. At the same time, she had to dodge Lilith's attacks.
Of course, with her blindfold on, her godlike vision was sealed. Sixth Sense allowed her to "see," but it wasn't perfect. Her reaction time was slower, her range of perception smaller. She had to push herself harder than usual.
BAM!
A rock smashed against her head, fast as lightning. Scarlett didn't even flinch—her body was too tough to be hurt—but her pride took the hit.
"So fast…" she muttered, jumping back quickly. She shut out her distractions and focused. Slowly, her Sixth Sense sharpened. Even without her eyes, her mind painted a picture of the forest, like she was watching it from above.
She could faintly see a black shadow flickering everywhere, darting like a phantom. It was Lilith, moving at inhuman speed.
A confident smile curved Scarlett's lips. She stretched her arm and pointed. "So there you are!"
But before she could celebrate—WHACK! Another rock struck the back of her head.
"It was just my afterimage," Lilith's calm voice came from behind.
Scarlett's jaw tightened. "Fuck!" she cursed under her breath, feeling her irritation boil.
They continued like this for hours, Scarlett dodging, failing, then trying again. Every mistake only pushed her to focus harder. Her Sixth Sense grew sharper with each attempt.
Finally, Lilith stopped, her figure appearing a few steps away. "That's enough for now," she said. "Since you're heading to the human realm tomorrow, we'll continue the day after."
And with that, Lilith's presence vanished like smoke in the wind, leaving Scarlett standing in the forest.
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Later that evening, Scarlett finally returned to DreadHaven. The sky had turned a deep orange, fading into night, and the grounds were lively. Children ran around laughing, chasing a horse that had two white wings and a single horn on its forehead—it was a young unicorn, not fully grown but already majestic in its own way. Scarlett paused for a moment, a soft smile appearing on her lips at the innocent, playful sight, but she didn't go closer. She had other matters to attend to first.
Her first thought was about Yumi. She called for her and asked if she wanted to join the party tomorrow, but Yumi shook her head quickly, muttering that she had more important tasks to finish. Scarlett nodded, understanding, and returned to her room as night fully descended.
She sat quietly, focusing deeply on improving her unique skill, Sixth Sense. The forested outskirts had been good for training, but here in her room, she could concentrate fully. Her mind was calm, every sense alert.
Then, almost instantly, she sensed someone approaching the door.
"Lunatic!" Scarlett thought, narrowing her focus. As expected, the door swung open without a knock—Lunatic had never been one for formalities. Tonight, she wore a revealing maid costume, the kind that left little to the imagination. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously as she stepped in, carrying a tray with a steaming tea cup.
Scarlett's face flushed slightly. "Why are you wearing… that?" she asked, trying to sound stern but failing a little.
Lunatic grinned, tilting her head, eyes glinting. "You like cosplay, right? Maid, nurse, bunny costumes… so I thought, why not have some cosplay fun tonight?"
Scarlett's mind raced. "How do you know— Wait… no. Not now. I have other work to do." She swallowed her words and tried to change the subject, though a faint blush betrayed her embarrassment.
Lunatic chuckled softly and approached her, placing the tray carefully in front of Scarlett. "Here, my master~ I made tea for you!"
Scarlett raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You can make tea?"
"Fufufu… Only tea? I know at least a hundred dishes!" Lunatic nodded proudly, as if her confidence alone could prove it. She handed the cup to Scarlett.
Skeptical, Scarlett took it and hesitated for a moment, half-expecting it to taste ordinary. But the moment the warm liquid touched her lips, her eyes behind the blindfold widened. It wasn't just good—it was unreal, like drinking a divine nectar, something no ordinary human or star-class chef could make. Even her mother's tea, which had always been perfect, couldn't compare.
"No way… this is better than my mother's handmade tea!" Scarlett thought, astonished. She took another sip, and another, savoring the flavors, feeling a strange warmth spread through her body. She looked at Lunatic, truly impressed.
"This… this is amazing," Scarlett said, her voice soft with awe. "Did you use the unicorn's milk? That's why it tastes so incredible?"
Lunatic shook her head, a mischievous smirk on her face.
"So it's just your cooking skill? What's the secret ingredient?" Scarlett asked again, curiosity shining through.
Lunatic leaned forward, hand resting on her cheek, eyes sparkling with pride. "Well… the milk is the secret ingredient. But not unicorn milk…" She paused dramatically. "…It's actually my breast milk!"
Scarlett choked, sputtering and spilling a little from her mouth. Her cheeks burned red, a mix of shock and embarrassment.
"B-breast milk? How…? Isn't that only comes out when women are pregnant?" she stammered, flustered.
"Us succubi can produce breast milk from a young age. No need to be pregnant," Lunatic said proudly, completely unashamed. "It's full of nutrients and tastes better than anything you can imagine!"
Scarlett groaned, grabbing her head with both hands. "Stop! Stop saying such embarrassing things so shamelessly!",
Meanwhile, Lunatic only chuckled, clearly enjoying Scarlett's flustered state.
At that moment, three gentle knocks came from the door. Before Scarlett could respond, the door opened, and Xao stepped inside, holding a golden tray covered with a folded cloth.
But the instant her eyes landed on Lunatic in that overly sensual maid outfit, she froze and coughed lightly, her cheeks showing a faint hint of pink.
"Maybe… I came at the wrong time," Xao muttered awkwardly, already turning to leave.
Scarlett's face turned red. "No, no! It's not what you think! She just came to… to give me tea!" she blurted out in a hurry, waving her hands.
Xao stopped, glanced back, and then calmly walked toward Scarlett, her usual composed smile returning. "Oh, I see. Then I suppose my timing isn't so bad. Here, I chose this dress for you." She lifted the tray and gently placed the folded cloth in Scarlett's hands.
Scarlett unfolded it carefully and immediately recognized the style. From its patterns and fabric, it was clearly a Chinese dress. She wasn't surprised—it fit Xao perfectly.
"Well, I kind of expected this. Xao's definitely someone you'd think of as Chinese through and through," Scarlett thought as she decided to try it on.
A little while later, she stood in front of the mirror, dressed in the outfit. It was a flowing purple qipao-style dress, embroidered with golden patterns. The wide sleeves and red-lined folds draped gracefully, while the deep neckline teased the curves of her chest. A high slit along the side revealed her pale, smooth legs, now decorated with delicate golden anklets. Her long purple hair spilled down her back, half-tamed beneath an ornate headdress.
The image staring back at her was breathtaking. She looked like a dangerous enchantress wrapped in elegance and power, her beauty edged with mystery.
Yes, the dress was revealing in parts—her chest, her creamy legs—but the overall look wasn't vulgar or erotic. Instead, it radiated dominance and majesty. She looked like a tyrant queen, someone who could command and seduce at the same time.
Scarlett smiled proudly at her reflection. "It was the right decision to trust Xao!"
Wanting to complete the look, she reached for a crown she had kept—the one made from the bones of Lórien's daughter, whom she had personally killed. She placed it on her head, studying the effect. But the crown dark aura clashed with the graceful majesty of the dress. It didn't fit at all. With a sigh, she set it back down.
"It's decided then. I'll wear this tomorrow," Scarlett said softly, a smile tugging at her lips.
Xao gave a polite bow. "I'm glad it pleases you. I'll take my leave, then," she said, her voice calm and respectful as she quietly left the room.
Scarlett turned to Lunatic, who was still lounging like she owned the place. Without hesitation, Scarlett grabbed her by the collar and shoved her toward the door. "You too! Come back late at night. I'm training for now!" she snapped, slamming the door shut behind her.
Finally alone, she let out a breath and sat on the bed. Her gaze drifted to the tea cup still sitting on the tray. She hesitated, looking back and forth between her thoughts and the cup, but then picked it up and drained it in one go.
A soft sigh escaped her lips. "It really is good,"