My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 243

Chapter 243: A Dangerous Place Part 9
As the night grew quiet, Asher moved carefully through the garden. Every step was light and careful.

Guards patrolled the area, their glowing red eyes cutting through the darkness.

Though they resembled humans, their glowing red eyes revealed their identities as demons.

Their skin was a deep, blood-red, the color so unnatural it resembled the hue of a wound that would never heal.

It had an unsettling, almost raw look to it, as if their flesh had been permanently stained by something far darker than blood.

Some held swords, while others carried long daggers or halberds, all clad in metallic red armor.

Their gear gleamed under the faint moonlight, deep crimson with gold engravings that ran along the chest plate and pauldrons.

The intricate patterns resembled ancient royal insignias, as if they once belonged to a long-forgotten empire.

The heavy plates overlapped, reinforced at the joints with thick, interlocking segments that allowed movement while maintaining defense.

However, none possessed the same quality he had seen with Lucy. This meant their armor were crafted rather than formed naturally

That detail led him to assume these demons lacked the ability to create their own weapons and armor, through blood control.

In terms of power, he didn’t see them as a threat. Still, he moved silently, careful not to make a sound.

Near a stone fountain where blood flowed instead of water, hushed voices broke the silence.

In the center stood a carved statue of a woman, her expression frozen in agony.

Thick streams of blood poured from her hollow eyes and open mouth, staining her cheeks and pooling into the basin below

The crimson liquid rippled as it spilled over the edges, filling the air with the faint scent of iron.

At the side of the basin, two armed men were talking, unaware that Asher stood right beside them, intrigued by their conversation.

“Tomorrow’s the day. Demon King Zagan is forcing our ruler to marry him. You know what that means?”

A scoff came from the second man. “Lady Lucy didn’t deserve someone like him. Did you see his face? He looked older than her father.”

The first raised a hand to stop the reply and warned,

“Do you want to get killed? You know how unpredictable demon kings can be?”

“Then so be it,” came the retort, “They forced her because the Morningstar family was in decline. She deserved the right to choose her partner.”

After a pause, the first guard spoke again,

“Speaking of a partner, did you hear the rumors? They said her purity was taken by a human.”

“I heard it too. High ranking demons claimed that she postponed the wedding because the demon king would be outraged if he found out… And to be honest, that would be funny. Zagan’s kin are full of arrogant demons!”

The first guard shook his head but didn’t disagree.

“Our family can’t really do anything about it. Unlike the others who have three or four demon kings, we only have one. If Lady Lucy doesn’t marry Demon King Zagan, our family will be kicked out of royalty.” He paused, taking a breath. “And you know what happens to families that get that fate, right?”

“We’ll be devoured and destroyed.” The second guard clenched his fist in frustration.

He looked up at the sky, recalling something. “If only Lady Lucy’s brother hadn’t gone missing. Master Lucas had a very high chance of becoming a demon king too.”

The first guard nodded. “He was different, wasn’t he? Stronger than most of his age. If he didn’t disappear, he might have turned the whole family around.”

The second guard sighed, still frustrated. “Exactly. And he was smart, too. Not like his other brothers, who were willing to sacrifice their sister. With him, we wouldn’t be in this mess. He wouldn’t even agree to this marriage—he doted on Lady Lucy a lot.”

The first guard replied, “You’re right about that, but we can’t really do anything now. It’s not like a miracle could happen overnight and someone powerful enough to overpower the demon kings would suddenly take our family under their wing.”

Once they finished gossiping, they continued their patrol.

‘So, you have to deal with all of this?’ Asher overheard everything and realized how complicated things were in her family.

The more he heard, the more he came to believe she was innocent.

With those new information, he headed inside the tower.

The moment he crossed the threshold, an overwhelming presence hit him.

It was a heavy, suffocating power, radiating from the upper floors, hidden just beyond the towering walls until now.

Normal demons might not have noticed, but Asher was highly attuned to energy, and that sensitivity allowed him to feel the presence of the demon kings in a way others couldn’t.

Each demon king had a unique signature, a distinct pulse of energy that was as recognizable to him as a fingerprint.

It wasn’t just a vague sense of power—he could feel their presence, pinpointing the exact number of them in the tower.

There were at least eight, each radiating a different frequency of energy, their combined power.

In terms of raw energy alone, they were not weaker than Julius—if anything, their presence felt even more formidable.

(It’s a good thing you came here using a puppet,) Pantheon spoke to Asher, who was safely sitting on the abandoned building.

Still, Pantheon’s words confirmed that he was in a much more dangerous place now than when he was at Eryx.

Demons didn’t just use magic; they also had their own innate abilities, which were often unpredictable.

“Let’s go. I’m sure Lucy would be at the top,” he added, and began walking toward the platform.

He noticed a few female demons carrying food trays, dressed in maid-like uniforms, though not the modern kind.

Their clothing resembled those worn in the medieval age: plain, dark-colored dresses with frayed edges, cinched at the waist with simple ropes.

Without wasting a moment, he leapt onto the platform with them, feeling the subtle vibration as it began to rise.