My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 340

Chapter 340: Just a Rest.
Morgana took a deep breath, her heart still racing, and took a step back, looking away for a moment. Her face was still hot – not from shame at the costume itself, but from the honesty that had escaped in the midst of the provocation.

“Okay…” she began, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear, “…I’ll take it off.”

Vergil arched an eyebrow, but said nothing.

“Not because of that,” she continued quickly, pointing at her own clothes with a vague gesture. “I mean… not because I want to… well, you get the idea.”

He remained silent. And now he was clearly enjoying himself.

Morgana sighed, throwing her hands up in surrender. “Damn it, why do you make me so confused?! This wasn’t even supposed to be about real feelings!”

Vergil gave a slight smile. “Then what was it?”

She rolled her eyes, unable to contain a small nervous laugh. “It was just supposed to be a tease. A little theater with lingerie, maybe a touch here, a compliment there… and you falling to your knees, enchanted by my presence.”

“Does it work with others?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“What others, damn it!” she replied, with false theatrical arrogance. “I only have eyes for you… you never listen to anyone else…”

‘That’s good, otherwise I’d kill her and turn her into a demon just to make sure no one ever touched that blessed body,’ Vergil thought, looking at her.

She then turned around, walking towards one of the bedroom curtains where she could change her clothes. Before disappearing behind the fabric, she turned over her shoulder and said, with a mischievous glint in her eye:

“And next time… I promise not to forget the little ears.”

Vergil laughed quietly, shaking his head. “I appreciate that.”

“Oh, you’ll be sorry you didn’t take that chance.” Her voice was already coming from behind the curtain, where the subtle sounds of fabric being untied echoed softly.

“Maybe,” he replied, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “But some things… are worth putting off.”

“Right, I’ll let you change.” Vergil said, getting up from the bed with a practical look, but with a faint trace of amusement in his eyes. “I have other things to check anyway.”

He started towards the door with calm steps.

Morgana watched him for a moment, and before he left completely, she murmured in an almost unassuming – but purposefully audible – tone:

“If you wanted to see me naked… I would have let you.”

Vergil paused for half a second at the door, without turning around. A faint sigh escaped him – not a tired one, but one of those that hide a smile.

“I don’t doubt it.”

And with that, he left, leaving Morgana with a mischievous smile on her lips and her heart beating harder than she’d like to admit.

Vergil descended the stairs with the same calm countenance as always, still feeling the warmth of the previous moment with Morgana hovering in his mind. His serene expression hid a whirlwind of thoughts – but on the outside, he seemed impassive, almost bored.

When he reached the great hall, he found Ada sitting elegantly in one of the armchairs, a book floating in front of her as she stirred her tea with a silver spoon without touching it. Katharina was standing by the window, arms crossed, staring at the horizon with her analytical and attentive eyes. Roxanne was lying face down on the back of the sofa, swinging her legs in the air with apparent boredom, while Alice was drawing concentratedly on the floor with magic pencils that floated around her like little colored comets.

Vergil paused for a moment, watching them all. Then, like someone who decides to gather information before something explodes, he spoke:

“Where are the others?”

Ada didn’t even have to look up from her book to answer, her voice as firm as ever: “My mother, Raphaeline, is still in isolation. Her training seems to be coming to an end anyway. Hey told me you heard noises coming from the training room.”

Roxanne spun around on the backrest and raised her hand as if she were in class:

“My mother, she’s all excited about organizing the banquet for the demon kings. She almost dragged me along, but I narrowly escaped. Even though I wanted to taste the sweets that were going to be distributed at the feast.”

Katharina turned to him, always precise:

“Mine and Sepphirothy are talking to Amon. They said it was an important matter, probably something to do with the Witch Queen. Considering how Morgana broke the news, they went to inform Amon immediately.”

Vergil was silent for a moment, looking at each of them.

With a heavy sigh, he walked over to the main sofa and let his body fall onto it as if gravity had finally won.

“And what’s left?” he muttered, sinking into the soft upholstery.

The girls looked at each other, not knowing exactly how to answer that philosophical question disguised as boredom.

Vergil closed his eyes and said, his voice low and definitive:

“I’m going to sleep.”

…

The magical lights cast a dull glow on the polished stone walls. The place was silent, except for the occasional crackle of a bluish flame that floated in the air, contained in floating lanterns.

The obsidian table in the center was surrounded by three chairs. Amon’s was at the top – and that’s where he was, reclining, eyes half-closed, intently observing the two women in front of him as if he were watching a duel about to begin.

Sapphire, as always, maintained her rigid, almost military posture. Her long red hair was tied up in an impeccable bun. There was an icy aura around her that seemed to intensify with every word she spoke.

“I’ll be clear,” said Sapphire, slamming her hand on the table, her voice sharp as glass. “Letting Vergil have any kind of conversation with the Witch Queen is a mistake. No matter the context. No matter the justification.”

On the other side, Sepphirothy leaned back in her chair, her legs crossed and her expression neutral. Unlike her colleague, she didn’t seem pressured in the slightest.

“You hate witches, Sapphire. You’re not exactly impartial.”

“Of course I’m not. And you should know why too. Do you think this ‘Neutral Queen’ is doing all this out of good will? Witches always have ulterior motives. Always. They act in the dark, they feed on uncertainty. And she… she’s too close to our center.”

Sepphirothy rested her chin on her hand, thoughtful.

“She’s dangerous, I admit. But denying any closeness… leaves us blind. If Vergil can talk to her, understand her limits, map out her intentions… maybe we can turn a threat into a resource.”

Sapphire snorted.

“You want to turn her into an ally?”

“Not exactly. But maybe it’s smart to treat her like a piece that can be moved… instead of a bomb waiting to explode.”

Sapphire looked at Sepphirothy… “You’re not going to do what I think you’re going to do.” She said.

“Hm?” Sepphirothy looked confused.

“You’re going to make it comfortable for Vergil to use that trick of his.” Sapphire said.

“What trick woman?” Sepphirothy questioned.

“The Vergil Effect” Sapphire said, “The damn effect that makes any crazy woman want him for the simplicity of simply being him!” She spoke…

Sepphirothy looked at her… and sighed…

“May I ask why you’re here?” Amon said sighing heavily, “You do what you want, you never ask for an opinion, so why the fuck are you here?” He asked nervously.

“Ah…” Sepphirothy and Sapphire said.

“We’d end up fighting, in front of you we avoid it, so it’s better this way. We don’t want to destroy the Underworld in an exchange of punches, you know?” They spoke literally at the same time.

Amon looked up and sighed. What else could he do?