My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 257

Chapter 257: Tip of the Iceberg
Asher turned to face Lucian. “You said you’re still part of the royal family, right? So does that mean if you increase your standing, you can go back to the demon world?”

Lucian’s eyes widened slightly before he gave a slow nod.

“Yes. That’s how it works,” he said. “Our bloodline still holds royal status, even if we’ve lost our influence. If we restore our standing, we can reclaim our place.”

“Then can I use my own influence?” Asher asked. It was the quickest way to silence the opposition.

Lucian exhaled, folding his arms. “True, but there’s a complication.”

Asher’s brow furrowed. “What is it?”

“You’re an outsider. The other families will use that to undermine our claim. They’ll say you’re not one of us, that your strength is illegitimate.”

Asher smirked. “No need to worry about that. I already have a plan.”

Lucy looked at him, puzzled. “A plan?”

“Yeah,” he said casually. “Simple, really. I’ll marry you.”

Her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes glistening as she gripped the edge of her dress.

“M-Marry me?” Lucy stammered.

“Yes,” He repeated, showing no hint of hesitation. “If we get married, I’ll be part of the Morningstar family by blood. That’ll shut down the ‘outsider’ argument pretty fast.”

Lucian recovered first, rubbing his chin as the weight of Asher’s words sank in. “That… would actually work.”

Lucy opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Was this really happening?

Did she really deserve to be this happy?

It was a question she asked herself too many times. And yet, as his thumb brushed over her skin, all that uncertainty dissolved under his gentle touch.

Lucy wasn’t like the others. With her, it wasn’t just about passing time or fleeting moments of pleasure. She felt real—someone he could picture beside him in a future, something deeper than any of the others.

Second only to Index, maybe. But in ways that mattered, she was just as important.

He would go to any length to see her smile, no matter what it took.

As for Index… well, she would understand. Lucy was his first girlfriend, and his first love.

And vice versa—Lucy would understand why he had fallen for Index, the woman who rescued and took care of him.

Without her, he would still be drifting in the endless void, trapped in a torment that wouldn’t even allow him the mercy of death.

With the two of them by his side, life would finally be complete. All he needed was the right world, a quiet place where they could live happily ever after.

“Don’t you want to marry me?” His voice was soft, almost vulnerable, as he gently cupped her cheeks, his gaze searching hers with a depth of longing that showed just how much he loved her.

Lucy’s chest tightened, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.

Her eyes glistened as she held his hands, pressing her cheek into his palm like it was the safest place in the world.

“Of course, I want to marry you,” she whispered, voice unsteady with emotion. “I’ve dreamed of this… of us. ”

To be his—to build a life together—felt like stepping into a story she thought had ended when they parted five years ago.

But now, a new chapter was unfolding, one where they could finally start fresh, together.

“I really love you,” she whispered, leaning in for a kiss, no longer able to hold back everything she felt.

His heart pounded, each beat a reminder of how much she mean to him.

He might have tasted the lips of other women, but hers made him want to linger—to savor every second and forget the world beyond this moment.

Asher broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers.

“I think we’ve kissed enough in front of your family, don’t you think?” he teased her.

“I…” Her face turned crimson as the realization hit her. Mortified, she glanced toward her family.

Some scratched their heads awkwardly, others quickly averted their eyes—except for one brother giving an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

That’s when she saw her mother—Theresa sat at the back, her face masked with a forced smile. Her eyes, though, showed the pain from her broken arm that refused to regenerate.

“Asher!” Lucy’s voice strained as she called his name.

He gave a quick nod and strode toward her mother.

Kneeling beside Theresa, he ran his fingers just above the wounded skin, eyes narrowing.

As expected, something pulsed beneath the surface—an unfamiliar, invasive energy clinging stubbornly to the damaged flesh.

Lucian stepped closer, his expression grim.

“This… this is Zagan’s specialty. It’s what made him one of the strongest Demon Kings. Countless people have tried to counter the effect, but the best anyone’s managed is to stop the wound from getting worse.”

He exhaled sharply. “And even that requires an elixir—one that’s rare and ridiculously expensive in the demon world.”

Tilting his head, Lucian couldn’t help but feel bitter and worthless.

“Maleficii Remotio.”

Foreign words rolled off Asher’s tongue, and a white aura surged from his hands, flowing toward her. The curse that haunted her vanished without resistance.

“Maior Sanatio.”

The glow changed from white to vibrant green, pulsing with life. Her arm began to knit itself together, bone, muscle, and skin restoring in perfect harmony, right in front of everyone.

She even looked healthier than she had been before the injury.

Once he was done, he stood up like it was nothing more than a trivial matter. But the silence that followed said otherwise.

All eyes were on him, disbelief etched on every face. Zagan’s ability—a force that haunted demons for centuries—was undone by nothing more than a few whispered words.

Before they could even offer their thanks, Asher raised a hand, stopping them.

“That can wait. For now, I need to set up something first”

They were confused by his words, and he didn’t even bother to explain anything.

He just flew up, eyes scanning the ruins below.

‘Zagan’s breath attack leveled the land. It made things easier for me’