Chapter 34: The Fairy Queen
"W-Wait! She's one of the good ones!" A deep voice shouted.
"One of the good ones? What do you mean by that?" A female one countered.
"Like, a good succubus!"
"Oh, so you just assume all the other succubi are bad, huh?"
"...Well, it sounds rather rude if you say it like that, but yes. We're at war!"
I strode towards the collection of four women and two men, watching as Thrain tried to explain his rather racist verbiage as he stopped Baldrek from attacking the succubi.
Only roughly half an hour had passed since I took care of the two Flame Dragons and Princesses, and I had spent that short time essentially just wandering around the battlefield.
Most of the remaining succubi and fairies fighting had been willing to surrender once I showed them their Queen's unconscious body, which I was carrying around as Velrissa was tossed over my shoulder. Those that didn't were a small stat boost.
Besides that, I had been spamming [Devour] - as the entire battlefield was full of bloodied corpses. I felt a bit bad eating the dwarven and cyclops' bodies in front of the other still surviving soldiers, so I made a point to only consume those that were destroyed beyond recognition and were out of sight of any other soldiers.
Considering the extreme amount of casualties, even that smaller number was more than enough to get the skills from them and level up those skills a fair bit. And so, from a combination of skills and stats gained from the dead soldiers, I had become stronger.
The first skill I had achieved from the dwarves was [Smithing], which was just about what you'd expect it to be.