Reincarnated as a Princess's Pet: With Trash Stats, but SSS-Rank Skill-Chapter 106: The Two-Headed Succubus

The room was completely silent.

A heavy silence.

No one spoke at first. Because they were all staring at the same thing.

The stretcher. And what lay on it.

"...Shit..." Max muttered under his breath.

The figure was not something anyone could easily ignore.

A figure with two heads, four arms, and a single body... held together by magic, bandages... and desperation.

Abel scratched his head, leaving an even darker smear of soot behind.

"...Uh..."

He forced an awkward smile.

"...Sorry about how it turned out."

He shrugged slightly.

"...It didn’t... exactly go the way I expected, I know."

Dorian stepped forward, observing carefully.

"...It wasn’t entirely your fault, don’t worry."

His tone was serious.

"...Body reconstruction and resurrection magic is extremely complex, especially for an amateur."

He paused briefly.

"...And besides... it’s forbidden."

Abel raised an eyebrow.

"...I hope you’re not thinking about reporting me, then."

Dorian glanced at him sideways.

And then...

His eyes shifted for a second toward Lamia.

Then back to Abel.

"...I’ll think about it, but don’t assume I wouldn’t."

His tone was dry. And his gaze... not exactly friendly.

Abel blinked.

"...Okay, I’ll keep that in mind..."

Abby stepped forward, worried.

"...Are they at least alive?"

Abel nodded.

"...I can assure you they’re breathing."

He pointed at the creature’s chest.

"...And their hearts are beating... in sync."

He frowned slightly.

"...But they haven’t woken up yet."

Max walked forward slowly. He approached the stretcher. Observed the faces, the marks, the imperfect seams.

’...Maybe...’ he thought.

’...Maybe the quest failed because...’

His eyes narrowed.

’...Maybe I didn’t save both of them...’

He leaned in closer, curious.

But he got too close.

And then—

GRAB!

One of the arms moved suddenly. Straight to his neck, lifting him off the ground.

"—WHAT—?!"

Max was raised slightly into the air, held tightly.

One of the heads snapped its eyes open. Glassy. Unstable.

And it started speaking. A strange murmur, distorted.

A language... that wasn’t really a language.

’...What...?’

Max frowned as he struck at the hand holding him, trying to break free.

’...I don’t understand any of this...’

His expression shifted.

’...That’s weird...’

He clenched his teeth.

’...I should be able to understand any language thanks to the book I consumed when I arrived in this world...’

He struggled.

’...What the hell is it saying?!’

Neros already had his sword half-drawn.

"...Max, want me to cut the arm off?"

"DON’T YOU DARE!"

"DON’T TOUCH HER!"

Dorian and Abel spoke at the same time.

Neros froze instantly before moving his weapon any further.

"...Okaay..."

He lowered his sword.

"...Sorry about that."

Sophie didn’t hesitate. She pulled out a seal, activated it, and threw it straight at the succubus’s arm.

CRACK.

A surge of electricity ran through the arm. The creature released Max immediately.

And Max—

—BZTT—

"...—AH—!"

He hit the ground, trembling. His hair completely standing on end. Rounded. Like an afro.

Silence.

Max raised a thumb, still with a bit of smoke coming off his head.

"...Thanks, Sophie..."

His voice shook.

Sophie smiled.

"...No problem."

Abel was already checking the body. Touching, observing, making sure it hadn’t been further damaged by the shock.

"...Hmm... doesn’t seem to be any additional damage..."

Max stood up as best as he could.

"...That thing..."

He pointed at one of the heads.

"...It wasn’t speaking any language from this world."

Abel sighed.

Without saying anything, he opened its mouth. It was empty. Dark.

"...This head doesn’t have a tongue."

Silence fell again.

"...I couldn’t find enough material..." he muttered.

"...In the ashes."

Dorian crossed his arms.

"...That explains quite a lot."

He leaned slightly forward.

"...Parts were lost."

He looked at the body.

"...And with what little remained..."

He shrugged.

"...You had to create... this."

He paused.

"...A sexy monster."

Abby turned her head to look at him.

"...You really are quite the pervert, bold elf."

Dorian turned red instantly.

"I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!"

He covered his face with one hand.

"...I mean... yeah... but not like that..."

Abel sighed.

"...He’s not wrong, though."

Max pointed at the stretcher.

"...Then why did one head wake up and not the other?"

"It was a muscle spasm."

"An involuntary response."

Dorian and Abel answered at the same time.

Max looked at them.

"...Right..."

Lamia spoke from behind. Cold.

"...It would’ve been better to leave them as ashes."

The silence tightened.

Max looked at her.

"...That was pretty cruel, Lamia."

His tone dropped slightly.

"...They were your daughter’s friends."

Abel closed his eyes for a moment.

"...My wife is right."

He opened them again. Tired.

"...Right now, they’re a body that seems to be suffering far more."

Abby pressed her lips together. Then looked at Sophie.

"...We should take Moon to the hot springs."

Sophie nodded.

"...Yeah, sounds good."

Moon lifted her head slightly.

"...I’m fine, I want to see..."

But it was too late. Abby and Sophie had already lifted her.

"...Come on."

"...We need to rest."

They took her with them.

The door closed. The atmosphere grew heavier. More serious.

Abel took a deep breath.

"...There’s another problem."

He pointed around the room.

"...That explosion you heard..."

He looked at his hands.

"...I was testing ways to..."

He hesitated.

"...End their suffering."

Silence.

"...But as you can see..."

He gestured toward the stretcher.

"...They’re still intact."

Dorian stepped forward. His expression changed. Determined.

"...Then I’ll show you something."

He looked at Abel.

"...That there’s still another option."

He moved closer to the stretcher.

"...I can save them."

Abel frowned.

Dorian raised a hand.

"...I don’t promise perfection."

"...But I do promise... a life worth living."

He turned his head and looked at Max, seeking approval.

Max held his gaze for a few seconds. Then nodded.

"...Do it."

He crossed his arms.

"...We’re not in a hurry."

Dorian took a deep breath and gave a faint smile.

"...Then..."

He rolled up his sleeves. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"...I’ll get to work."

Without looking back—

"...You guys go rest. I’ll handle this."

Abel watched him.

And then...

He stepped beside him.

"...I’m not letting you do this alone."

Dorian nodded.

The room fell silent again. But it wasn’t the same silence anymore.

Now...

It was the silence before trying to save a life.