My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 239

Chapter 239: A Dangerous Place Part 5
Asher’s eyes darkened, the faint glow of his dragon bloodline flickering within them like dying embers.

“Tell me more,” he ordered, his voice smooth but carrying a weight that felt like it could crush the very air between them.

Vertex stiffened, a strange sensation creeping up his spine.

It wasn’t just the usual sting of inferiority he often felt around those more powerful than him. No, this was something deeper. Something older.

It coiled in his chest, tightening like invisible chains, pulling at instincts he hadn’t known he had.

Submission. But why?

His heart pounded erratically, syncing with a faint, unsettling hum beneath his skin. His bloodline. It was stirring in response to something he couldn’t understand.

Is he related to Beelzebub?

The thought slipped out in a whisper, as if speaking it aloud might draw something from the depths of his own fear.

Bloodline Resonance.

That’s what it was. A rare phenomenon where demons of the second generation—or later—felt an instinctual pull when they faced someone from the first generation.

It wasn’t fear. It was something older, carved into their very being.

Recognition.

But Asher didn’t fit the image that haunted Vertex’s memories. He didn’t have the insect-like face, delicate wings, or shimmering carapace that marked Beelzebub’s lineage.

Instead, jagged dark scales caught the faint light, glinting like worn armor. They trailed up his neck, winding around the base of his skull.

Reptilian class, Vertex thought, trying to steady his racing breath.

Asher looked more like something from the depths of ancient waters.

He resembled a creature half-alligator, with a rugged texture as if carved from stone itself.

But none of that explained the pressure building in Vertex’s chest—the silent command to kneel, to bow, to obey.

His mouth went dry, but somehow, he forced the words out, each one a struggle.

“I-It’s Demon King Zagan,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper, as though saying it too loudly might summon the Demon King himself.

Asher leaned back slightly, his lips pressing into a thin, hard line.

The name wasn’t unfamiliar, but hearing it in this context sent a fresh surge of heat through his veins. His gaze hardened, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes, though he said nothing.

Silence settled over the room, thick and uncomfortable.

“Tell me what’s happening tomorrow,” Asher demanded, his voice colder now, more dangerous.

Vertex shifted uneasily in his seat, his fingers drumming against his leg. His mind raced, throat dry, unsure how much to reveal. The tension in the air felt suffocating, but he couldn’t back down now.

“It’s… it’s just a rumor,” Vertex said, his voice hesitant. “A unification. The two of them. Their wedding, or so they say.”

Asher’s gaze sharpened, narrowing on him. “Wedding?”

Vertex nodded, the pit in his stomach deepening with every second.

“So, they’re not married yet?” Asher asked, his brow furrowing.

I heard they’ve been partners for years, Asher thought, recalling the information from Ronald, the human slave in Alarath.

“Yes,” Vertex spoke slowly, his voice dropping. “They’ve been engaged for years. But it’s complicated.” He paused, unsure how much to reveal.

“She’s been resisting the marriage for as long as I can remember. But I’ve heard rumors… Zagan’s been forcing her into it. They say he’s even brought his allies with him. Word’s spreading that multiple demon kings will be at the wedding.”

Asher’s eyes narrowed in confusion.

If she wasn’t willing to marry someone else, it could only mean one thing—she was still in love with him.

But why did she kill his mother?

Frustration gnawed at him. His teeth ground together.

Was that video even real?

Doubt pulsed in his chest. He saw the footage with his own eyes, but what if it had been fabricated?

What if Deuz made it up—just to manipulate him, to make him fight Lucy?

The questions spun, faster and faster, like a storm he couldn’t control.

What was the truth?

(Don’t be impulsive, Asher.)

(You heard him. There are multiple Demon Kings here.)

“I can beat them all,” Asher replied confidently.

The declaration wasn’t baseless; he was far more powerful now, after his dragon awakening.

(You might be stronger than them individually, but you can’t afford to overuse your power.)

“My magic is enough. Don’t worry, I won’t use my dragon form.” He reassured Pantheon, the warning about his berserk state still fresh in his mind.

(These Demon Kings have unique, unpredictable abilities. If you’re really going there, make a plan first.)

Asher took a breath, hearing the wisdom in the Ancient Dragon’s words. It was good to have someone like Pantheon to ground him in moments when his emotions threatened to overrun his decisions.

“You know,” Asher said with a slight grin, “for a dragon, you’re not that wrathful.”

(Brat, I’ve lived far longer than you and made my share of mistakes. Everything you’re planning, I’ve already done. I’m speaking from experience.)

“So, you did impulsive things for your lover?” Asher teased.

(If destroying dozens of worlds isn’t impulsive enough, I don’t know what is.) Pantheon sighed heavily.

Asher chuckled, feeling calmer after the exchange. He stood up and refocused his attention on Vertex.

“Thanks for the information. These items are all yours, but a bit of advice—leave this city.”

Vertex was confused, but he didn’t argue or protest. He bowed his head and knelt on the ground.

“Thank you so much! I’ll follow your advice and leave this place right away!” he exclaimed, both grateful and relieved.

He didn’t understand why, but Asher’s words felt like orders he couldn’t disobey, no matter what.

When he raised his head, it felt as if he were looking at his own ancestor, Beelzebub.

Asher was also amused. He could tell the demon was being honest with him through some kind of connection.

But he didn’t have time to dwell on his gut feeling, so he pushed it to the back of his mind for now.

With that, he left the room and disappeared into the night.