My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 263

Chapter 263: Opening Up Part 2
‘Index’ he missed her.

However, his dragon form was still far from perfect, making traveling to the Void difficult and dangerous.

There was no point in him coming there if he ended up being unable to leave with her.

At the very least, he needed to control 80% of his dragon form’s power without going berserk.

Pantheon told him there was a way to accelerate the process: bathing in dragon fire.

A crucible of agony, it would temper his power and will.

The problem, as always, was time.

To undergo the process, he would need to isolate himself for three months—a sacrifice he wasn’t sure he could afford right now.

‘That can wait ,’

His thoughts shifted to Deuz, the mysterious artificial intelligence who deceived him.

The main reason he hadn’t immediately gone searching for it was his concern for Lucy’s safety.

There was a strong likelihood that more Demon Kings would come after her and her family.

But now that they were inside the Valsrath Fortress, he could leave her here without worrying.

The fortress was equipped with the most advanced runes and golems available in Eryx.

Even he would struggle to breach its defenses, a testament to its unparalleled durability.

In addition, this place was equipped with long-distance teleportation, allowing him to return quickly in case of an emergency.

“Asher?” Lucy’s soft, sleepy voice broke through his thoughts.

He turned to her, his expression softening.

“Did you rest well?” he asked, his fingers brushing through her hair.

“Yes,” she murmured, her voice muffled as she buried her face against his chest.

In this moment, she seemed so small, so unlike the fiery and confident woman he first met.

He couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing for that version of her—the one who teased him with her unpredictable personality.

But things changed. He had grown far more powerful, and it was only natural that she now looked at him with reverence instead of equals.

However, this didn’t mean it would be permanent.

She just needed to grow more comfortable with him, and he could achieve that by revealing his vulnerable side to her, little by little.

“Let’s meet your parents. I still need to uncover what happened to my mother so I have to leave for a while.”

At the mention of his mother, Lucy’s expression darkened. Her failure weighed heavily on her.

Asher took her hand and reassured her. “Don’t worry. I don’t blame you,” .

She looked up at him, her lips curving into a forced smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Let’s go,” he rose to his feet, not giving her a chance to feel more guilty.

With a casual gesture, his robe flew from the floor, draping itself over him.

Lucy also glanced at her discarded dress but Asher handed her something else.

“Take this,” he held a blood-red robe.

It was sleeveless, with intricate rose patterns etched into the fabric, the material shimmering faintly.

“It’s a powerful magic item I found in Eryx’s. It suits you.”

Her fingers brushed the fabric, and the moment she slipped it on, her eyes widened.

Energy surged through her body, electric and invigorating.

“This… this is incredible,” she whispered, her voice tinged with awe.

She could feel the enchantments woven into the robe—ten, maybe more.

Such complexity was unheard of, even among the most powerful artifacts in the demon world.

Beyond the sheer boost in her power, she could sense the robe’s protective aura, a shield against attacks that would otherwise be fatal.

“This is really amazing. Is that world really so much more advanced than ours when it comes to magic?” she asked, her curiosity lighting up her features.

“They don’t really call it magic there,” Asher replied. “They use terms like Arcane Spells and Arcane Arts. But yes, based on what I’ve seen, Eryx’s civilization is at least a few thousand years ahead.””

Lucy swallowed hard at the revelation. It gave her a sense of just how vast the universe was.

“But it’s not like you don’t have your own advantages,” Asher added, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Her brow furrowed, and she tilted her head, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Well, for one, beastkins don’t have the same natural strength as demons,” he explained.

“Maybe that’s why they’ve pushed their magic and technology so far—to make up for what they lack physically.”

She nodded thoughtfully, comparing it to how humans relied on technology to overcome their limitations.

For beastkins, it seemed their weaker bodies drove them to pursue mastery in arcane arts.

The conversation spurred her curiosity further, and she began asking him one question after another.

He answered patiently, each response expanding her understanding of the world beyond.

But then, she asked something that made him pause.

“Asher,” she began hesitantly, “did you… did you sleep with someone else while you were there?”

His first instinct was to lie, to spare her the pain. But as he looked at her, he realized that deception would be the greater cruelty

She deserved the truth.

“I’m really sorry.” he finally admitted

He watched her closely, the way her expression shifted.

She forced a smile, but he could see the pain in her eyes, the way her hands clenched at her sides.

Who could blame her?

Despite believing he was already dead, she never once entertained the thought of cheating or seeking another man.

She would rather face death itself and even went as far as to forsake her family than betray him.

It was obvious she loved him far more than he loved her, and that realization filled him with guilt, making him feel like a complete jerk.

“It’s okay,” she responded after a moment, unable to hide the vibration from her voice.

“I wasn’t with you then… and you didn’t even know if we’d ever see each other again, right?”

Her words were forgiving, but her pain was unmistakable.

Asher reached for her hand again, squeezing it gently.

He didn’t say anything—no, he couldn’t—because what he did was cheating no matter how many times he justify it.