“What happened between you two?”
Ophitia thought that her sister truly lived up to her reputation.
She had actually seen through it. Was it just because of my feelings for her?
At first, Ophitia had resisted. She had even developed the idea that even her own sister wasn’t as important as Avira, so she shouldn’t say anything at all.
She had chosen Avira.
But her sister wouldn’t get in her way, just like before. Oleniya simply had strong offensive desires, which often made her seem very dangerous.
Even stepping back ten thousand steps.
I can still protect Avira.
“We’ve met before, not in the past, but in the future…”
Ophitia recounted the events of the regression.
Her sister stroked her chin in silence the entire time. The air was deathly still; only the sound of the summer breeze tapping against the window could be heard.
“I understand.”
“Sister, I’m sorry. I didn’t choose you back then…”
“That was Little Tiya’s choice. How could I blame you for it?”
Her sister’s gentle smile finally put the Demon King completely at ease.
But in the next second, her sister suddenly turned stern:
“Even so, I still hold my previous stance. Avira doesn’t like you that much at all. She should have loved you to the point of no return, but your weakness prevented her from doing so.”
“But what should I do…?”
“Little Tiya, if something unfortunate ever happened to you one day, it would definitely be your own fault—because of your weakness… No, it should be called mercy and gentleness.”
Oleniya shook her head, but then smiled confidently:
“So, leave it to me~”
“Huh?”
“I know how to help you conquer this fool.”
—
“Mommy, your letter.”
After lunch, Lace hurriedly found Avira.
Avira took it and opened it. To her surprise, it was a letter from Maryvian.
“To my dear sister…”
As the wedding day drew closer, the “wedding gifts” Avira received increased.
However, all these gifts came from Atia, Selin, and the others. In fact, even Reviver Oka and Elisa had written her letters, and they had all met in person. In short, after the demons’ victory, these humans had started following Avira devotedly. If she wanted to sideline Ophitia, these four humans would be good candidates.
Of course, with the wedding approaching, they had become active… not to save Avira, but to celebrate and prepare gifts.
—I’m marrying the chaotic Demon King, and these guys are actually happy about it?!
And Maryvian was even more unreasonable.
The Residential District and the Royal Palace were only a kilometer apart—couldn’t she come in person?
Moreover, the content of this letter was the type that would give Avira a heart attack.
“Congratulations on your marriage to Lady Ophitia. As your sister, I am sincerely happy for you. I’m doing well, and Catherine is showing signs of recovering her sanity. She can now engage in simple conversations. We’ll probably set off next month and should be able to attend your wedding.”
Avira felt a bit dizzy.
She had once sworn in front of her dear sister that she liked the Demon King and had actively asked to become a demon, all to distance herself from these people.
Maryvian hadn’t accepted it at first, which was normal—humans helping demons was strange.
But lately, these people seemed enlightened and fully compliant. Maryvian showed no sorrow for Avira’s “sacrifice” and had simply changed her attitude!
Moreover, Catherine’s situation was special.
Avira made up her mind.
“Lace, take me to Maryvian!”
“Uh… huh?”
“Don’t overthink it. We’ll go see her directly.”
“Ehh—! Mommy, slow down, be careful of your belly~”
“I know. You’re as nagging as the Demon King.”
“I learned it from Mommy…” Lace muttered softly.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Considering Maryvian’s intelligence contributions even in normal warfare, Ophitia had specially allowed her free access to Tilves and the ability to disguise herself as a demon, as long as she followed Berika’s orders.
Before going to find Maryvian, Avira first sought out her subordinates.
—The Hero Squad.
They were in the northern part of the Residential District, just a few streets from the busiest market. There was a large mansion there, formerly the residence of Tilves’ exiled nobles.
Come to think of it, Avira realized her influence was even deeper than she imagined.
She had saved the royal family members, but they had used the map to hitch rides with groups of nobles’ carriages, forming a larger convoy than expected that escaped along back roads—and Ophitia had let them leave the city single-mindedly focused on getting Avira.
They sat in the living room drinking tea. When the door opened, the reflection from the teacups even dazzled Avira’s eyes, but it didn’t feel particularly special.
“Lady Avira~”
“Big Sis Avira!”
“Avira, welcome.”
“Avira…”
In short, it was these four.
They all smiled upon seeing Avira, showing no sense of crisis despite being deep in demon territory.
Though called the Hero Squad, they oddly rejected the Hero herself, so they had rightfully become Avira’s subordinates.
Avira didn’t stand on ceremony and sat on the west side, facing the window. Her left and right hands were the four girls: Oka and Elisa as a pair, Atia and Selin as another. Avira noticed they were even holding hands under the table—seemed like they got along well…?
“To put it simply, I don’t plan to escape for a while. I need to stay by the Demon King’s side longer.”
“Why? Did you realize you love the Demon King after all?” Selin tilted her head and asked. She was the only one in the room not hiding her demon aura.
“It’s not that… I owe the Demon King a lot. I want to repay her, at least until the children are born. So for this period, I’ll have to trouble you all.”
“No problem, we get it!” Oka said, propping her chin on her hand with a grin.
“Mm-hmm.” Elisa nodded.
Atia smiled too: “Of course we follow Lady Avira’s orders.”
Avira confirmed they were fine, nodded with a smile, planning to chat a bit before distributing rewards based on merit. But before that, she heard the sound of high heels. Turning her head, she saw a seductive demon figure.
The Great Sage, Molly.
She wore demon general-level attire, exposing her plump thighs and navel. Her slender yet curvaceous body was even more pronounced after demonification, without a trace of excess fat, making most girls envious.
“Lady Avira, why didn’t you wait for me~? I missed you so much.”
