Leya opened the door to the magical world for me, everything was so mysterious, as if she would always show me magic that I had never seen before from her hands.

I was curious about Leya's power, she seemed to no longer be a succubus, but a demon king.

In the shooting range of Night Fall Town, Park and I shot thirty bullets at Leya, who had cast a barrier spell. Thirty bullets in total, Leya stood still and unharmed. And she could easily disarm the two of us within ten meters.

"Leya, have you always been this strong?"

I asked her this question.

"Of course not..."

Leya sighed heavily and looked towards the northwest direction of Night Fall Town, where the kingdom's army had attacked years ago.

Long ago, when Clefairy and Leya were strolling on the streets of Night Fall Town, enjoying the sunset together, Leya was not as strong as she is now. At that time, she was overwhelmed by the joy and excitement of her first love, just like a young girl experiencing her first love.

Succubi are monsters with high intelligence and magic abilities. From the moment they fall into succubi, their magical power increases by more than ten times that of humans. However, they do not use advanced magic, mainly because no one taught them.

Newly transformed succubi can only use one charm magic, which is a gift they receive after becoming succubi. Other magic is passed down from succubus to succubus through oral and practical teaching, generation after generation. But just like humans, there are inevitably a few geniuses among the vast sea of people, and Leya and that red and black succubus are the geniuses of the past few hundred years.

When a woman transforms into a succubus, her clothing also changes. Some look like lingerie, some like formal dresses, and some like casual dresses. These clothes are related to their magical power. The more gorgeous the clothes, the stronger the magical power. Legend has it that when Leya transformed into a succubus, her clothes didn't change at all! In other words, when she was still human, she was wearing the most magnificent dress.

After falling into succubi, without anyone teaching her, Leya was able to use barrier magic on her own. At that time, some succubi were still using tattered cloth as clothes, but Leya's dress was a symbol of power. No one dared to defy her.

I don't know if Leya was a well-educated and wealthy girl when she was human, but her behavior at that time was indeed like a kind and approachable older sister. This dignified and gentle image is the origin of the "White Queen".

Later, the red and black succubus appeared, and Leya was challenged for the first time. It was a battle between pure offense and pure defense. The result was that the red and black succubus exhausted her magic power but failed to break Leya's barrier, and Leya didn't attack her. Since then, the red and black succubus has never accepted Leya's authority.

Later events included the kingdom's war, the war with Medusa's clan, reconciliation, and meeting Clefairy...

"Your barrier magic is so strong, why couldn't you defeat the kingdom's army?"

I couldn't help but be curious and interrupted to ask.

"No matter how strong the barrier is, I can only be the one being attacked, not the one who can counterattack, understand?"

Leya spoke thoughtfully, recalling deeper memories in her heart.

Her encounter with Clefairy was ordinary and strange at the same time. Leya rarely personally seduced men, and Clefairy rarely went hunting in the succubus territory. But the world is just so small, Leya cast a charm spell on Clefairy.

Leya didn't expect that the first thing this man said to her was, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

Then Clefairy realized he said the wrong thing and changed his words, "Sorry, nice to meet you, I'm Clefairy."

Leya didn't say anything, she stared blankly at Clefairy, wanting to know what else he would say. Generally, when a man is charmed, he wouldn't introduce himself seriously, but would smirk flirtatiously.

"Did I scare you just now? Sorry, hehe."

"Haha, you humans are really interesting."

Yes, a human saying to a monster, "Did I scare you just now?" is truly unheard of.

How strong was Leya's magic at that time? I'm not sure. But I know that the charm magic she used on Clefairy was the strongest among all succubi, and Clefairy was charmed for a lifetime.

On that day, she arrived in Night Fall Town with Kleveray. Amidst the guns and vigilant gazes of the black market traders, the two of them made their way to the second-floor room of the bar. Several brave black market traders, concerned for Kleveray's safety, stood guard outside the door all night, listening to the sweet words exchanged between the two.

The happiest years of Leya's life began, and the level of happiness was no less than the first few months I spent with my wife.

Finally, there was the merciless war. The kingdom sent nearly a thousand soldiers, and twenty heavy cannons bombarded the town for the entire morning. The hundreds of line infantry poured lead bullets onto the farmers in Night Fall Town who held hoes and pitchforks. At that time, Night Fall Town had less than a hundred guns in total. Leya could indeed withstand thirty bullets, but she couldn't withstand hundreds of bullets, let alone cannonballs.

Miss Leya, who had never fought before, did her best, but the townspeople were still harvested like leeks.

In the end, Kleveray died in battle, and one-third of Night Fall Town's buildings were destroyed. The black market traders paid with their blood and lives, forced to give up their weapons and surrender.

Although people died, what Kleveray left Leya became an opportunity, such as the two magic books secretly obtained from the kingdom. From that moment on, Leya was determined to become stronger. Every day, she locked herself in the ruins of the burned-down chapel, studying magic and practicing combat skills.

Until now, Leya's magic has become so powerful that it is unknown. Her eyes turned red, wondering if she could really defeat the kingdom's strongest adventurer team on her own.

"Raul, remember, whether human or monster, if you don't want to be bullied, you have to be stronger than others. The stronger, the better."

"Yeah, I know."

Leya, for the first time ever, touched my head and smiled, though her smile carried a sense of world-weariness.

Park tossed me a cigarette, trying to lighten the mood. Park had heard about Leya's past before, but he had never heard Leya tell it so vividly and in such detail as she did today.

"Park, what about your past?"

"My past? My past isn't anything worth hearing~"

The three of us fell silent as Leya finished her story, still sitting on the workbench, gazing towards the northwest of Night Fall Town.

...

"Raul, hey, what are you three doing here?"

Wolfrang always arrived late. The three of us, two men and a woman, sat among a pile of ores and lumber, smoking and daydreaming. It felt a bit out of place.

"Wolfrang, you're here. What were you busy with today?"

"Oh, they needed more fences at the west-side stable, so I went to help."

What kind of werewolf was Wolfrang before coming to Night Fall Town?

"Oh, right, Wolfrang, what about your story?"

"My story?"

"We just heard Leya tell her story, so now it's your turn."

"Haha, what's the matter? Interested in the werewolf brother?"

"Fine, now that you're here, the atmosphere from earlier is completely gone."

Park looked helpless as he lit a match and placed it in Wolfrang's pipe.

Among the three of us, I probably knew the least about Wolfrang's past, but in reality, none of us, including Leya, knew. Everyone listened attentively as Wolfrang began to tell his story.

The werewolf's story was far less legendary than the succubus's. Wolfrang was a well-behaved child from a young age, and he was also the eldest son in his family, expected to set a good example. The werewolf territory was far from the kingdom, and except for the war that affected them three hundred years ago, they lived a peaceful life.

The only thing that affected Wolfrang was his father's death.

The diplomatic history between werewolves and humans had been going on for at least five hundred years, and the Grison family had held the leadership position for about the same amount of time. By Wolfrang's generation, it was already the third generation.

Wolfrang's father, the werewolf uncle with bright and piercing eyes in the painting hanging in their living room, had served as the liaison officer in communication with Night Fall Town. Despite the seemingly insignificant role of a liaison officer, for the werewolves, the liaison officer was the hope of the entire clan. It was Wolfrang's father who allowed their fellow clan members to live in small wooden houses.

Just like when Leya met Kleveray, on the day when Wolfrang's father went to seek advice on winemaking techniques, he happened to encounter a border patrol team that had just finished looting Night Fall Town. Wolfrang now gives the impression of being calm and rational, but his father is different, with a fiery temper, a typical werewolf, always putting gratitude first.

"Who did this?"

His father stared with his eyes, grinding his teeth.

"It's okay, come in and rest, we can clean up."

A disheveled woman timidly replied.

"I'm asking you, who did this?"

"The, the border patrol..."

"What about Kleveray?"

"A few days ago, they shot him..."

"Damn it!"

Wolfrang's father was an old werewolf who had experienced the war three hundred years ago. Seeing the devastation of Night Fall Town and hearing that Kleveray had died, he couldn't contain his anger and cursed before rushing towards the direction of the kingdom.

The border patrol that looted Night Fall Town usually consisted of a team of forty people. A werewolf fighting against forty armed humans on flat ground really couldn't win. Moreover, his father was already approaching middle age at that time.

But his father really wiped out that border patrol team, and no one knew how he won. All they knew was that he died from excessive blood loss. Wolfrang's father was a man, and he only had one thought in his mind: the humans of Night Fall Town have always been helping my kind, they have kindness towards werewolves. Whoever bullies them is going against werewolves, and I will kill them!

Later, his father's body was sent back to the werewolf tribe by the entire black market overnight. Wolfrang didn't cry because werewolves don't shed tears.

The job of the liaison fell on Wolfrang's shoulders. On his first day of duty, he eliminated another team of twenty border patrol soldiers who came to search for their missing comrades and finally met Leya.

Perhaps Leya really had some kind of magic, both humans and werewolves would fall in love with her at first sight.

Wolfrang fell in love with Leya, without hesitation, and it lasted for nearly thirty years.

Regarding the looting by the border patrol, Wolfrang's approach seemed very rational. He proposed plans such as building shelters and setting up observation posts, trying to minimize the losses. This was not Wolfrang being weak, but him understanding that it was no longer three hundred years ago. A werewolf relying on howling couldn't scare away the soldiers of the kingdom...

As for love, Wolfrang was foolish. His way of expressing love at that time was to frequently go to Leya's room at night and sit in a chair, obsessively watching Leya practice magic. At first, Leya would always use the excuse of needing to sleep to chase him away, but when she ran out of excuses, she let Wolfrang sit silently. And this behavior continued for nearly twenty years.

Until one night ten years ago, Wolfrang, who was sitting there peacefully, suddenly said, "Leya, I love you."

That day, Leya pretended not to hear and persisted for a while, but in the end, she lowered her head and chased Wolfrang out. Leya admitted that she cried that day, but she didn't know why she cried.

The lifespan of a succubus is about twice as long as that of a werewolf. Wolfrang really would dedicate the rest of his life to this relationship without a result. And the opportunity for Leya to accept Wolfrang came when Medusa and I fell in love...

"Our stories are all finished, Raul, what about you?"

The werewolf hugged my shoulder and looked at his lover, asking himself.