My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 313

Chapter 313: Different Aura
Asher repeated Pantheon’s words exactly as instructed.

When the last syllable left his lips, silence filled the whole room.

No one dared to speak. No one even dared to breathe too loudly or make eye contact with him.

The way he phrased his words cut deep, like an inevitable death sentence he could declare at anytime.

“I will take your silence as a yes.”

He stood up, his golden eyes sweeping over the room, just in case some brave soul wanted to try their luck—but thankfully, everyone had a functioning brain.

His gaze turned to Lucian. From now on, his father-in-law would handle the rest.

There was no point in wasting more of his own time on politics.

Then, he turned to Lyrx.

She met his eyes and instantly understood—her role was to assist and ensure everything ran smoothly.

With that, he vanished from his spot like a ghost.

This display of power served as a reminder—he could come and go anytime, anywhere, even when they were asleep in the comfort of their own bedrooms .

No place was beyond his reach. No door could keep him out.

It was another one of Pantheon’s strategy. The ancient dragon was a veteran in farming aura.

Such tactics required a certain talent.

Though if you were an OG, you could just arrive late, letting preventable deaths pile up and save the day.

But who cares about other people’s lives anyway, as long as there was a cool entrance?

After he was gone, everyone finally sighed in relief.

Still, no one voice their displeasure—Lucian was still there, smiling like he just won the ultimate lottery.

His smug expression made them want to band together and beat the arrogance out of him.

He was well aware of their thoughts, so he cleared his throat before speaking.

“Don’t look at me like I’m the villain here. Every single one of you was more than happy to kick the Morningstar family while we were down. The only reason you still have your positions is because my son-in-law was kind enough to let you keep them.”

His demeanor shifted, growing more authoritative.

If he wanted to maintain control, he had to assert his own dominance.

BOOOOOM!

His aura erupted, sending a wave of pressure through the room, forcing the demons to stand.

Back when he got caught, he did not fought seriously, so no one knew that he was already cured .

But it wasn’t just that—he was also far stronger now.

The artifacts he possessed activated one by one, each boosting his strength.

To top it off, he summoned a platinum-rank red sword, its overwhelming presence triggering more killing intent.

“Surprised by my power?” He scoffed. “This is nothing. With just one word from my son-in-law, I was healed from an incurable disease . And these items? They’re nothing but scraps to him.”

No one spoke back.

They just clenched their fists, while others glanced at each other, trying to process what they just heard.

Calling such powerful items “scraps” was absurd—each of them would kill to wield even one of those artifacts.

And Lucian was brandishing them around like he had an entire warehouse stocked with them.

A few demon kings swallowed hard, realizing just how deep Asher’s power ran.

If these treasures were worthless in his eyes, then what kind of strength did he truly possess?

“I’ll give you a warning, only because we were once allies. To him, our demon world is insignificant.”

“My son-in-law rules over multiple worlds, each home to beings far stronger than any of us—beings that could crush us without effort just like that giant dragon. And yet, he stands above them all.”

He deliberately exaggerated, blowing things out of proportion.

It seemed he had taken the same class as Pantheon on how to brag, but his subject focused on selling a rock at the price of a diamond.

But who could question him?

He could claim Asher ruled over hundreds of worlds, and they would believe it—because they were ignorant.

“Please, we will cooperate with you,” a demon king finally conceded.

Seeing this, the others quickly nodded in agreement, fearing that he might speak ill of them, which could very well lead to their demise.

Lucian leaned back and smiled.

“Don’t worry. As one of you, I would never abuse my power. I have no interest in tarnishing my reputation, especially since my son-in-law is not a man of senseless violence.”

Everyone nearly choked on their own saliva after hearing such a shameless lie.

Not abusing his power?

He was already doing it right now!

And calling their new ruler a man who wasn’t senselessly violent sounded downright ridiculous—especially since he had just conquered an entire world like it was just another Tuesday errand.

If that were true, then every demon in this room might as well don holy robes, open a church, and start preaching about peace and kindness.

“We’re all allies here, so we should work together to show him that we are competent,” Lucian added, seamlessly shifting the conversation into a more casual tone.

Of course, they could only force a smile and laugh along with him.

The tension in the room eased, but the only one truly enjoying himself was Lucian.

Despite his smile though, he already made a mental list of those who would be disposed of.

Many demons in this room played a hand in his family’s downfall, and while he acted friendly now, it was nothing more than a facade.

One by one, he would ensure their destruction.

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BLINK!

Asher appeared beside Lucy, unaware of what his father-in-law did in his absence.

The rich aroma of tea filled the air as he glanced around.

Four unfamiliar women sat with her, their elegant robes hinting at nobility.

Across from them, four men stood in silence.

Lucy noticed his presence and stood up with a smile.

“Asher, come, sit.” She gestured toward the women. “Let me introduce you to my sisters—Lilian, Livia, Lorraine, and Lenore.”

Each one inclined their head slightly in greeting.

As they stole glances at him, they couldn’t help but admit—he was far more handsome than their respective partners.

Not just in looks, but in presence. His aura, even when restrained, carried charisma.

But that didn’t mean they would cheat on their partners. Just like Lucy, once they fell in love, their loyalty was absolute.

It was a unique trait of the Morningstars—devotion that never wavered for their lover, no matter the circumstances.

“And these are their husbands,” Lucy continued, motioning to the men across from them.

“Darius of House Blackwood,”

“Victor of House Ravensclaw,”

“Elias of House Thornvale, ”

“and Magnus of House Duskblade.”

The men exchanged glances before bowing their heads respectfully.

No one risked speaking out of place, not with the new overlord in the room.

“You can raise your heads,” he responded with a warm smile before taking his seat beside Lucy.

He looked and sounded too friendly, which only added to their confusion.

In their minds, his demeanor didn’t match the ruthless and domineering figure they heard about.

Some suspected he was merely putting on an act.

In a way, they weren’t wrong. He was never been the social type and hated gatherings like this.

But for Lucy’s sake, he was willing to make an effort.

As expected, the first few seconds were awkward. Luckily, the eldest sister, Lenore, took hold of the situation.

“So, when is the wedding?”

Lucy blushed slightly and glanced at Asher, waiting for his answer.

“As soon as possible,” he replied, gently taking her hand on the table.

His grip was affectionate. “I’ve been gone for too long, and I’m tired of waiting. I want to marry you and make it official.”

The others felt their faces heat up at his passionate declaration. He sounded completely genuine and in love.”

“Then let me handle it, Overlord Asher. I’ll make sure it’s the grandest wedding in history,” Lenore suggested, her eyes sparkling in excitement.

“Me too! We’ll all help,” the other sisters chimed in not wanting to miss it out.

Asher didn’t respond right away. Instead, he glanced at Lucy, waiting for her approval.

He wasn’t familiar with demon world traditions, so it was better to take a step back and let her decide.

She smiled warmly at her sisters’ enthusiasm.

“I’ll leave it in your hands,”

Lenore’s eyes sparkled as she whispered to her husband about extravagant decorations.

Meanwhile, Lorraine was practically bouncing in her seat, already planning the guest list.

Their joy was infectious, and even their husbands exchanged amused glances, knowing there was no stopping them now.

Asher let them handle the details, uninterested in meddling.

He wasn’t indifferent to marrying Lucy—far from it—but for someone of his stature, marriage was just a formality.

His focus remained on bigger matters, and the sooner this was done, the better.

‘I should focus on my soul first, then work on strengthening my dragon power… so I can finally rescue her…’

His thoughts drifted to the other love of his life.