Chapter 171 Will You Accept My Succubus Love Thread?

Chapter 171: Will You Accept My Succubus Love Thread?

In the palace courtyard, Anfoya and the other succubi still embroiled in fierce combat, as well as the epic-level succubus charging toward Hua Diao, were all frozen in shock by the unexpected development!

The epic-level succubus couldn't hide his astonishment—this mermaid fights dirty! Who would’ve thought the Amplifying Conch could be used like this?

His expression twisted with indecision. His source had told him this mermaid was a fake, disguised with artifacts, and that killing her would secure his master's claim over Anfoya to the Succubus Emperor’s throne. But she was holding an Amplifying Conch!

The Amplifying Conch was a sacred relic of the merfolk, possessed by every mermaid. Other races could hardly get their hands on one—so where did hers come from? The volume, clarity, and echoing resonance unmistakably proved it was the real deal!

In combat, a moment's hesitation could mean the difference between victory and defeat. During that brief moment of indecision, the Succubus Emperor, deeply concerned about interracial relations, had already rushed over with the clan elders in tow.

The two epic-level succubi sensed the danger and immediately retreated, vanishing from the courtyard in blurs of motion. Several figures from the distance gave chase just as quickly.

Hua Diao’s racing heart finally calmed. She surveyed the courtyard—now a war-torn wasteland. Broken walls, scattered debris, severed limbs, corpses, and the groans of the severely wounded painted a grim picture. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground in gruesome splatters, a stark testament to the brutal battle that had just unfolded.

Dylan’s handsome face was pale from blood loss. Clutching the gaping wound on his shoulder, he frowned and asked through gritted teeth, "Should we pursue them?"

Anfoya, trembling as she supported him, shook her head with a grim expression. "No."

What good would it do even if they caught up? They were no match for them. Deploying epic-level succubi against her—which of her royal brothers was behind this? If not for the mermaid’s timely intervention, she might not have survived the night.

"Pfft—"

Dylan suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body going limp in her arms.

Anfoya’s mind buzzed with panic. Instinctively, she caught him, sinking to her knees as she cradled him. Her face pale with fear as she cried out frantically, "Dylan! Dylan! How are you?!"

Dylan lay in her embrace, blood trickling from the corner of his lips down his sharp jawline, over his throat, and collecting in the hollow of his collarbone before disappearing beneath his torn clothes. His pallid face was almost ethereal, the stark contrast between the crimson blood and his porcelain skin making his striking beauty all the more apparent—like some tragic, ethereal prince from a fairy tale.

Hua Diao, her legs still shaky from the epic-level succubus’s intimidation, stumbled over and took in the scene. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. *Damn, he’s absolutely breathtaking! He doesn't even have to try—just looking at him makes you want to protect him!*

She urgently signaled with her eyes: *Now! Now’s the perfect chance! Ask her now! You’ll never get a better opportunity!*

Dylan caught her meaning, his pale cheeks flushing despite his injuries. His eyes darted nervously toward Anfoya.

Anfoya, who had been fretting over his wounds, noticed his strange behavior. Pressing her lips together, she instinctively turned to see where he was looking—and stiffened when she spotted Hua Diao. Memories of their earlier closeness resurfaced, and a sharp pang shot through her chest.

*Had Dylan switched his affections to the mermaid instead?*

Just as her thoughts spiraled, Dylan’s voice, quiet but heartfelt, reached her ears. "Your Highness… will you accept my Succubus Love Thread?"

Among the succubi, gifting one’s Love Thread upon adulthood symbolized love.

Under Hua Diao’s tutelage, Dylan had learned plenty of romantic, even cheesy, confession lines. But faced with Anfoya, all his carefully prepared words fled his mind. Nervous, he could only fall back on the most instinctive, heartfelt phrase of his kind: *"Will you accept my Succubus Love Thread?"*

Anfoya froze, her violet eyes widening in shock. *He… hadn’t fallen for someone else?*

A spark of joy flared in her heart, but her lips parted without sound. Dylan, still cradled in her arms, grew more nervous by the second. If not for Hua Diao’s advice to play up his injuries and earn her sympathy, he might’ve jumped up in agitation by now.

Hua Diao, the self-appointed "matchmaker," was equally impatient. *Just say yes or no! Why aren't you saying anything?!*

Unable to hold back, she blurted out, "Anfoya, hurry, say yes! Dylan’s completely devoted to you! He’s been attending love story sessions every single day, listening without blinking just to prepare for this confession! He even asked me for advice! He’s gone all out for you! A guard and a princess—they're perfect for each other! He’s your most loyal supporter! You won't regret choosing him—!"

She rambled on, listing all of Dylan’s virtues, until in her urgency, she even slipped up: "If you don’t want him, I’ll take him!" That finally snapped Anfoya out of her daze, solidifying her resolve.

"I will. I accept."

"But my partner must form a life-bond with me. From then on, he’ll belong solely to me," Anfoya announced with finality.

Clearly, Anfoya had also been frequenting those "eternal love" story sessions. Unlike most succubi, who saw romance as casual flings, she had come to believe that true, undying love was the ultimate form of devotion—and the emotional energy harvested from such bonds far surpassed ordinary flings. She refused to let Dylan drift away, whether for political reasons or personal whims. He would be hers alone.

Both Dylan and Hua Diao gaped at her. They hadn’t expected *this* turn of events!

Their original plan had only involved getting Anfoya to accept Dylan’s confession. The idea of a lifelong bond—something rarely undertaken lightly among succubi—hadn’t even crossed their minds. They planned to take things slow after securing her agreement.

But now that Anfoya had proposed it herself? There was no reason to hesitate!

Overjoyed, Dylan immediately agreed, then—ignoring his injuries—pulled Anfoya into a tight embrace, shooting Hua Diao a grateful look.

Unaware of the unseen influence of He Feng and Shen Yuelian’s romantic tales, Hua Diao grinned excitedly, not overanalyzing the situation. All she knew was that her third mission was about to be completed—her lucky streak was working its magic again!