I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 141: Suspicion and Scent

Isaac was still seated at the root-carved reading bench, quietly flipping through another volume when he heard it.

Footsteps.

Precise.

Irritated.

Approaching fast.

He didn't look up. He didn't need to.

A few seconds later, Sylvalen rounded the shelf with her arms crossed, jaw set tight, and eyes narrowed with a tension that had no clear target—yet.

"I knew it," she said immediately.

Isaac blinked once and turned a page. "Knew what?"

Her eyes scanned him. Then the bench. Then the books.

Nothing looked out of place. No enemies. No enchantments. No broken seals or floating runes.

And that made her more suspicious.

"I don't know what," she admitted sharply. "But my instincts flared like wildfire twenty minutes ago, and they haven't calmed since."

Isaac finally glanced up at her.

She was flushed—not with embarrassment, but the kind of frustrated intuition only noble women and trained warriors seemed to suffer.

"And you think… that's my fault?"

She stepped closer, leaning across the desk. "You're the only anomaly in this part of the tree, and I know something happened."

Isaac exhaled slowly. "I was reading. Quietly. Respectfully. No world-breaking this time."

Sylvalen sniffed the air.

Literally.

Her eyes narrowed.

"…You smell like flowers."

Isaac frowned. "What?"

"Like honeysuckle. And silk."

He looked down at himself. Then gave a short shrug. "Maybe the archive was enchanted?"

She kept squinting, clearly unconvinced. "Or maybe you were enchanted."

Before Isaac could answer, another voice chimed in casually from around the corner.

"Ohoho~ Someone got seduced~"

Lira sauntered into view, arms behind her head and a grin far too wide to be innocent.

Sylvalen turned slowly. "This isn't funny."

"It's a little funny," Lira said. "He's sitting here reading ancient records like a perfect academic, and you storm in like he got caught cheating with a dryad."

Isaac didn't move. "I didn't do anything."

Sylvalen ignored him. "He's definitely hiding something. Look at his face."

Lira leaned over the desk, peered at him, then sniffed him too—blatantly.

Isaac leaned back.

"…Are both of you scent-checking me now?"

Lira grinned. "Just making sure you're not cursed with Succubus Musk."

Sylvalen's face twitched.

"Succubus…" she repeated under her breath.

And then her pupils dilated slightly.

She stepped back. "You were visited."

Isaac remained calm. "Define visited."

"By a succubus," she said flatly.

"Technically—" Isaac began.

"Technically?" Sylvalen echoed, voice rising half an octave.

Lira clapped her hands. "Oh, this is getting good."

Isaac sighed, closing the book.

"She didn't do anything. She showed up. Talked. Left. No blood. No binding. No contracts. Just… flirtation."

Sylvalen folded her arms again. "So you're saying a Great Demon of Lust appeared, made herself comfortable, and you had a nice chat about feelings and philosophy?"

He shrugged. "Roughly, yes."

Lira tilted her head. "Did she offer to marry you?"

"Yes."

Sylvalen's eye twitched.

Isaac quickly added, "I said no."

Pause.

"…Eventually."

Sylvalen turned, storming a few paces away, muttering something that sounded like "If he smells like roses and betrayal again, I swear…"

Lira slid into the seat across from Isaac, chin in her hand, grinning lazily.

"She was pretty, wasn't she?"

Isaac stared blankly at her. "Are you enjoying this?"

"Oh, immensely."

Sylvalen returned, scowling. "Next time a demon queen tries to seduce you, could you at least alert someone?"

Isaac raised a brow. "What would you have done? Stormed in with a spear?"

Sylvalen didn't answer.

Because the answer was yes.

And she knew it.

They sat there in awkward silence for a long moment before Lira cheerfully broke it.

"So… when do we get to meet your demonic admirer?"

Isaac pinched the bridge of his nose.