The few lucky mortals who had managed to make it through were all flushed and bent over, unable to resist.
Who could truly subdue such unparalleled enchanting charms?
Even if each of them was made of iron, not to mention wanting all seven fairies, even serving just one would overwhelm them.
The Spider Demons didn't even need to consume anything significant, merely feeding on the smaller things thrice a day was enough for them to grind an iron rod into a needle, gradually consuming them completely.
It truly was, "A beauty so fine, as tender as cream, her waist girdled with a sword cutting down mortal men. Though heads didn't fall before one's eyes, secretly she would drain one's marrow to dryness!"
At the fairy's side swarmed numerous insects with human heads, attending to her meticulously by massaging, pounding her back, and serving tea and water.
Not a single "incumbent son-in-law" was to be seen.
This seemed to corroborate the speculation to some degree.
