I Become Master of Danger Zones as Incubus With Mastery In Genetic

"Are you ready, Mina?" Alros asked the witch, who nodded at him. They both prepared for one of the most important yearly event of the Hex Duchy, the Alchemy Gala.

It is so noteworthy and important that the Venue is the castle of the Duke himself, showing how important the event is.

Both Mina and Alros knew the night will be memorable in more than one way.

Alros took another look at Mina, appreciating both her figures and the dress that emphasize it even more.

The witch wore a purple strapless dress, her shoulder revealed. The length of the dress reached her ankle, though her legs was shown by the slit on the dress, showing of her white slender legs to others.

Alros himself was not to shabby. He wore a black dress suit, one bought from a famous tailor. A matching white pants cause the clothes to clash but it seem to brought out the best of him, especially with the grey coat over the dress shirt.

At the very least, he charming, based on the look of the witches who looked seconds away from pouncing him.

Thankfully, they knew it was not the time to be horny, and is willing to be patient. Though they told him to be ready for tonight. The demon could not wait for the operation to be over.

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"Wow, it was much grander than I imagine," Mina exclaimed, showing of her excitement and wonder at the castle. If she did not know the true horror inside, the praise would been genuine but now, she forced herself to spat out words of acknowledgement.

"Truly are," Alros admitted as well, already calculating the best places to run in case thing went awry. After all, he could not wish for everything to go well. Even a best of plan could fail due to an unexpected event, and he will make sure it if happen, at the very least, he and the free witches would be able to escape unscathed.

"Let go to the main hall. I hope to see the Duke," he said, pulling the alchemist, who have trouble chasing after him with heels.

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"Welcome everyone, for the 100th Alchemy Gala of Hex Duchy," a man in golden dress shirt exclaimed, looking gaudy for Alros, though the others must have thought otherwise from the cheering of the people.

"To think, 100 years ago, this land was ran over by witches, who did despicable thing to the people who live here, and 100 years ago, my grandfather come in, swooping like a knight in shining armor, and save the land from the witches.

Today, we celebrate by acknowledging the people who cause our great Duchy to prosper, your alchemist!" the people, from nobles to common alchemist cheered as the Duke's word.

"I will not bother to keep you all with my long speech any longer. Let the Gala, begin," he tossed his arm to the air, as the musician began to play tunes, signalling the beginning of the Gala's festivities.

With the Gala's beginning, so is the plan.

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"Everyone ready?" Lisa asked. She is one of the best combat witches of the dominion, and for that, she will be leading the attack on one of the more heavily protected slave caravan.

"Yes, big sis Lisa," the witches under her said in union, earning a nod as she focused on her target. From afar, and at the center of the war room, Fiora could not help but sighed.

If it was one hundred years ago, while there is no bad blood among the witches, they will not treat each other like family, more like acquaintance. But with the Duchy pressing down on their back, they become closer, to protect and support one another like a big family.

"Well, we are like a big family now, especially with a single man as our lover," the plant witch said to herself, her face blushing at the memory of the talk she had with her fellow elder witches, who planned to reward the demon if the plan succeed.

As for the rewards, it depend on how successful they are. Though with the preparation the demon had made, Fiora believe it will succeed.

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For some reason, Alros suddenly wish for the night to go as smoothly as possible, with the mission being a total success. Seconds later, he pushed the thought to observe the people inside the hall.

He could see the nobles mingling with the alchemists as well as the commoners. Which surprise him as they seem to be no attempt to lord over one status. At least that is one thing the Duchy got right.

'To bad they still racist to other races and greedy to boot,' he thought before clinging his glass with Mina, the witch looking uncomfortable surrounded by other people.

He wanted to comfort her but knew it will give the wrong idea. Instead, get to her side, his presence slowly boosting her confidence.

The eyes of the alchemist wander before she spot an acquaintance of theirs. Stay updated with m-v le-mpyr

"Hello good sir," she greeted the alchemist who had unknowingly witnessed the start of the debauchery that happened in their store.

"Ah, miss Mina. It's nice to meet you," the alchemist returned the greeting, giving her a big smile.

"Would you like to discuss about alchemy?" he asked. The witch in disguise calmly nodded, following the other alchemist with Alros in tow.

Soon, the two find themselves between a lot of famous alchemists, many of them having connection with the nobles and the Duke himself.

"Ah, the rising star of the Capital," the Duke in his obnoxious golden suit walked towards them like a peacock showing of it's plumage.

"It is good you receive my invitation," the man exclaimed, as Mina gave him a big smile, even though she felt revolted, especially after seeing what happened to the witch.

"Of course. While I am new to the Duchy, I would be insane to turn down the invitation of the Duke himself," she answered calmly.

"Of course, of course. No one is stupid enough to decline my invite," Ryker could sense the rage behind his words.

"Well then, I would like to ask you a question," the man asked, his tone serious.

"How are you able to create potions so good?" while it may seem like an honest question, the demon and witch in disguise could tell the hidden meaning behind it.

'Are you, a witch?'

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