“Ohh? So you guys decided to come out?”

As the succubus fell limp on her knees in fear, twelve unclothed women with gloomy wood-colored skin showed themselves before Staas. They walked themselves out of the church’s wooden infrastructure.

“You have revealed yourself, All-father. It’ll be rude for us if we just kept sleeping inside this abandoned place of worship... dedicated to you for centuries.”

They’re the nymphs of Blackswamp, the dryads of this townlet. And judging from their beauty alone, it’s easy to tell that they are one of the older creatures of this world.

A difference between hamadryads and dryads is their ability to leave their trees. Hamadryads can only partially pull themselves out of their trees, showing a huge part of their body, yet still attached to it, while dryads, on the other hand, can walk out freely as long as it’s not far enough from the trees they’re bound to. And for these ladies, the limit is this entire townlet.

“Really?” Staas didn’t get why that wa