Reborn as a Succubus: Time To Live My Best Life!

Chapter 137 - 137: Junior Sorceress, Melisa Blackflame, Part Twenty-Three

{Zephyra}

Zephyra's brow furrowed as she flipped through yet another dusty tome. Her desk was a battlefield of open books, scattered notes, and half-empty cups of cold tea.

[This can't be right,] she thought, frustration building. [How is there so little information on the nim?]

She'd been at this for hours, diving deep into Syux's historical records. But every time she thought she'd found a promising lead, it fizzled out. It wasn't subtle either; entire chapters missing. Pages torn out.

It was like someone had gone through and systematically erased the nim from history.

"By the gods," Zephyra muttered, rubbing her temples. "This whole situation is getting weirder and weirder."

Frustratedly shaking her head, she conceded, sighing with defeat as she turned her attention to the other stack of books – those on Blood Magic.

Her mind drifted to Melisa, that enigmatic purple girl who'd captured her attention through her magic (and not just because she was cute as hell).

Melisa's proficiency with Blood Magic was... unprecedented. Based on what little she knew on it, what little anyone knew on it, Zephyra had always thought it required sacrifice, pain. A pound of flesh for every spell, figuratively speaking.

But Melisa? She cast that shit like she was ordering coffee.

[How the fuck does she do it?] Zephyra wondered, absently twirling a lock of black hair around her finger. [And why isn't she, I don't know, evil?]

Because that was the kicker. Blood Magic users were supposed to be twisted, corrupted by the power they wielded. But Melisa? She was...

Well, she was an absolute cinnamon roll. A cinnamon roll with horns, a tail, and delicious curves.

Zephyra shook her head, trying to focus. There had to be a connection here, something she was missing...

"My, my. Burning the midnight oil, are we?"

Zephyra's head snapped up, her hand instinctively reaching for the wand she'd been given, resting at her hip.

Queen Melara stood in the doorway, a picture of regal grace in her flowing gown.

[Shit,] Zephyra thought, her mind racing. [How long has she been there?]

"Your Majesty," Zephyra said, rising to her feet and offering a small bow and a smile. "I didn't hear you come in."

Melara's lips curved in a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Clearly. You seemed quite engrossed in your... re

Melisa's face fell.

"Oh. I get it. It's pretty advanced stuff. No worries, though. I'm sure I can find someone else to lend a hand. Or a kidney.

Or whatever."

She laughed at her own joke. Jaylin felt faint.

Just like that, Melisa walked away.

As soon as Melisa was out of sight, Jaylin bolted. She didn't stop running until she was safely in her room, door locked and chair wedged under the handle for good measure.

Jaylin huddled under her blankets, wide awake and trembling. Sleep was not an option. Not when a bloodthirsty nim could burst in at any moment, demanding her spleen or something.

[I knew it,] she thought miserably. [I knew there was something off about her. Fuck my life.]

As the night wore on, Jaylin made a silent vow. She'd train harder. Get stronger. And when the time came, she'd be ready. That woman was dangerous!

But first, she really, really needed to pee.

[Fuck.]