Avira fell into deep thought.
Normally, the Dominator’s Seal would only activate when thoughts opposing the Demon King arose, and it generally wouldn’t trigger to punish her otherwise. Avira speculated that the previous Ophitia had been extremely harsh on her to ensure total obedience, activating it frequently—even when Avira hadn’t deliberately defied her orders.
But once Avira had fully fallen, the Dominator’s Seal seemed to lose all presence. After all, by then, Avira had truly adapted to her identity and regarded the Demon King as her everything.
Thus, there were only two possibilities for the Dominator’s Seal’s current inactivity.
The first was that Ophitia truly liked her and was indulging her thoughts. Over these past few months, the Demon King had cared for her with meticulous attention. Even from a human perspective, Avira would agree to Ophitia’s intimate invitations—not to mention that she didn’t mind her body, which Ophitia had already “played with” to the point of breaking several times.
The second possibility was that her consciousness had been subtly altered without her realizing it. She firmly believed she still had her own mind, but in reality, she had become just like the Demon King. Such things weren’t impossible; even without magic, psychological manipulation could reshape a person’s thought patterns—take that fool Savassen, for example.
Of the two, Avira was more inclined to believe the former.
For one, Ophitia’s attitude toward her was indeed like that of a normal wife. Secondly, if her consciousness had truly been altered, how could she even conceive of this possibility? Of course, though it felt a bit off, she couldn’t rule out that Ophitia had deliberately lowered her guard for some purpose—though that would be rather pointless.
Finally, Avira had an even better method.
A few months ago, she had gone to great lengths to inquire about her physical condition from the Holy Sword.
It wasn’t really about “physical condition,” since she wouldn’t get sick or be easily injured. The Holy Sword answered her questions like a calculator.
【Pollution Value: 37%】
This was the term Avira had coined to measure the degree of her demonization.
The figure wasn’t unacceptable—in fact, in the face of Ophitia’s sincerity, it didn’t seem so important anymore. But years of trials had made Avira ever vigilant; complete corruption might still overwhelm her.
Avira straightened her qipao, checked the mirror to ensure nothing odd was on her face, and returned to the bedroom.
Ophitia was already waiting there for her. Sure enough, the moment Avira stepped back into the bedroom, she sensed the Demon King’s power surging dramatically—she had absorbed Lace, fusing Lace’s soul into an egg in her belly that lacked bonding genes.
But wasn’t that a bit much?
Avira’s talent for sensing magic paled in comparison to the Holy Sword’s, but it was like facing a lake versus a true ocean. Even if she couldn’t measure the depth with her eyes, the salty, damp breath of the sea waves was unmistakable.
Avira was a transmigrator who had returned; unlike the Demon King, who needed to recollect the Seal, Avira had unlocked four pieces of Silver Feathers ahead of time through her inner force and various methods. Now she had reached the fifth.
Thus,
In Avira’s eyes, many so-called powerhouses were mere ants before her.
Yet the Demon King emanated the aura of a mighty beast.
As if she were a powerhouse who could stand equal to Avira.
Familiars meant a large portion of her power was under the Demon King’s control. But until tonight, Avira had still been confident she could defeat her and leave whenever she wished, based on her mood.
Now, she wouldn’t think that way.
It was like a lion encountering a more massive creature—an instinctive fear welled up.
“Avira~”
The Demon King smiled with narrowed eyes, a perfectly natural, joyful expression. If this was all an act, then no one in the world was more insidious than her.
Handing her body over to a fool wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Especially a controllable fool like Ophitia.
Ophitia wore her usual sleepwear, as one would after bathing. Avira had donned the qipao simply to repay her in some way.
“Thank you, Demon King.”
“These past few months have been wonderful for me, much better than before. I don’t know how to thank you, so…” Avira feigned shyness, her eyes deliberately fixed on the floor to make it more convincing.
Sure enough, Ophitia’s gaze locked straight onto her waist and legs.
A qipao was a garment that accentuated one’s curves, especially this one on Avira.
Ophitia was a female pervert who not only loved Avira’s face but also her waist and legs.
—This was Avira’s summation from recent days.
“Not at all—it’s Avira who’s always been thinking of me, hehe…” Ophitia hesitated before saying, “Besides, you look so beautiful today. Did you dress like this for me?”
“I just like this outfit. It’s not for you, Demon King.”
Avira saw excitement written all over Ophitia’s eyes and inwardly rejoiced. The plan was succeeding.
Of course, it wasn’t much of a plan. In truth, Avira had no intention of playing spy to extract information; she already had Ophitia’s trust. All that remained was to nurture their bond~
Avira didn’t throw herself directly into Ophitia’s arms. She sat on the bed, crossed her legs as per her recollections, placed her hand on her thigh, and made a cute expression… Though it would end with her offering her body anyway, this was supposedly more arousing for Ophitia.
“Master, are you hiding something from me? You can tell me now.”
In reality, Avira had no idea what the Demon King might be hiding; this was just a way to stir up Ophitia’s emotions more intensely.
“Wife, I’m not hiding anything from you~”
“I don’t believe you. Master must have done something guilty.”
“No way!”
Avira deliberately acted hard-to-get.
But Ophitia seemed to take it seriously?
Didn’t she know it was a joke?
Before Avira could explain, it was too late. Ophitia grabbed her arm and gently pushed her down. Before placing her hand on Avira’s belly, her eyes confirmed Avira’s attitude.
Any sign of resistance, and Ophitia would see it at a glance.
“Avira, actually… there are some things I’ve been hiding from you.”
“Eh…?”
Avira’s face flushed crimson, her breath catching as she prepared to be ravished by Ophitia. Then came this sudden line.
Damn it…
Sometimes, being too honest wasn’t a good thing.
