My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 338

Chapter 338: Queen of Witches.
Despite her eccentricity, the Witch Queen was someone who truly cared about her affairs, everything she did was simple. She wanted prosperity. Prosperity for herself and for all her witches spread throughout the world. That’s why she was the Neutral Faction.

She was not inclined towards ‘Evil’, like the Demons and the Fallen Angels. She was not inclined towards ‘Good’, like the Heroes, Angels and the Gods themselves.

In fact, nowadays she would associate more with Demons than with Gods. She detested them. Mainly because of their indifference to this world. Mainly… the Nordic Gods… She hated them.

“My daughter, tell me what you think.” The Queen’s voice cut through the silence softly, like an ancient melody that Morgana knew all too well.

There was a rare tenderness in that question. It was not an order from the sovereign of the witches. She was a mother trying to understand her daughter’s heart.

“I want you to be honest. Without hurting your ideal.” She added, with a slight smile that almost seemed human.

That grandiose and theatrical eccentricity that usually filled the air had dissipated, as if the room itself had understood that now was a sacred — intimate — moment. The woman before her, so feared and adored by so many, now only wanted to know: what do you believe? What do you feel?

Morgana blinked slowly, coming back from her own thoughts.

“Sorry… I got lost in daydreams,” she murmured.

“I know. You do that a lot. Even more so when you’re around that little one.” The Queen commented with unusual sweetness, her eyes sparkling.

Morgana remained silent, blushing slightly. She tried to control it — this habit of overthinking. But it was useless. She was made like that. Observant. Reflective. Complicated. She pretended not to be most of the time.

Behind the facade of the “bold and ruthless witch,” there was someone who pondered every word, every touch, every decision. And ever since Vergil had tasked her with taking care of Alice… she had become more involved than she would ever admit out loud. Much more.

Maybe that was the real reason she avoided talking about Vergil—she didn’t want anything to contaminate the fragile bond she was building between him, her… and Alice.

“He’s eccentric… but too reserved,” she began, staring into space. “Sometimes he seems to carry two souls in the same body. He’s gentle in an almost imperceptible way. He has deep feelings for those around him, but he seems to avoid contact with the world. With others.”

She sighed, her fingers intertwined. “He doesn’t even react to how I dress. I could walk in wearing tiny, cropped bikinis and he’d still stare.”

The Queen pursed her lips thoughtfully. “A family man… strong for those he loves. But alone, he would be just a wanderer seeking rest in the right arms.”

Morgana stared at her, surprised. “How did you—?”

“Go on,” the Queen said, raising her hand slightly, as if holding a fragile thread of sincerity.

“He trains without stopping. He lives more alert to dangers than to everyday life. He could command armies, but he prefers to deal with a few—the strong. In a matter of days, he conquered those three queens without the slightest effort…”

The Queen arched an eyebrow. “Playboy?”

“Totally,” Morgana replied, almost laughing.

The Queen smiled. “Are you in love?”

Morgana hesitated. “It depends.”

“With what?”

“If he ever gets excited about me.” she answered seriously, looking at her mother as if discussing the most logical thing in the world.

The Queen let out a muffled chuckle. “Hm. That’s easy, let’s face it, your body is very good for men. I just think you’re not hitting the right spot.”

“When did this become a session of love advice on how to seduce a man?” Morgana snorted, unable to contain an ironic smile.

“Since when are you so honest about your feelings?” the Queen retorted.

“Since I met that guy…” Morgana confessed, looking down.

The Queen arched her body slightly forward, satisfied. “See? Another important piece of information you left out of me. Rebellious even in love. But that’s okay… today I’m not here as the Queen. I’m here as your mother.”

Morgana pouted slightly. “Adoptive.”

The Queen stared at her, and for a moment the air seemed to vibrate with an ancient threat.

“Your. Mother.” She said in a sharp, definitive voice. Her eyes shone. “The one who chose you. Who raised you. And who will beat your head if you keep running away from it.”

Morgana swallowed hard, but smiled, resigned. “Okay, okay… mother.”

The Queen relaxed again, giving an almost maternal smile. “Good girl.”

The Queen leaned back on the throne, resting her chin on her hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“My daughter, if you want to conquer a real man… you need to understand something essential.”

Morgana was already rolling her eyes, but she crossed her arms anyway and waited.

“Men are simple, visual creatures. Even the most powerful. Even the most mysterious. If you want to capture that man’s heart—and other organs—” She snapped her fingers, causing a black glass goblet to float out of the air and fill itself with a golden liquid. “…you have to stop overthinking and start using the weapons you have.”

“I’m already using my weapons. Spells, smiles, charm—”

“—and none of it is working.” The Queen interrupted, smiling as if she knew exactly what she was saying. “You want him to see you, right? To desire you?”

Morgana, blushing, looked away. “…eventually.”

“Then listen to your old mother, because this will work.” She shifted in her throne, her eyes shining like crazy stars. “You’re going to wear bunny lingerie. Sexy. Cute. With those little ears, a ribbon around your neck… and fishnet stockings.”

Morgana’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re joking.”

“No. I’m saving your love life.” The Queen took a sip from her glass and sighed with satisfaction. “You’re going to pretend you’re just dressing casually or testing her out, letting a few things ‘slip’ by accident. You’re going to talk to him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.”

“That’s insane.”

“That’s classic.” The Queen smiled. “You’re going to plant the seed in his subconscious. A man who doesn’t respond to direct seduction might respond to the unexpected. He seems like someone who runs away from the obvious, but… what if he’s the one who accidentally saw you in that situation? What happens next? Ahhh…” She smiled with her eyes closed, as if she could see the future.

“That sounds like manipulation.”

“It’s not manipulation. It’s art.” She winked. “And you, my daughter, are a masterpiece. It’s time to learn how to use your own body with the same mastery that you use your charms.”

Morgana sighed deeply, massaging her temples. “If anyone else heard this conversation, they would call me desperate.”

“But you are desperate. You just don’t want to admit it.” The Queen laughed, a powerful sound, full of life and madness. “And you don’t just want his body. You want his gaze, his respect, his presence. You want him to see you. So the first step is to make him realize that you’re there.”

“You’re completely crazy.”

“Thank you. I’ve been trying for centuries.”

Morgana tried to hold back a smile, but failed. And for a moment, she really felt like a daughter, listening to her mother’s absurd — but strangely effective — advice.

“…Do you really think that would work with someone like him?”

The Queen smiled, this time with genuine tenderness.

“My dear… he’s a man. And you’re my daughter. It’ll work. Do you want the outfit? I must have it saved here, or I’ll make one by magic.” The Queen smiled…

[…Back to reality.]

“…” Vergil, after hearing all this, could only look at the woman in front of him, not at all embarrassed… “Was that all?…” He murmured…

Maybe the shock of what he had just heard was too great… “That… is it your mother’s?” He said, looking at the bunny outfit.

“Hm? Oh, yes. She lent it to me. After all, hers fit her body, better than looking for one on Aliexpress, it’s quite expensive.” Morgana said, placing her hands over the fabric and showing her cleavage. “It was very firm”

…”I…” Vergil even wanted to say something, but he couldn’t…

‘She got me really good…’

“I thought about lying to you, but I think that would be really bad. That’s why I was faithful. Do I deserve a reward?” Morgana asked, sitting next to him.

She slowly took his hand and placed it on her thigh… “Please?” Morgana’s eyes shone with anxiety.