My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 314

Chapter 314: Different Aura 2
The wedding announcement spread like wildfire as the Morningstar family went all out to inform everyone that their daughter, Lucy Morningstar, would become the new Queen after this monumental event.

In the bustling marketplaces of Avarice, merchants gossiped while weighing fresh produce.

“Did you hear? The Morningstar heiress is marrying the new overlord!” a fishmonger exclaimed, filleting a large sea beast.

“The same person who made those prideful demon kings kiss his feet!” he added.

“Stop spouting nonsense! Do you want to get beheaded?” a concerned citizen warned.

The fishmonger scoffed. “Why should I be afraid of those cowards? They’re only powerful because of their bloodlines, and now they can’t even defend their legacy!”

No one bothered to challenge his words. This had become a common topic now.

Despite keeping their positions, the royal families reputations was dragged through the mud.

This discontent would only grow with time.

Amid the chatter, a young green-skinned demon girl clapped her hands excitedly.

“Do you think they’ll have a royal parade? I want to see her dress!”

Everyone looked at her and sighed, thinking how blessed she was to remain so innocent and young.

Elsewhere, in a high-end restaurant, nobles whispered in hushed tones inside a private room reserved for the wealthiest.

At the center of it all, four demons and one woman sat around a lavish table, covered with a feast of delicacies, fine wines, and various types of alcohol.

From time to time, sexy demon waitresses in revealing clothing came by to serve more food, some even offering extra services.

But one particular demon raised his hand, signaling them to leave.

Without question, they obeyed, closing the door behind them.

CLICK!

“This changes everything,” a demon lord with snake-like skin murmured, swirling his red wine. “We should attend the wedding and get on his good side.”

“Preposterous! Why should we do that? We should be thinking about how to take back our lands!” A demon with bull horns slam the table.

The snake-like demon shook his head. “Can’t you see? This is our chance to rise.”

The bull demon raised an eyebrow in confusion but still leaned in. “Tell me more.”

“Think about it. When the Morningstar family lost their status, the others made their lives hell.” He paused letting his words sank in first.

“Sooner or later, most of these responsible families will be exterminated. So if we play our cards right, we could replace them. ”

There was a moment of silence before the bull demon spoke.

“That’s a good guess, but to become part of the royal family, one must have at least three king levels.”

“That was the old way. But now, the overlord has shown that numbers don’t matter against absolute power. Loyalty is what truly matters now. And with his blessing, reaching the level of a demon king is only a matter of time.”

The demons exchanged glances, each considering the possibilities.

Then, the bull demon suddenly burst into laughter, slamming his fist on the table.

“HAHAHA! You’re really smart!” He grabbed his beer and downed it in one go, a new spark of ambition flickering in his eyes.

However, before the good mood could build further, a woman giggled softly.

“Oh, darling, you say that like you’re the only one who thought of it,” she said with a sly smile, lazily twirling her wine glass. “Everyone who has a brain is already scrambling for an invitation.”

“Tsk” The snake demon clicked his tongue in annoyance but could not retort.

Not because she was right, but because they feared her.

She didn’t look like someone who could inspire such fear, yet none of the demons dared to breathe too loudly.

Her hairstyle stood out—a bold mix of black and purple, split down the middle into two high pigtails. Streaks of color ran through the waves, giving it a wild and rebellious look.

She wore a cropped leather jacket over a ripped fishnet top, paired with a short plaid skirt and knee-high boots.

A closer look revealed her pale complexion, which matched her purple colored lips.

As for her figure—she was way above average in all the right areas .

Not chubby, but curvy in a way that could make men reconsider their commitments for just one night with her.

“Shouldn’t you stop wasting time here and start finding a way to get invited? I want to attend that wedding too,” She raised her eyebrows, blatantly commanding them.

“You…” The bull demon stood up, but his knees went weak the moment her crazed eyes landed on him.

It felt as if an invisible hand was tightening around his neck.

“Please, don’t get angry, Mr. Bull. I don’t want to get hurt,” she pouted, puffing out her cheeks like a helpless girl.

Which couldn’t be further from the truth.

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Three Days Later

In Avalon’s , the streets were packed with nobles, their entourages, and ambitious merchants.

Hotels and high-class inns filled to capacity within hours, forcing latecomers to seek lodging in lesser districts.

Even so, no one wished to miss this historic day.

Meanwhile, deep in the grand palace, the wedding preparations continued.

Inside a grand chamber, Lorraine sat with her sisters, finalizing everything.

“So many important figures,” she murmured, scanning the parchment. “Almost everyone wants to attend, so we had to limit the invitations.”

Lenore said, “They aren’t just here for the wedding.

They want to see the overlord in person—to know what kind of man conquered the demon world so easily.”

Lorraine sighed, rubbing her temples. “I don’t care about their political games. I just want this wedding to be perfect.”

Lissette leaned back in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips. “Sister Lucy is so lucky…. I also want to marry a man like him.

Lorraine didn’t respond, only nodding as she continued reviewing the plans.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

A servant stepped inside, bowing deeply. “Lady Lorraine, another batch of gifts has arrived. Some are from the noble families, but many are from those seeking favor with the overlord.”

She sighed, standing up. “Sort through them. Reject anything that seems suspicious.”

As she left the room, her thoughts drifted elsewhere. No matter how much effort went into making this wedding perfect, it was all centered around one man—Asher.

‘Where is he? He’s been gone for days now.’

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Far from the commotion of the demon capital, Asher sat inside one of the chambers of Valsrath Fortress with his eyes closed.

From time to time, his aura fluctuated, as his body adjusted.

Pantheon, now in the form of a humanoid warrior clad in metallic armor, raised a hand, stabilizing the energy before it could spiral out of control.

Sparks of energy flickered around Asher, clashing against the remnants of the insect king’s essence.

His transformation was nearing completion, but the process was anything but smooth.

Without the ancient dragon, this entire attempt would have been far more dangerous.

This process was no different from setting a part of himself on fire—akin to suicide.

Pantheon’s glowing eyes studied him carefully.

(You’re stabilizing faster than expected, but don’t get ahead of yourself. If control slips now, even I won’t be able to stop the backlash.)

Asher exhaled, sweat trickling down his forehead. “I know.”

His body morphed instantly, transforming into his draconic form. This time, the aura he released was far more powerful and dominant than before.

Pantheon’s eyes narrowed as the sheer pressure filled the chamber.

It raised its hand, summoning a barrier to contain the force.

Even so, faint tremors rippled through the fortress.

FLAP!

Golden scales gleamed under the flickering light, his wings stretching out slightly before folding back.

The King of Insects’ soul was no more—only the power remained, fully integrated into Asher’s dragon soul.

Pantheon let out a low hum. (So? How does it feel?)

Asher clenched his clawed fist, flexing his fingers. “Stronger.”

(That’s good. Now let’s focus on tempering your body. With your soul strengthened, your physical growth will accelerate.)

“Not now.” He shook his head, exhaling. “It’s been three days, and I promised Lucy I’d be back for our wedding.”

Pantheon didn’t argue and simply transformed back into a bracer, locking itself around Asher’s arm.

It knew how important it was to him to keep his promises, especially to his lovers.

BLINK!

He moved straight from the chamber to the main teleportation gate.

Since the demon world existed in a separate realm, his usual teleportation methods would require more effort—an unnecessary hassle when the fortress already had teleportation gates in place.

With a few tweaks, he locked onto his destination and stepped in.

Just like that, he found himself inside a large bedroom.

‘Where is she?’ he muttered, glancing around and noticing Lucy was nowhere to be seen.

Closing his eyes, he focused on her presence.

Within moments, he found her inside a private living room with her sisters.

‘I’ll wait another 30 minutes before stepping in.’

For now, he leaned against the wall and began going over the things he needed to finish later.