My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Word for Word
Asher made his decision but chose to postpone it.

There were more pressing matters to handle, and unlocking a soul required extensive preparation.

It wasn’t as simple as flipping a switch.

As for the fragment, it had already spent thousands of years there. Adding another few wouldn’t make much of a difference.

He turned to the other two. “Lead the way,”

They didn’t question what he did, nor did they have the courage to do so. They simply nodded and followed his orders.

The group resumed , ignoring the countless paintings and other works of art along the way.

None of them resonated with him, so there was no reason to linger.

As they moved forward, the sheer size of the place became more apparent. However, it was the only thing that caught his attention.

Materials and even the runes that safeguarded this castle were subpar by his standards, highlighting how outdated this place was compared to Eryx. .

He wondered how the demons ended up like this when their ancestors were monsters capable of fighting him on equal ground.

‘Did something happen to cause this much deterioration?’

His curiosity gnawed at him, and he made a mental note to ask Lucian about it later. It didn’t sit well with him to leave an easy question unanswered.

Eventually, they reached a grand double door with a polished wooden finish.

Intricate geometric carvings covered its surface, forming interwoven patterns.

Two massive handles, shaped like coiling serpents biting their own tails, jutted out from the center.

Lyrx stepped forward and pushed it open.

Inside, a massive hall came into view, filled with polished caramel colored mahogany from floor to ceiling.

A long table stretched across the center, occupied by the most important demons.

However, one notable figure was missing— Zagan.

After vanishing without a trace, he still refused to show himself—probably out of fear after what Pantheon had done.

‘So these are the heads of the royal and noble families.’

Asher looked around and began memorizing everyone’s faces.

This made them break into a cold sweat, feeling scrutinized and judged.

It was an insulting gesture, but none dared to voice their displeasure after hearing the stories about him.

While observing them, he noticed some familiar faces and even spotted the demon king with a goat-like face.

Though, he doubted if he was looking at its real body since this being was famous for having thousands of clones.

“Please, take your seat,” Lyrx gestured, making sure her tone carried respect.

It wasn’t just about kissing his ass—it was a warning to the other demon kings that he was not someone they could undermine.

The last thing she needed was a hot-blooded demon ruining all her efforts to stay on his good side.

Everyone waited for him to take his seat, which was positioned at the far end of the hall.

Unlike the others, his seat had gold patterns—a detail Lyrx personally requested after noticing his preference for the color.

Normally, such aura would be despised by demons.

But he was not a divine being. If it was, everyone here would feel itchy and irritated just by being near him.

Creatures like them had an innate hatred for the divine—it was embedded in their very being.

He sat on his chair, with Lucian on his right and the spider demon on his left.

Everyone stared at him, waiting for him to speak, but he just leaned back and observed in silence.

Lyrx shifted uncomfortably.

She glanced at Asher, waiting for some sort of command, but he only looked at her expectantly, as if he had no intention of taking the lead.

Lyrx was annoyed after she realized exactly what he was doing.

By staying silent, he was putting all the responsibility on her, making her the representative of this new rule.

If anyone in this room harbored resentment, it would be directed at her, not him.

Her fingers twitched slightly, but she kept her composure.

Fine. If he wanted her to be the bad guy, then she would play the role—but on her own terms.

She straightened her posture, letting her presence fill the room.

“I see some of you still hesitate,” she said, voice sharp.

“Perhaps you’re wondering why it’s me saying all this instead of the Overlord himself.”

She turned to Asher, eyes locking onto his, “Do you have anything to say my lord?, or shall I continue?”

A few demons glanced between them.

He met her gaze with a neutral expression. “You’re doing fine,”

Lyrx clenched her jaw. ‘This bastard.’

She shot a glare at Lucian, hoping for at least some support since he stood to gain the most from this .

But he quickly averted his eyes, pretending to be deeply interested in the carvings on the table.

‘This father and son…’

He clearly didn’t want to be the one delivering bad news either.

She let out a slow exhale before turning her attention back to the others

“Very well,” she said, placing both hands on the table. “Then I’ll be the one to say it.”

Her eyes swept across the room, meeting the gazes of everyone.

“From this moment forward, all royal families, nobles, and even the lowest-ranking demons will submit to Overlord Asher Aurelius.”

“This also includes all properties, cities, and everything under our previous rule. If our new overlord desires something, no one has the right to refuse.”

She let the words settle, waiting for the inevitable reactions.

Murmurs broke out instantly, some filled with unease, others outright discontent.

She expected this. Fortunately, the leaders here were more level-headed. They spoke among themselves, but none dared to question Asher directly—at least not yet.

Still, she couldn’t let them continue speaking any further because it might lead to them speak out of turn.

She raised a hand, silencing them

“I understand that many of you will resist change. You have lived under a system where power was divided, where the family heads voted on matters that shaped the demon world. But that system is dead. Our new ruler now holds absolute authority.”

A demon with jagged horns and dark crimson skin lowered his head slightly before speaking.

“My lord, I do not doubt your strength, nor do I oppose your rule,” he said carefully.

“But is it truly necessary to change our entire governance into absolute rule so suddenly? Many have followed the old ways for countless years. Such a huge change will be… difficult to accept.”

Lyrx’s eyes widened, and she was about to scold him for his boldness, but Asher spoke first.

“Don’t worry. I have no intention of changing anything.”

Relief washed over some of them, shoulders easing slightly.

Others remained skeptical, their expressions guarded, uncertain whether to trust his words.

He wasn’t exactly convincing in their eyes. From start to finish, he had relied on violence to get his way.

“Could you clarify that, my lord?” another demon king spoke up. This time, it was a woman with green skin and four eyes.

Asher cleared his throat and took a moment to find the best way to deliver his message clearly.

“First of all, I have no intention of meddling in your politics. I only did this because you took unnecessary actions against me when all I wanted was to marry my wife.”

“Second, this place holds no value in my eyes. Once you submit to me, I’ll let you continue as you were.

“Third, I expect everyone to respect my wife’s family. As long as you meet that standard, you have nothing to worry about.”

The demons nodded, finding his words reasonable enough.

However, some remained unconvinced, particularly about the part where they were expected to respect the Morningstar family.

It could be interpreted in many ways.

Did it mean they would have to follow whatever demands were made, even if they were outrageous?

That’s just dictatorship with an extra step.

Asher tapped the table with his hand out of boredom.

This was exactly why he hated dealing with matters like this—he wasn’t cut out for ruling.

But if he showed any sign of weakness now, the chances of betrayal and rebellion would only grow.

He sighed inwardly, knowing that sometimes, strength was the only language they understood.

(Brat? Need help intimidating them?)

‘How?’

(Just follow my words, and they’ll all be kissing your feet.)

Asher sighed heavily. Acting like the bad guy was exhausting, so he agreed.

“Don’t misunderstand… I’m only saying this as a courtesy. Whatever you decide doesn’t matter. If any of you are against it, you’re free to challenge me. But I’m not good with talking, so I’ll just use my fists.”

He paused, waiting for Pantheon’s next words.

“And you can even bring your entire clan. I’ll make sure to treat each one of you equally.”

The demon kings swallowed hard. His words came out as a death threat.

When he said “equally,” they assumed he meant he would massacre their entire family, showing no bias, as punishment for defying him.

“So, does anyone want to try?”