My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 214

Chapter 214: The incident with Roxanne.
“Ah… so lazy…” Vergil murmured as he slowly opened his eyes, only to find his beautiful red-haired wife peacefully sleeping on his chest.

“Katharina?” he whispered, noticing how her long red hair draped around him like a protective embrace.

“Hm? Oh, you’re awake,” Katharina replied, sitting up gracefully and rubbing her eyes before settling herself on his lap. A soft smile lit up her face as she looked at him.

“What happened?” Vergil asked, still feeling a bit disoriented.

Katharina shrugged nonchalantly, though a playful glint sparkled in her eyes. “Well, after being rejected by those two Church loyalists you tried to hire as your maids, you got upset and decided to sleep it off. Clearly, your confidence took a hit.”

Vergil sighed, averting his gaze as an ironic smile spread across his lips. He knew Katharina wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of him surrounding himself with more women, but fortunately, her patience was remarkable.

“True… but whatever.” He stared at the ceiling for a moment before asking, “Where are they now?”

“Morgana did what she does best. Dug into their pasts and uncovered some rather… interesting details about the dear Pope and the Inquisition,” Katharina said with a smile that was equal parts sweet and subtly wicked.

Vergil understood immediately. “Ah, so she planted seeds of doubt in them. Clever. I’ve always known the Inquisition was rotten in more ways than one. No organization is completely just or incorruptible—that simply doesn’t exist.”

Katharina tilted her head, agreeing. “Indeed. But you know what’s ironic? Compared to the rest, we demons seem to be the most… morally balanced. And that’s terrifying if you think about it.”

Vergil chuckled, a low, ironic sound. “I never thought I’d live to hear someone call demons ‘the good side of the scale.’ But now that I think about it, you’re right. The Fallen Angels just want more war, the Inquisition believes they can justify anything in the name of the ‘greater good,’ and us… well, we’re here, keeping the human world running and still creating entertainment.”

“Yeah, it feels almost like a cosmic joke,” Katharina remarked, crossing her arms with a sly smile.

Vergil nodded, though his expression grew more serious. “Even so, we can’t let our guard down.”

“I agree. That’s why I asked Morgana to map out the entire city. She’s searching for anything relevant, especially the Excalibur Fragments,” Katharina replied, shifting her focus to the practical matters.

“Good. The sooner we know where those fragments are, the better. We can’t let them fall into the wrong hands,” Vergil said, his tone heavy with determination.

Katharina leaned closer, gently caressing Vergil’s face, her smile softening. “Let the world wait a little longer, my love. We’ll handle everything when the time is right.”

Vergil sighed, feeling the weight on his chest ease as Katharina nestled against him. Her warmth was comforting, almost like a shield against the world’s troubles, but something inside him wouldn’t let him fully relax.

Suddenly, unease crept in. “Where’s Roxanne?” he asked, his voice tinged with a concern that Katharina couldn’t ignore.

“Hm?” She lifted her head, surprised by his abrupt shift in tone. “Ah… she went to visit her mother.”

Immediately, Vergil’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. “You didn’t stop her? I told you I didn’t want her going there while that… man was around,” Vergil demanded, his voice sharp with irritation.

Katharina sighed, crossing her arms, the smile on her face now a little crooked. “Well… considering how upset you left her after forgetting it was supposed to be her time with you and instead trying to acquire two women.” Her tone was sharp, but her expression softened into something more resigned.

She didn’t enjoy going against her husband, but this time… he had clearly messed up with Roxanne. Vergil closed his eyes, releasing a heavy sigh. He knew Katharina was right, though admitting it was another matter. “I never intended to hurt her…”

“I know, but that doesn’t change the fact that you messed up, my love,” Katharina said, her voice gentler now. “She felt cast aside. So when she mentioned visiting her mother, well, there wasn’t much I could do to stop her.”

Vergil stayed silent for a moment, processing Katharina’s words. Finally, he nodded, though the worry on his face didn’t fade. “I understand… but even so, that ma—”

Before he could finish, an overwhelming sensation struck him like the weight of the world crashing down. His body stiffened, and his eyes narrowed with restrained fury.

“He touched her.”

The words came out like a cutting whisper, sharp enough to freeze Katharina in place. Before she could react, Vergil gently moved her off him, standing with an intensity that made the air around them feel heavy.

“What are you—”

“The contract activated,” he interrupted, his voice ice-cold with rage. “Roxanne feels threatened.”

Katharina furrowed her brow, but her eyes quickly widened in understanding as she realized the gravity of the situation.

Vergil stood, and an aura of murderous intent began to radiate from his body, filling the space with suffocating pressure. His fists clenched tightly, and his gaze looked as if it could pierce through any obstacle between him and his target.

“He tried to kill Stella before,” Vergil continued, his tone low and deadly. “Sapphire stopped him last time. But now… now I can feel that Roxanne is in danger.”

Katharina sighed, resigned, though worry was evident in her eyes. “Just go, Vergil,” she said calmly.

He glanced at her. “Inform your mother.”

Without wasting another moment, he vanished, leaving only the lingering remnants of his aura behind.

[Queen of Sitri’s Castle]

“What a twisted irony,” Ashborne said, his voice dripping with disdain as he observed the scene before him. He held Stella by the throat with unsettling ease, as though she were nothing more than a disposable object. “My ex-wife and my own daughter… trying to kill me? How pathetic.”

Stella, the once-mighty Demon Queen, hung limply in his grasp. Both of her arms had been brutally torn off, and one of her legs was cut so deeply that the exposed bone gleamed under the dim light of the grand hall. Blood dripped steadily, pooling in crimson puddles on the black marble floor.

“St-stop…” Roxanne tried to speak, her voice barely a whisper as she struggled to rise. But her body, drained and broken, refused to obey her. She lay on the ground, battling the pain and despair threatening to consume her.

Ashborne turned his cold, cruel gaze toward her, a sadistic smile curling across his lips. “Stop? You’re in no position to give me orders, dear daughter. Not after witnessing what happens to those who dare defy me.”

Roxanne trembled, a mix of pain and fury coursing through her. Her hands clawed weakly at the ground, desperate to lift herself, but her strength was gone. Despite it all, her eyes still burned with determination, even as tears of helplessness streamed down her face.

Ashborne laughed, a dry and cruel sound that echoed through the hall. “Ah, that expression… It’s almost touching. But you’ve learned nothing, have you? Rebellion only leads to destruction. You both should have submitted to the inevitable.”

He tightened his grip on Stella’s neck as if to emphasize his words, eliciting a weak groan from the Demon Queen. The sound was enough to make Roxanne struggle desperately to move, but her body simply refused to respond.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze, the tension so dense it was nearly impossible to breathe.

Before Ashborne could finish the job and crush Stella’s neck, an overwhelming presence tore through the darkness like a silent storm. A chilling wind laden with power swept through the room, and in the blink of an eye, a man appeared.

He first appeared beside Roxanne, kneeling next to her with a calm yet purposeful expression. With a gentle motion, he placed a hand over her wounds, his voice resonating with absolute authority:

“I command you to heal.” The Demonic Energy saturating the world responded instantly to his order, flowing like a submissive river. Roxanne’s wounds began to close rapidly, the bleeding halted, and vitality returned to her body.

“My love…” Roxanne murmured, looking at him with a mixture of relief and admiration.

Vergil, however, wasted no time. Before she could say anything more, he delivered a light but precise strike to the side of her head, causing her to pass out gently.

“It’s better she doesn’t see what’s about to happen here,” he said calmly, enveloping Roxanne’s body in a protective barrier made of pure energy.

As he stood, Vergil sighed, guilt briefly flashing across his features. ‘I was careless… My carelessness caused my wife to be hurt… I’ll forgive myself later, but… before that… I’ll eradicate the one responsible for this.’

His eyes, however, quickly shifted to Stella, who was still struggling to breathe under Ashborne’s cruel grip.

“Mother-in-law,” he began, his voice low but laced with a dangerous serenity, “what are the odds of me killing this bastard without Roxanne being upset with me?”

Stella, with the little strength she had left, managed to speak between ragged breaths: “She… will… be… happy…” Stella fainted.

Vergil tilted his head slightly, processing her words. “I see.”

His gaze returned to Ashborne, now carrying an intensity that made the very air around them vibrate. A faint smile curved Vergil’s lips as he took a step forward.

“It seems,” he murmured, “I’ll have to kill my wife’s father.”