Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 87: I Have Raised Them Well! [Bonus]

[Part 5/10 of castle mass release!]

The moment Creed and his summons settled into the hoodless shuttle, the wind rushed past them, carrying the refreshing scent of clean air, exotic flowers, and the distant hint of sizzling food from street vendors.

Lucas, their ever-cheerful tour guide, sat at the front, his voice smooth and practiced as he began pointing out various unique spots and scenic locations scattered throughout Azure Sky Bastion.

"This right here," Lucas gestured towards a towering, crystal-blue monument, "is the Collie Blue Memorial, one of the last remaining historical landmarks from Old Earth before the apocalypse."

The monument stood tall and regal, its polished blue surface shimmering beneath the artificial sky, a testament to history that most people had long forgotten.

Creed’s eyes narrowed.

He knew this place.

He had seen it before. Not in pictures. Not in books. But in his own past life.

For the first time in a long while, that lingering question—the one that had been nagging at the back of his mind ever since he woke up in this world—resurfaced with full force.

Had he truly just jumped into the future after dying? Or had he transmigrated into an entirely different version of Earth?

The mere thought of it sent a strange shiver down his spine. But there was no answer.

And there would be no way of knowing unless he somehow managed to uncover the secrets behind how he got here in the first place.

For now, though...

His stomach grumbled. Loudly.

And just like that, his existential crisis was immediately put on hold.

Because at that moment, the shuttle passed by a simple yet beautiful restaurant, its design modest.

It was a two-story building, its walls made of smooth, polished wood, with delicate golden lanterns hanging from the eaves, giving it a warm, inviting glow.

The scent—oh, the scent—was enough to make Creed feel like he had ascended to some kind of higher plane of existence.

It was smoky, rich, with just the right amount of char, mixed with the unmistakable aroma of butter, garlic, and perfectly seasoned meat.

Lucas, their guide, didn’t even need to say anything. Creed was already staring at the restaurant like a man possessed.

Still, Lucas chuckled and said, "This is ’Grill Haven.’ People travel across bastions just to try their steak.

It’s said that their chef has mastered over a hundred different techniques just to perfect the searing process."

Creed’s entire world stopped.

His eyes gleamed. His soul burned. His stomach protested.

"This is it," Creed declared, his voice filled with unwavering determination. "This is my true calling."

Lilith, sitting beside him, tilted her head. "Your calling is eating?"

Creed nodded solemnly. "It has always been. Since the dawn of my life."

Tierra sighed but smiled knowingly. She had seen this look before. The moment Creed got excited about something, he was unstoppable.

Before Lucas could even react, Creed had already stood up. "I’m stopping here. I need this in my life."

Lucas didn’t even argue. He just smiled, stopped the shuttle, and gestured towards the entrance. "Go on, then."

Without hesitation, Creed marched forward, his summons following behind, while Lucas casually parked the shuttle and decided to tag along.

Inside Grill Haven

The moment they stepped in, Creed was hit by a wave of sheer bliss. The interior was simple, but elegant.

Dark wooden floors, low-hanging lanterns, and an open kitchen where flames could be seen dancing under the masterful hands of the chefs.

The sizzling of meat on searing-hot pans mixed with the occasional flare of fire was like music to his ears.

Creed took a deep breath, inhaling all of it.

He was home!

A smiling waitress approached them, her eyes twinkling with amusement at Creed’s intense expression. "Table for four?"

"Table for my soul," Creed corrected, placing a hand over his chest.

Lilith giggled. Tierra rolled her eyes but was clearly amused. Lucas just grinned.

"Right this way," the waitress said, leading them to a comfortable booth near the kitchen, where they could watch the chefs at work.

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Creed grabbed the menu and immediately scrolled down to the steak section.

Then, he froze.

Because the moment he saw the names of the steaks and their insane prices, he realized something.

This was not just any steakhouse. There were no basic ’sirloin’ or ’ribeye’ options.

Instead, the menu had things like:

Emperor’s Flame Steak – 3,500 credits (Sourced from beasts hunted in active volcanic regions, cooked over dragonfire-infused coals.)

Celestial Butter Wagyu – 3,200 credits (A5 Wagyu marinated in celestial herbs, seared to a divine crisp.)

Void Beast Tenderloin – 8,000 credits (A cut so tender it melts upon contact with heat. Aged in spatial distortion chambers.)

Creed started sweating. His hands trembled and he looked at the prices again.

Then he looked at the steak descriptions.

Then back at the prices. Then back at the steak descriptions.

He was in a crisis.

Because everything looked so perfect. But everything was also stupidly expensive!

Lucas leaned over. "Having second thoughts?"

Creed gritted his teeth. "Never."

And then, like a man making a life-altering decision, Creed took the plunge.

"I want the best dish you have," Creed said, his voice strong, unwavering. "And I want a lot of it."

The waitress raised a brow. "How much is ’a lot’?"

Creed thought about it for a second. Then he narrowed his eyes. "Enough to make you question my financial decisions."

Tierra sighed. "That’s literally every meal for you."

Creed ignored her. The waitress chuckled, wrote down the order, and disappeared into the kitchen.

And now, all they had to do was wait.

Fifteen minutes later, the moment finally arrived.

The moment the food arrived, Creed felt his soul leave his body. The table was completely covered in a glorious, heavenly assortment of steaks, each dish more beautiful than the last.

The scents blended together into a mouthwatering, smoky symphony, filling the air with the rich aroma of charred perfection, sizzling butter, and exotic spices.

His hands trembled. His eyes glistened. He could hear an orchestra playing in his head.

The first plate held a thick, Emperor’s Flame Steak, still sizzling faintly, a result of being cooked over dragonfire-infused coals.

The edges were perfectly charred, the inside gleaming a deep ruby-red, and a single slice made the juices run like molten gold.

The second dish featured Celestial Butter Wagyu, so insanely marbled that it looked almost too perfect to eat.

A small container of truffle-infused butter was placed beside it, meant to be spread over the steak, melting instantly from the heat.

Then there was the Void Beast Tenderloin, aged in a spatial distortion chamber that supposedly enhanced the molecular structure of the meat.

It was pure luxury, soft enough to cut with just a spoon.

Next to it was a dish Creed had never even heard of before—Phantom Bison Ribeye, a steak that shimmered faintly with an ethereal glow, having been harvested from a dimensional beast that only appeared on full-moon nights.

The side dishes? Heavenly. Garlic-butter mashed potatoes with just the right amount of creaminess.

Crispy herb-roasted potatoes that were golden brown on the outside and soft on the inside.

Grilled asparagus glazed in honey soy sauce. And don’t even get him started on the buttery, flaky rolls that came with the meal, steaming hot and ready to be devoured.

Creed gulped. ’Where do I even start?’

His brain short-circuited. His hands hovered over different steaks, unable to decide. This was the ultimate dilemma—the paradox of choice.

He had never been so blessed and so cursed at the same time.

Lilith, watching him, smirked. "Are you just gonna stare at it, or are you gonna eat?"

Creed snapped out of his trance.

"Right. Right. Of course."

And then, with the precision of a seasoned warrior, he plunged his fork into the Emperor’s Flame Steak, sliced a generous piece, and popped it into his mouth. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Instantly, his eyes widened.

The flavors exploded in his mouth like a perfectly executed symphony; a balance of smoky, savory, slightly spicy, and unbelievably rich.

The juices coated his tongue, the outer char added a delightful crunch, and the insanely tender meat practically melted away before he could even chew.

He had never tasted perfection before.

But now? Now, he knew what heaven felt like.

Creed let out an unintended, deep, satisfied groan.

Lucas, the guide, raised an eyebrow. "Uh, you good?"

Creed nodded solemnly. "I have been enlightened."

He didn’t stop. He moved to the Celestial Butter Wagyu, spreading a generous amount of truffle butter over it before taking a bite.

It was soft.

So soft.

It felt like it melted the moment it hit his tongue, flooding his senses with an insane richness that had him gripping the table for support.

Lilith and Tierra stared at him as he continued his journey through the divine landscape of steak. Lucas, now intrigued, picked up his fork and started eating as well.

And then, in the midst of his absolute bliss, Creed noticed something; Lilith and Tierra hadn’t touched their food.

He paused mid-bite, fork still halfway to his mouth.

"Wait a second... why aren’t you two eating?"

Lilith shrugged. "Not interested."

Tierra nodded. "We’re fine."

Creed stared at them, back at the literal feast in front of them, then back at them again.

"...Wait." His brain clicked. "Don’t tell me you guys actually can’t eat anything other than, uh... you know..."

Lilith blinked. Tierra tilted her head.

Creed gulped. "Like, is your entire diet just... that?"

Lilith smirked. "You thinking about it?"

Creed choked on air. "That’s not the point!"

He placed his hands on the table. "You’re telling me—you, my summons, my partners—who are supposed to experience the world with me have never even eaten a proper meal?"

Tierra shrugged. "We don’t need it."

Creed stared at them like they had just committed a crime. "Unacceptable."

Lilith chuckled. "Why do you care?"

"Because this is STEAK," Creed said, dead serious. "And you do not just ignore STEAK."

Tierra sighed. "We’re not interested."

"You haven’t even tried it!"

Lilith smirked. "And?"

Creed narrowed his eyes. "Try. It. Now."

Lilith snickered. "Make me."

And then, before she could react, Creed stabbed a forkful of wagyu, grabbed her chin, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Lilith’s eyes widened. For a moment, everything was silent. Then, her pupils dilated.

She froze.

Creed smirked. "Oh? What’s wrong, Lilith? Not interested?"

Lilith swallowed. Her hands trembled. "W-what... what is this...?" she whispered.

Tierra, suspicious, took a small bite herself. Her eyes glowed.

Creed laughed. "Welcome to the real world, ladies."

And just like that, the two succubi descended into madness.

They began eating like starved beasts, shoveling steak into their mouths like it was the greatest discovery of their lives.

Lucas watched in horror.

Because while he and Creed had stopped eating, full and satisfied, Lilith and Tierra were still going.

Then they started competing.

Lilith: ’I can eat more than you.’

Tierra: ’Oh? Watch me.’

Creed, watching the chaos, broke into cold sweat.

This... this was not normal.

For the next twenty minutes, he watched in disbelief as the two succubi wiped out every plate on the table.

Then, they ordered seconds!

Lucas looked at Creed. "...Are they okay?"

Creed, staring at them, sighed. "No. They’re monsters."

Finally, after another round of destruction, Lilith and Tierra leaned back, satisfied.

Lilith patted her stomach. "That was amazing."

Tierra nodded. "I regret nothing."

Creed wiped an invisible tear. "I have raised them well."

Lucas, still recovering from the shock, just shook his head.

The bill came. Creed paid up without hesitation, even though his wallet was now slightly lighter.

And with that, they left the restaurant and stepped into the shuttle, fully satisfied, completely victorious, and slightly terrified of what had just happened.