My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 245

Chapter 245: A Dangerous Place Part 11
Hidden in the shadows, Asher listened carefully as the maids greeted each king by name out of respect.

Their voices echoed softly, each name spoken with reverence, a constant reminder of the power these beings wielded.

This made it easy for him to learn who they were.

‘None of them noticed me. Good.’

He watched as they took their seats, settling near the far end of the table where the head of the family was meant to sit.

Looking closer, the demon lords resembled humans on the surface, blending in at first glance.

Only small details set them apart—some with a single horn protruding from their forehead, others with patches of scales running down their arms or across their backs.

A few wore their differences with pride, the scars of battle etched into their flesh or the faint shimmer of magic marking their skin.

Their eyes, sometimes glowing too brightly or shimmering in unnatural colors, hinted at their extraordinary power.

And, unlike the sorcerers in Eryx, who usually wore robes, these demon kings wore armor crafted from rare metallic materials.

Any demon watching right now would be shocked and surprised by how much these kings were wearing on their bodies, but for Asher, it was only passable.

Gatherings like this were common in Eryx, though he had to admit—the ones in his previous world were far more attractive, especially the women.

In fact, the magical artifacts of the named sages alone would made this demon kings look poor.

However, when it came to raw power and the sheer strength of their bodies, Asher had to admit— the demon kings held an advantage.

They were innately more powerful, and if they incorporated magic into their abilities, they would become far more dangerous.

As the thought lingered in his mind, his eyes shifted to the table, noting the few open spots reserved for Zagan, Lucy, and her family, who were yet to arrive.

The demon kings, however, wasted no time in beginning their discussion.

Aldric spoke first, his tone filled with disapproval. “Zagan’s fixation on Lucy weakens our alliance. And he even waited five years. This is just outrageous.”

Sorvin’s eyes narrowed. He frowned and added, “He should let the Morningstar fall from grace. There was no need to save a declining family.”

Ephor leaned forward, his dark cloak pooling around his chair. “Don’t be like that. The Morningstar family used to be the most powerful of us all. If not for the war, they still would be.”

Sorvin scoffed, his fingers tapping against the obsidian table. The deep red gemstones embedded in his rings caught the light.

“And yet, here we are,” he muttered. “They are a shadow of what they once were. Zagan is wasting his time trying to help something that’s already crumbled. ”

The other demon kings remained silent, but not a single one looked as if they disagreed.

Their indifference spoke louder than words, a clear reflection of how far the Morningstar family had fallen.

They didn’t even bother to hide their displeasure. Their expressions ranged from open disdain to amusement, merely tolerating this farce rather than acknowledging a family worthy of their presence.

If not for Zagan, they wouldn’t even bother speaking to a fallen family.

The Morningstar servants stiffened at the blatant insults, their hands clenched into tight fists.

A young maid at the back bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, but even that was preferable to letting her anger show.

Another clenched the hem of her apron, her nails digging into the fabric as the weight of humiliation pressed down on them. But in the end, what could they do? Nothing.

They could only endure as their masters—the once-great Morningstar family—were insulted right in front of them.

Then, a steady rhythm of footsteps echoed from the corridor.

CREAK!

The large doors slowly swung open, drawing every gaze toward the entrance.

Lucy finally stepped inside, moving with grace. Her deep red garments, embroidered with intricate golden patterns, flowed around her like liquid silk, shimmering under the dim glow of the chandeliers.

The rich fabric complemented her dark hair and crimson eyes—a silent reminder of the prestige her family once held.

She was beautiful—no, even more beautiful than Asher remembered. But beneath that beauty, exhaustion weighed on her.

Her once-bright eyes, which always carried warmth and joy whenever she looked at him, dulled.

Asher felt his heart ache seeing the woman he once loved pushed to this point.

The urge to protect her surged in his heart once again, and he would do so as soon as he confirmed her innocence.

No amount of demon kings could stop him from saving her, and if they dared to fight him, they would all be buried tonight.

He couldn’t help but pray, in the pit of his stomach, that she wasn’t the one who caused his mother’s death.

Because if she was, then forget about his dragon form—he might really go berserk from the sheer feeling of betrayal.

‘I need to calm down,’ he breathed in, focusing back on the hall.

Alongside her were several figures, all dressed in attire befitting nobility, yet none carried the confidence or dominance the demon kings exuded.

These were the remnants of the Morningstar family—those who once commanded fear and respect but now stood on the verge of ruin.

At the head of the group walked a handsome, middle-aged man wearing a black tuxedo.

This was Demon King Lucian—Lucy’s father. Though the title carried weight, it was little more than an empty name now.

He was the last of their line to bear it, the only remaining demon king in their bloodline after his own father vanished without a trace.

His son and brother disappeared as well , leaving the family to crumble under the weight of its dwindling influence.

And though still recognized as a demon king by title, his strength was reduced to only half of what it once was due to an incurable illness.

It was an open secret that his affliction was the reason the Morningstar family lost so much ground.

Despite this, he stood tall, his crimson eyes scanning the room, taking in the barely concealed disdain written across the faces of the other demon kings.

He knew what they thought of him—weak, broken, no longer fit to rule.

The moment Lucy reached the end of the table, she lowered herself onto the seat to the left.

Lucian, as the head of the Morningstar family, took the very end of the table—his rightful place.

The rest of the Morningstar family hesitated before taking their seats.

None dared sit near the other guesses, distancing themselves as much as possible from the demon kings.

Their presence was nothing more than a formality, a hollow gesture to maintain appearances.

To his right, a chair remained empty. A seat that belonged to none other than Demon King Zagan himself.

And when he finally entered, the pressure intensified, so much so that the floor and walls trembled.

It wasn’t just power—it was dominance, an overwhelming force that crushed down like an invisible mountain.

The demon kings, who acted haughty moments before, fell into silence.

Even Asher, who remained impassive through everything, found himself narrowing his eyes at the sight of the infamous demon king.