Succubi Chapter 221. Special Mission
Succubi Chapter 221. Special Mission
The closer I got to the teleportation wing, the quieter the academy became. Teleportation wasn’t casual magic. It had rules, risks, regulations, and enough safety protocols to make even reckless students act slightly less stupid.
Slightly.
The hallway outside the teleportation rooms glowed with circular sigils on the floor, each room marked by a number above arched doors.
Room 7 waited near the end.
A staff member stood outside holding a clipboard.
He looked up as I approached. “Evan Drakos?”
“That’s me.”
He checked the list. “Special request deployment. Solo.”
“Yeah.”
“You understand mission details will be provided after arrival?”
“I understand.”
“You understand emergency recall remains active but may be disrupted under certain environmental conditions?”
I deadpanned. “Why does everyone keep adding that second part like it’s seasoning?”
The staff didn’t react.
Professional. Boring. Terrifying.
“Step inside.”
I rolled my shoulders and entered the room.
The teleportation circle inside was already active, lines glowing pale blue against dark stone. A return crystal floated above a small pedestal at the center, waiting for me.
I stepped forward and took it.
The crystal warmed against my palm.
[Return Crystal Linked]
[Emergency Recall Bracelet Synced]
[Mission Tracking Active]
The staff stood near the control panel. “Ready?”
Was I?
I breathed in. Then smiled. “Ready.”
The circle flared.
Light swallowed the room.
And I disappeared.
Teleportation never got comfortable.
I didn’t care how many times the academy staff acted like it was normal. It wasn’t normal. One second I stood inside a reinforced teleportation room with glowing runes under my boots and a staff member watching me like he was already mentally preparing my incident report, and the next second my body got stretched through space like some invisible hand decided I was dough.
Light collapsed.
Air snapped.
My stomach performed one illegal backflip.
Then my boots touched ground.
I appeared in Brimwood Village again.
Well.
I thought it was Brimwood Village.
Same cold rural air. Same faint smell of wet grass, woodsmoke, and distant trees. Same quiet night where every sound felt a little too clear. Somewhere far away, an owl cried once, and my entire body immediately remembered last night’s sexy ghost nonsense with the kind of vivid trauma only young men and cursed missions could produce.
But this wasn’t the same landing point.
Yesterday, the academy dropped me near the forest. Northern edge. Close enough to see village lights flickering in the distance and close enough for Spectral Crawlers to start moaning distress calls like they got rejected from a horror play and wandered into adult theater by accident.
This place?
Different.
I stood on a stone road outside the main village boundary, facing a massive gate.
Not a normal village gate.
This gate had wealth.
Heavy black metal, elegant curves, sharp spear-like tips, and decorative gold lines running through it like the owner wanted every visitor to understand one thing before entering ‘Why are you here, peasant?’
I stared at it.
The gate stared back.
We had a silent class conflict for three seconds.
Behind the gate stretched a wide yard, too perfectly maintained to belong to ordinary village life. The grass looked trimmed by professional servants or possibly enslaved elves with trauma. Stone lanterns lined the pathway, glowing with soft mana light. Beyond that, at the end of the long drive, stood a mansion.
A real mansion.
Dark roof. Tall windows. White walls. Balconies. Pillars. The kind of place where someone didn’t just live, they ruled politely.
It screamed wealth.
But not friendly wealth like Felix’s “my family probably owns a library wing” energy.
This was different.
This mansion gave mafia secret headquarters.
Like inside, there was either a ballroom, an indoor pool, an outdoor pool, a secret underground chamber, or all three because rich people loved architecture and crimes.
I slowly looked around.
“…Okay.”
[Mission Area Updated]
[Location: Brimwood Region (Private Estate)]
[Academy Tracking: Active]
[Emergency Recall Bracelet: Synced]
[Return Crystal: Available]
Okay… At least the system admitted this wasn’t just the village.
I checked the road behind me.
Empty.
A few distant village lights flickered far down the hill. Not close enough for immediate help. Very convenient if someone wanted privacy.
I looked back at the gate and started searching for a bell.
There had to be a bell, right?
Rich people loved bells. Or magic stones. Or unnecessarily dramatic door knockers shaped like lions. Maybe a servant appeared if you breathed wrong near the property line.
This requester clearly had wealth and authority. Academy staff said not everyone could submit secret missions. Power. Authority. Money.
This gate alone had money.
The owner probably sneezed into silk.
I stepped closer.
Before I even found a bell, the gate opened by itself.
The metal doors parted with a smooth motion, revealing the long stone path into the estate.
A man stood just inside.
Butler.
Black formal attire. White gloves. Silver hair combed neatly back. Face calm enough to intimidate weather. He had the posture of someone who could pour tea, hide a body, and correct your grammar in the same afternoon without wrinkling his jacket.
He bowed slightly. “Mr. Drakos?”
I kept my expression calm. Professional. Not internally yelling, ‘Oh my god, an actual butler!’
“Yes. That’s me.”
“We have been expecting your arrival.”
This was either a job briefing or I was about to become part of a romantic thriller with very expensive curtains.
“Please follow me.”
I nodded once. “Lead the way.”
He turned and began walking.
I followed.
The gate closed behind us.
The path stretched through the yard in a graceful curve, bordered by trimmed hedges and low flowerbeds. Mana lanterns glowed in the grass like captured stars. The air smelled faintly sweet here. Night flowers, wet stone, and some perfume-like scent drifting from the mansion itself.
My eyes moved everywhere.
Casual, but mapping.
Gate behind me. Tall walls on both sides. Trees near the eastern edge. Fountain halfway to the mansion. Two side paths. One toward what looked like a garden pavilion, one toward a carriage house. Windows on the mansion’s second floor. At least four possible observation points. Maybe servants inside. Maybe guards hidden.
I didn’t see visible guards.
That meant either there were none, or they were good.
Rich people with secret missions didn’t just trust gates.