Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 489

Chapter 489: A Mother’s Advice!

Bal’Vak and Asura spent quite a long time discussing the future and their ideas together over orcish grog. At first, it seemed disgusting and poor quality; however, after drinking two barrels, Asura realised this was something special.

“Vak! You should totally add this to a trade deal with my kingdom… The knights and warriors would love it! Do you know how hard it is to find Ale that makes us warriors feel this buzz?!” Asura was slightly drunk and became rather talkative and bright.

“OH!!! Do you like it? I am glad that such a refined and handsome guy would like our crude grog! Gyhahahaha! To my son-in-law!”

“To Bal’Vak!” Asura shouted in return.

“Waaaaaaggg!”

Different from the men who were screaming, shouting and fighting in the western part of the village, that was bigger than a normal city in Silvara. The ladies were in the eastern area drinking a beautiful red drink similar to wine, but sweet and with a lower alcoholic level.

“So~ my lovely daughter, is that man the one you love? Ehehe~ my lovely daughter grew up so cute and wonderfully alone! Though my damn son abandoned me and said I was a disgusting woman… Mother is so sad!”

It surprised Spica that her mother could easily get drunk despite her immense magic power.

‘I can’t believe this is true. It’s so much to take in… However, he accepted everything… without any judgement or doubts.’

Spica’s eyes watched the back of Asura, who was now wrestling with her father, a man she struggled to understand. Her heart began to thud, watching Asura with his chest exposed, lifting her huge father in the air and slamming him down with such a bright smile.

Then the reverberating chants from the orcs saying his name with a strange accent… Yet, everything made her feel excited.

“Asu’ra! Asu’ra!”

“Ohoho~ my daughter is watching her beloved so intently!”

‘Mother?!’

“Mmm… he’s so handsome and sexy; when we first met, I tried to attack him, and he simply crushed me despite being weaker. Now he’s so far ahead that I fear he might vanish one day.”

‘Hmmm? My daughter…’

Maruna watched her daughter, her face totally changing as if the alcohol vanished. In truth, she was such a talented sorceress that the alcohol level in her blood meant nothing. She could control it by blinking, so when she noticed her daughter’s feelings, it made her snap out of her stupor.

‘I must help her tie the knot… this boy, he’s clearly interested, yet Spica is still a pure woman; my eyes can see her pure mana unpolluted by others. However, that makes no sense because he is also purer than anything I’ve ever seen, and Spica mentioned his many wives…’

Her mother couldn’t help but feel a sense of worry and concern for her eldest daughter, but she didn’t know where to start.

‘This boy, is he more than just a Lesser Abyssal Monarch?’

She looked in the small cot beside her and gazed at the lovely baby, its skin light green, with an angelic face and black hair like Spica.

“Ah… my lovely Miluna, one of my three miracles.”

“Miluna?” Spica turned to face her mother and saw the lovely little orc in her arms; she looked the same size as a normal three-year-old. ‘She’s so cute… I love her pretty face and light green skin so much; she’s like a little flower!’

“Fufufu~ this girl is your little sister. Do you want to hold her? She can sleep like a log while those idiots are so loud, so don’t worry about waking her.”

“Yes, please,” Spica responded timidly.

“She has so much talent! But, I’m sorry, Spica, we sent you out of the village to protect you. I wanted you to meet our people sooner, but maybe back then, I just didn’t have the confidence to endure it. Thanks to your father, although I can never make it up to you and your brother. I really want to try.”

Spica’s hands held the heavy little girl, a slight snore coming from her lovely lips, with two tiny fangs on either side, as she wrapped around her sister’s arm. ‘Ah… this girl is making my heart explode with cuteness…’

“Mother, you don’t need to, although life was harsh. Without leaving, how could I meet the princess… and him.” Her gaze once again lingered on Asura, who was downing another barrel of grog while the orcs jeered and cheered his name again. ‘My dear beloved, why are you more orc than the orcs themselves… My eyes must be tinted in your colour because even your stupidity is making me want to throw you down!’

“You’ve totally fallen for that boy, haven’t you?” Maruna sighed helplessly, seeing her daughter’s face filled with desire and longing. ‘Perhaps this will not be easy, even though I struggled with my idiot husband, but that man is too handsome! Fufufu. I want to see my cute grandchildren.’ She then seemed to think of something and tapped her hand.

“Oh! Spica… would you be interested in something interesting?”

“Hmmm, what do you mean, mother?!”

“Fufu~ listen to this… and that boy will surely become yours!” She whispered some things in her daughter’s ear, which caused her face to turn bright red like an apple.

***

Asura and Bal’Vak were heavily drinking as they moved through barrels upon barrels. It was the first time an outsider, apart from the occasional people who drifted into the village, appeared and accepted them so readily. They even sorted out the issue of his heir being rude, and Bal’Vak had the third prince replace the one who caused issues.

“Asu’ra, do you plan to marry my daughter?” The orc chief seemed overly serious after hours of drinking and playing; the two of them sat on a fallen tree while looking at the beautiful orcish night sky.

“I wasn’t at first…”

“WHAT?!”

“W-Wait… let me finish Vak!”

Bal’Vak took a deep breath and sat down slowly before taking a few gulps of Ale.

“I-I wasn’t thinking about marriage at all because I didn’t have a way to protect and provide for anyone back then… I only helped the elven princess to build power and have her on my side. However, when I thought about losing Spica recently…”

His memories flashed across those scenes of her fighting and trying to escape, even after giving up hope.

“…I couldn’t forgive myself, but I realised I had changed. The moment I met her, that feeling was attraction, and after spending time together, it became something special… however, I am already married.”

“That doesn’t matter! Does Spica make your heart race? Do you long to touch her and embrace her?” The mind of orcs was quite easygoing and honest. That’s why they were pleasant friends to have. The politics and deception that happened with humans felt unnecessary.

“Ah… since the moment I met her. I wanted her to be my woman.”

‘Why else would I have asked if she wanted to gain power in such a manner…’

He chuckled lightly at his memory, watching the young woman a little older than himself in the distance. Then Bal’Vak spoke.

“Then you should marry her! Hahahaha!!”

The laughter attracted the attention of all the orcs nearby, including Spica and her mother, Maruna.

“Oh, it seems your father is too forward; what if he scares the poor lad off?!”

Maruna frowned and then smashed the orc leader on the head with a rock and dragged his unconscious body into her tent. “Well, young ones, please enjoy the rest of the night together.” Another female orc took Miluna to bed.

‘W-What am I supposed to do?!’ Spica blushed, almost the same colour as an apple. She noticed Asura approached her casually with his clothes dishevelled. Her eyes were half closed, unable to look away.

Asura was showing off his perfect muscles and masculine jawline. ‘Ah… his sharp nose… and that tight angular chin is so beautiful… I want to use the trick Mother told me…’

“A-Asura… mother gave us a hut… would you come fine in there in about ten minutes?!”

“Sure?” Asura didn’t mind.

The hut was only a few steps away and big enough for four adult orcs to live comfortably inside. He felt curious watching Spica disappear into the tent.

Asura found it amusing because her ears were burning red despite their normal, cool appearance. But after a moment, he smiled wryly.

‘Well, I guess we might sleep indoors. It’s better indoors than outdoors.’

***

He waited ten minutes and drank another few mugs of ale, most of the orcs now unconscious or with their wives heading to their tents as Asura did the same. Inside, the orc’s handiwork and ability to create homes amazed him, something they had done in ancient times.

It was rustic and tribal but looked neat and rather comfortable.

‘Still, why are these orcs here so peaceful… normally… No, Grom’Gaius was the same. It’s always an outside conflict that makes things get out of hand.’

“Did you finally come…?”

“Hmm?” Asura’s eyes opened because the voice from behind the pink, transparent curtains was slightly different. It carried the elegant and beautiful tone of Spica but a slight orcish accent.

When he walked closer, Asura noticed the tent’s surroundings were dark, yet his eyes were still sharp. ‘Does this girl want to give me a hug?’ he wondered innocently while opening the curtain with a bright smile. “Eh?!”

Spica was basking in the moonlight, her figure different from before.

A goddess of beauty appeared her alluring and exotic light olive skin, with her amber eyes now shimmering like a beautiful gemstone.

Two sharp fangs poked from her upper lip, yet it felt more erotic than fierce, with her alluring and juicy pink lips shining with a glossy finish.

Her only clothes were a black, see-through babydoll that barely covered her wide, curvy hips. The short gown revealed her alluring black tuft above her hidden treasure. “How do I look, Asura?”

‘Ah….’

“You understand what will happen if you show me such an enchanting and captivating figure, right?”

“No, I don’t know. Please explain to me, my prince,” She said while sitting on the enormous bed and crossing her legs, flashing a silky pink flower to the aroused male.

“Don’t worry, I will explain it thoroughly. All night long.”