[Your SSS Ranked Skill: Alluring Charm has been upgraded]
[Your S Ranked Skill: Walker of Worlds has been upgraded]
[Further update upon completion of evolution ritual..]
As Vincent, now disguised as the young hero, walked through the forest, he looked at a holographic screen in front of him detailing several boons he had recently received.
9 demon hunters.
That was what he needed to evolve, however a demon hunter was a hard thing to nurture, it demanded a lot of resources. Thankfully the kingdom had those resources and was ready to expend them to kill him.
[You received a relic]
To the side of the screen, Vincent saw a tap notification and an addition to his otherwise empty inventory.
"Yeah, I remember this," summoning the relic, he smiled.
It was gotten when he killed the demon hunter not long ago and was in the shape of a long chain.
[Chain of Binding Vows: This weapon was made under the gaze of the Law Gods, inscribed with a myriad of runes that create the effect of binding the soul to oaths, compelling and other templates. It heeds the will of the user in its entirety and moves like a second limb]
Looking at the chain, Vincent smiled. He used to own a lot of treasures. Unfortunately, over time they were destroyed in battle.
However, he didn't feel bad about it. Renewing his arsenal would be quite an enjoyable thing.
Soon he entered a small town on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Valor's capital. Through the forest, his Walker of Worlds skill allowed him to move through land like wind.
'This is the boy's hometown…'
Vincent thought, looking around at the small town and its occupants. He had absorbed the young man's memories also, not just his face. Soon enough they recognized him and a bounty of cheers erupted from the crowd.
"It's Sir Leon!!"
"Gracious me, isn't he supposed to be fighting the Demon Lord? Did he win?"
"He looks fine to me, maybe he didn't go?"
The crowd whispered and some laid praise as he walked by towards the town's only tavern. Without paying much mind, he walked straight in and towards the counter.
"Uncle Winslow, is my mother in?" he asked the attendant who seemed to have not noticed him yet.
"Ah? Master Leon, you've come back so quickly?!! Your mother will be thrilled." The attendant was an old man with grey hair and eyes filled with wisdom. He had seen this world enough and knew that a simple lifestyle was the best lifestyle.
"I'm thrilled to be home too." Blushing happily, Leon smiled, an air of heroism bathed him. Most people in the town knew of him.
The country bumpkin that became a demon hunter, the one chosen by the queen to slay the Demon Lord in the Tower of Corruption.
Him being here now meant that he had either succeeded or hadn't gone up and faced that dreaded demon.
"She's upstairs, settling some account books, I can go get her for you." The attendant tried to help, but Leon simply shook his head.
"I'll go meet her myself," he said, then left for the stairs.
Several seconds later.
Click.
The door to a small room opened up and Leon walked in on a woman in her thirties wearing a tight gown that revealed her curves and a woolly jacket on her back.
"Hm?" Noticing the new arrival, she looked away from her books and frowned seeing the figure in front of her.
"Good morning, Mother." Leon bowed slightly, looking at the woman in front of him. From the memories he stole he could tell this was Leon, the demon hunter's mother.
She herself was a reject from the demon hunter program that had settled in this village to have a simple life. She had given birth to the boy after having a one night stand with a wanderer.
'Very high libido indeed, no wonder the boy could become a demon hunter.'
"Sit." The mother didn't seem moved, rather she pointed at the chair in front of her in a calm voice.
Seeing this, Leon complied, his gaze remaining locked on her the entire time.
"If you'll do me one favour… I'd appreciate it." She herself dropped her glasses on the table and sighed.
"How did he die?" she asked without hesitation.
She was a mother, of course she knew the person standing before her wasn't her son. He could copy his face and voice but not who he was fundamentally.
Of course, Vincent knew this too.
Suddenly chains sprang up from beneath the chair she sat on and coiled under her gown, wrapped around her thighs and hands, binding her.
"As expected from a demon hunter, you smelt me from a mile away." Vincent stood up from his chair and walked towards Leon's mother.
"Why did you stay then? Was it because you wanted to know how I brutally killed your son? Is that more worth it than your life? Or is it because of the rumors? Demons of lust like myself…" he leaned towards her and grabbed her chin, pulling her up to her feet, her chest pressed against him.
"Did you want to know how powerful a lust demon truly is?" he muttered, his hot breath rolling down her skin.
Demon hunters were inherently sexual, they tried to hide it, it was an innate craving they had, it was a key part of the biology that allowed them to walk on this path. They couldn't control it, it was born with them.
That made it so that him, as a lust demon, was their worst nightmare or their biggest fantasy. This was why the queen decided to send a man this time because she noticed the pattern.
"I can already feel your body being aroused" Grabbing her hair gently, Vincent bent Leon's mother over her office counter and rubbed her back.
"Let me recount how I killed your weakling of a son," Vincent muttered, an evil look on his face.