Chapter 48: Looting The Dead?

Chapter 48: Looting The Dead?

Skill Point? One? Beatrice wondered as she read the notification that popped up only for her to see. She hurried to check her total Skill Points. And indeed, her suspicions were confirmed.

Skill Points Total Skill Points 17 Unused Skill Points 2 Skill Points in Combat Craft 3 Skill Points in Mischief Craft 2 Skill Points in Eros Craft 10

Last level I had sixteen Skill Points, Beatrice sighed. Seriously, only one per level now? At least gaining levels was easy until this point. Wait... What did I...

Beatrice looked at her blood-stained hands and for a moment froze up. I really did just that? So easily? And my first worry was Skill Points?

Beatrice knew she’d have to stain her hands sooner or later. But she couldn’t help but be astonished at how easily she did that. And without hesitation? But what was there to hesitate about? More rapists and murderers, praying on the innocent and defenseless... More importantly...

Before deactivating her [Sharp Claws] Skill Beatrice walked back to the old greybeard that she left to bleed out. She walked past Tabitha, who laid in a puddle of the long-haired ruffian’s blood with a delighted smile on her face and a distant gaze into the dimming sky above them.

Considering how easily I seduced these morons, no doubt half the city will be lusting after my appetizing body, the succubus thought, worrying that she’d be attracting a little too much-unwanted attention. I better cover up myself at least a little bit.

Beatrice had no intention of removing the clothes off the gutted, bled-dry men, most of which would not fit her anyway. But one item she found perfect for her use—the old man’s cloak. It was so generic and forgettable that Beatrice didn’t even notice it when she first saw the four ruffians.

This should counteract my own sexiness at least a little bit while I’m in the city, Beatrice theorized while removed the cloak from the dead man’s body. It was soaked in the man’s blood on one edge. The succubus cut that part off with her claws and deactivated her [Sharp Claws] toggle Skill.



Item: Damaged Generic Grey Cloak

Item Class: Common

Physical Defense: +2

Effects: While covered up, lowers Speed by 1 Point.



Figured that it would have negative effects, Beatrice sighed. She put on the cloak and looked at her information tab.

Information Name Beatrice Age 18 Class Succubus Level 6 (12%) Health Points 220/220 (+0.4/sec) Arousal Points 39/95 (+0.01/sec) Stamina Points 34/70 (+0.17/sec) Physical Attack 8 Physical Defense 10 Magic Attack 9 Magic Defense 13 Speed 4

Speed is the same as the last level. So, it increased by one point? Beatrice brought up the information on her speed and saw a [-1] penalty originating from her cloak.

My Speed increased by about one point every two levels... Same for Physical Defense, not counting the item buffs. The largest increase has been for Magic Attack, which kept increasing by one point per level. But this tells me next to nothing!



Beatrice sighed and put the dagger down next to the body. Just as she did that, Olivia crouched next to her and went through the pockets of the dead men.

An all-powerful Succubus, capable of seducing men and women with a couple of words and a single touch, carrying around a common old dagger? Beatrice felt insulted. She did not become a Succubus to burden herself with junk worthy of a commoner or an NPC in an MMORPG. I’m finding a better cloak the first chance we get.

“Not much but a few coins on them,” Olivia said as she stood up next to Ember and Beatrice. “Their payday must’ve been after they finished their business here.”

“I need better clothes,” Beatrice blurted out what she was thinking, barely paying attention to what Olivia was saying.

“... I agree,” the ninja girl said. Though the girl’s face was covered, Beatrice could tell from Olivia’s eyes alone that she was not impressed with the succubus’s latest acquisition.

Ember chuckled and said, “Leave it to me.”

“Good,” Beatrice said and cleared her throat, looking to switch the subject fast. “Is there any way to tell who these men were working with or for?”

“It’s not like bandits and assassins get signed contracts with their employers,” Olivia said.

“... Were they also part of the S.E.C.R.E.T. guild?” Beatrice asked, remembering that even Ember had the guild’s badge.

“They were,” Olivia confirmed and added, “Bottom of the barrel. I didn’t see it even worth mentioning. What do we do with the bodies?”

“Leave them—a little gift to the city guards,” Ember smiled. “No use for us to delay here, waiting for more trouble.”

“Agreed,” Beatrice said, feeling her stomach doing flips from hunger. “How far is it to that place you mentioned?”

“Not too far,” Ember said. “It’s near the edge of the forest.”

“Then let’s go,” Beatrice said but looked back, realizing that they were missing one person.

Tabitha only just now got up and started cleaning herself up by scrubbing the blood off her body with fresh moss from the ground. All the while she smiled and seem upbeat as if she just got out of a refreshing bath.