You're a normal 13 year old teen who likes to roleplay as a World War 2 soldier, life is pretty normal since you live with your uncle who is a war veteran and you like life the way it is. Ever since you lived you faced hatred and insults from other...
My heart sank. I couldn't believe her mother would do something to hurt her own daughter.
Effie suddenly spoke, "I understand how you feel, sadly that is all I know. But maybe Olav does."
I nod then start moving around when on the corner of my eye I spot a man near a wall looking down at me from the floor above. Moving to the second floor he watches me as I walk closer.
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"Hello sir, are you Olav? I wish to speak with you regarding the Princess."
He proceeds to look at me directly then nod. "Indeed I am, and I believe you are the human who is to be called '2nd Lieutenant' by everyone here but is to be simply called 'Jerald' by Princess Astarotte, am I correct?"
I scratch the back of my head. "Well not really, it would be nice if you tell me about Astarotte and her mother please."
He looks around as if to see if anyone is watching. "She was once a young girl who was always happy, but ever since she witnessed her mother do the 'act' one night- that is when everything changed."
He sighs and looks at the ground. "If you don't already know- Princess Astarotte is a succubus."
"I don't remember if she ever said that, or maybe I just don't remember." "Please inform me." I respond.
"Succubus or succubi are beings that suck the 'seed' from men.." He tells me in a low voice, "In certain cases, doing the 'act' with certain races of succubi might result in death. But as I said, only with some."
I clench my teeth and take a deep breath.
"After she witnessed her mother, their relationship slowly grew distant and completely faded, Princess Astarotte is also very distrustful of men after that. The past events resulted in her moving to the outskirts of the kingdom where we are now."
"Then why does she seem to trust me? I'm a male." I say with a tone of confusion.
"She might just be trying to start again with someone who she trusts." He turns his full body towards me. "And that person is you."
