Naberus, lowering his voice, immediately spoke and put on the veil. Still, in the manner befitting his strict lord, it seemed he intended to maintain decorum.
After all, covering the face with a veil is not the custom of mere humans but of the Bains.
“Regarding the duties…”
Only after Naberus had veiled his face did Beleled shift his gaze. Beleled, who had been pondering what I had to do, turned his body toward the annex.
“It would be best to handle it in the annex.”
Naberus, who had been keenly observing Beleled, was surprised.
He noticed that Beleled’s attire was somewhat disheveled. At the sight, even the other demons who were in the annex held their breaths.
Just how intense had the battle been?
The misunderstanding only grew.
“When shall we clean up the main building?”
Naberus asked. If a demon of Beleled’s caliber had fought, then tidying up and reviewing the aftermath would be a valuable experience.
“….Clean up?”
Beleled, heading towards the annex, slowly looked back at Naberus.
As Naberus was struggling to find the source of the brief discomfort that flashed across Beleled’s face, Beleled’s voice dropped.
“Around noon would be good.”
The morning sun is already up, isn’t it? Unwittingly, Naberus looked back at the sun.
Could it be that some traces of potent magical power remained? If so, demons with significant rank differences entering could also be threatened for survival.
“…..?”
Naberus concentrated his attention towards the main building as much as possible, considering the slim possibility, but sensed no lingering murderous intent.
Instead, he felt an appealing magical power.
Is the saintess still alive?
This must be the magical power created by the saintess’s fear….
Aha!
In that moment, Naberus realized Beleled’s deeper intent.
“Understood.”
He bowed his head, hiding a smile. Truly, His Excellency is wise.
Humans are creatures full of thoughts. The more they are left alone in a terrifying situation, the more fear and despair seep out.
Having demonstrated his power last night, the saintess must be trembling in fear by now. He’s clearly leaving her be to draw out even more fear and despair!
He grinned and nodded his head. Indeed, he firmly believed that he was the only one who understood the deep intentions of His Excellency.
The conversation between Beleled and Naberus was also heard in the annex. It was loud enough for demons to hear with their keen hearing.
As the demons were about to disperse upon seeing Beleled approaching the annex,
“Handmaiden.”
Decarabia suddenly spoke. The faces of the demons who had to become the handmaidens of the saintess due to the bet hardened. However, upon hearing Decarabia’s next words, their expressions turned blank.
“I’ll do it too.”
“Excuse me?”
The questioning demon was far below Decarabia in rank.
Therefore, receiving Decarabia’s glare, the demon immediately lowered its head.
“I apologize!”
But it was only natural for the demons present to be puzzled.
Isn’t Lord Decarabia the winner of the bet? He had the longest time bet, five hours.
Yet, he was volunteering for the penalty.
“Any objections?”
Decarabia asked. At those words, the demons held their breath. The only one who could possibly refute her was Ronove, who was higher in rank.
But Ronove was equally puzzled. Decarabia was a demon whose thoughts were generally inscrutable, but this time even more so. All that could be confirmed was a peculiar interest flickering in her eyes.
This must also be her desire.
Respecting desire, as a demon should, Ronove didn’t inquire further.
“Very well.”
Decarabia gracefully left her seat, lowering a veil intended for a bride over her face.
“…For now, prepare to enter the main building with Decarabia. The time is noon.”
Watching her, Ronove issued the command in a decisive voice, like a general entering the battlefield.
“Yes!”
The demons collectively bowed their heads.
Several hours later, Decarabia, along with a few demons, entered the main building where the bride was.
Although they covered their faces with veils according to custom, they internally wondered if it was really necessary.
“…?”
However, the main building was quiet. There were no traces of battle, nor any vicious aura.
Even when they got close to the honeymoon suite where the bride should be, it was the same. Even Decarabia had a puzzled expression.
“…We will enter.”
To anyone watching, they did not look like visitors paying respects to the head of a household. Rather, they appeared as if they were on an assassination mission.
—Rustle.
A faint presence was heard from inside, a languid one that had nothing to do with battle.
“…?”
As the demons looked puzzled, Decarabia simply opened the door.
“Wait…!”
What would they do if there were an ambush from inside?
However, what Decarabia and the demons saw was neither a gruesome battlefield nor a terrified bride.
Beneath the gently falling fabric, the appearance of the bride made them pause, marked as she was with ardent traces.
The demons all felt as if their thoughts had come to a sudden halt. The only one who had spent time with the bride was the Archduke of Demons, Beleth.
Then the vivid traces of desire that remained on the bride’s body were all….
They couldn’t continue speaking. Could it be that the Archduke had actually spent the night with the bride? Really?
The evidence was right before their eyes, so they had no choice but to believe it.
“…I will escort you this way.”
A woman who had been with Archduke Beleth! This wasn’t a problem whether the other party was a powerless human or a bride.
There was a seismic shift occurring in the hierarchy of the demon world.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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