With this strength, he was now comfortable enough to move personally. His first target was the priestess, the one who sensed his arrival into this world… or rather, the one the world had warned of his arrival.
But he had to be careful, for he sensed a faint threat from her.
He gazed at her with starving lust. He then raised his right hand and rubbed his thumb and index finger together. As he did, faint drops of purple mist fell and blew into the wind that was drifting toward the priestess.
The worst thing the priestess could've done was open the windows.
The priestess suddenly frowned as the wind blew her hair. She then closed the window tightly, gazing left and right outside as if she were searching for something. "Strange… what was that chilling feeling just now?" she whispered to herself, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Nonetheless, just to be safe, she closed her eyes tightly and chanted a purification spell:
"Oh, holy light from the east, west, north, and south, cleanse my body and mind," she repeated over and over until her body lit with a golden glow that engulfed her and vanished a second later…
Seeing this golden light, Veal's eyes narrowed. 'This is the source of the faint threat I was sensing… an attribute that is super effective against demon kin and their abilities.' He paused and gazed at the moon in the night. 'But unfortunately, it's too weak to destroy my ability. '
He then turned back to the priestess and licked his lips.
He then shifted his gaze toward the direction of a certain holy knight that he sensed approaching and vanished.
The priestess walked to her bed, lay down, and closed her eyes. Soon she sank into deep sleep.
She dreamed.
Standing in a field of white lilies, she gazed around in fascination, and with a smile, she started twirling and dancing. Suddenly, she paused as one of the lilies turned bright purple, then its petals started twisting, and from it, he appeared.
The most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on.
He stood naked. Tall. With long, flowing black hair that reached the ground. His bronze skin sparkled under the sunlight. His body was carved to perfection, sleek and firm muscles in all the right places. His eyes shone with a purple hue that mesmerized her. And his… she blushed. His cock was beyond the size described in any of the books she had read.
Just standing in his presence ignited something she had never experienced before. Lust. Lust for a man.
She said nothing. He said nothing. He simply stepped behind her and breathed on her neck. Her face flushed, her breathing turned unsteady. He then embraced her, his hands around her waist. She subconsciously leaned back, her head resting on his muscular chest and she could feel his cock resting against her private area.
'What is this feeling?' she wondered.
Inside his arms, pleasure pulsed through every spot where their bodies touched.
Suddenly, she felt one of his hands slowly crawling toward her misty garden, inch by inch…
But right as it was about to reach,
pash!
The dream shattered.
She woke up gasping, drenched in sweat, moaning, with her right hand between her thighs.
"Dream?" she whispered aloud, pulling her hand from her folds and gazing around her bedroom. She sighed in relief.
"Fortunately, a dream… or else I would have become a sinner among priestesses." The image of the figure flashed in her mind. "Who is that figure? Is it possible he is real? And why didn't I resist his touch? Why did I want him to touch me more intimately?"
As she spoke, her right hand unconsciously slid back toward her garden, but before she could reach it, she stopped herself, grabbing her right hand with her left and pulling it to her chest.
She shook her head violently, side to side.
"No. I must not taint myself anymore."
Suddenly, her eyes flashed.
"This must be the work of the vile thing. Yes! Or how else could someone as pure as I do such impure things?" She nodded to herself. "It must have somehow polluted my mind. But how and when? I haven't left the cathedral once since I sensed its birth. Could it have the ability to turn invisible? Was it in the food? The water? Or perhaps… the wind?"
She gazed toward the window with trepidation, then dropped to her knees and began praying intensely. The only thing she could do now was pray until sunrise, then immediately inform Sir Ran and the king personally that she might be the target of the vileness, so they could devise a scheme to kill whatever it is.
At the same time, Veal stood under a tree ten meters from the cathedral. He gazed at the window of her bedroom with extreme lust. In his right hand, he held a bloody head with its spine still attached. Drip! Blood dripped down the spine, staining the grass below. The face of the head was frozen with a permanent expression of fear, proof of the horror it experienced in its last moment.
Veal raised the head to his mouth, opened his jaws like an abyss, and bit off a chunk. The sound of flesh, skull, and brain matter being ground echoed out,
Splat! Crunch!
His tails swayed as he savored the taste. 'Humans… not bad. Way better than my filthy siblings,' he muttered to himself. 'And priestess, let's see how long it takes for you to fall. Will it be tomorrow? Or the day after?'
After which he vanished in the darkness.
…
The sun rose and illuminated the world, banishing darkness and exposing those who dwelled in it.
Or so the priestess hoped.
She stood on the first floor of the cathedral, where people usually congregated to worship. Her brows were tight with anxiety.
"Are you sure?" she asked the red-clad knight kneeling before her. "Did you search his camp thoroughly?"