Pien couldn’t hide her astonishment.

Lona.

She had lost her foundational succubus powers, becoming an ordinary human with no magical abilities.

A blank slate, so to speak.

And yet, what was this?

Lona was suddenly wielding mana.

Not only that, but the mana wasn’t insignificant in quantity. It carried an unusually mild nature, far removed from the chaotic energy typical of her former succubus self.

"A priest?"

Pien instinctively thought of the ascetics from their church.

This sacred energy.

Had her eyes been closed, she might have mistaken it for the healing touch of a priest passing by.

The idea was absurd.

"A succubus. A succu. Bus."@@novelbin@@

These creatures had "demon" baked right into their very name.

Even criminals weren’t as far removed from the image of a priest as a succubus was.

And now, this former succubus was pretending to be a priest?

"Sure, fine. Former succubus… and now an ordinary human…"

A former succubus turned priest?

"...Hah."

Pien let out a soft chuckle, abandoning the train of thought. Thinking about it too much made her feel foolish.

More importantly, Risir's condition visibly improved.

His labored breathing, punctuated by coughing fits, began to stabilize.

"Hoo… hoo…"

Eventually, with Pien’s help, Risir managed to sit up.

"Thank you, Pien. And Lona, thank you too. I owe you my life."

The person most bewildered by this succubus-turned-healer spectacle wasn’t anyone else—it was Lona herself.

She stared blankly at her hands, only to snap out of it at Risir’s words of gratitude.

"I… I got praised…?"

Lona’s expression twitched uncontrollably, as though she didn’t know how to handle her emotions.

A lowly slave proving she’s not just some ordinary girl?

With that expression? It’s more feminine than mine.

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