Chapter 134: The Only Way

Avira did not want Ophitia to be sad.

In truth, they both knew each other’s thoughts well, so there was no need to explain further.

They were merely worried that their mutual hatred from the actual cycles of reincarnation would affect their current feelings.

It was both a challenge and a trial. Since it had happened, there was no need to keep avoiding it.

That was what Avira thought, so what she needed to do now was simply to please the Demon King.

It was like a bird that had been injured, proactively licking and bandaging her wounds. Though it could not solve everything once and for all, it was the most efficient action.

“Avira, if our relationship was actually very bad, with countless grievances between us, even having taken important things from each other multiple times, how would you view me?”

“Demon King, I cannot change reality, but as long as you reshape my consciousness, you can prevent all that from happening. You can do it anytime, right? And even if I regained my memories, I would not leave you.”

“…Then I’ll begin.”

Ophitia’s gaze was resolute.

She also hugged Avira, and her hands began to emit light and demonic energy.

To Avira’s surprise, the master’s Demon Essence did not make her feel abnormally hot all over or trigger sensitive danger signals. Ophitia’s Demon Essence only replenished her strength, and it brought a comforting sensation of being wrapped in warmth all over her body.

However, compared to the Mental Pollution she was about to face next, it was insignificant.

Ophitia had always refused to use this technique.

Before coming to the bathroom, Avira had even specifically asked the hidden Holy Sword what Mental Pollution was like, and the simple answer it gave was—a technique that modified consciousness and common sense in a short time.

Unlike magic spells like fireball, Mental Pollution could be a vast mental attack or a precise modification of an individual’s common sense and consciousness.

However, Avira’s flattery was just to proceed step by step. In the end, her consciousness would recover, and if worst came to worst, she could have Aina cleanse the pollution—definitely not by exchanging it for death!

“Mental Pollution.”

Ophitia said softly. At the same time, her hand began to stroke Avira’s head, gently massaging under her wings.

Demon Essence was invading her brain; this must have been the process of Mental Pollution. It seemed like a profoundly deep consciousness alteration.

“Avira, now, for you, being toyed with and kissed by me is the most pleasurable thing.”

The next second, she was kissed.

Ophitia’s kiss was very pure. She did not like overly complex foreplay; from the start, she danced over Avira’s vulnerable parts. The water splashed rhythmically, and the bird-like sounds Avira made became the perfect accompaniment. Ophitia’s hand rested on her waist, slightly parting the softness beneath that smooth surface. The buoyancy of the water made it easy for Avira to wrap herself around Ophitia. Her folded wings spread slightly, and those crimson eyes gradually lost focus.

Kissing was the most important thing~

Thus, when Ophitia released her, Avira proactively pounced forward. It felt as if some force was making her realize that actively kissing her master was the greatest honor in the world. Even if the other hand was still toying with her, she had to be even more proactive.

“Avira?!”

A hint of shock appeared on Ophitia’s face. The next second, she was pushed down under the water by Avira, who even held her face. The Avira from before would not have been this proactive.

If it were Mental Pollution, all this would seem normal.

But in reality, Ophitia had not used Mental Pollution at all.

Avira’s behavior was just like being under control! That was why Ophitia was so surprised.

She had originally thought Avira was just flirting playfully, so she had only said it verbally.

“Master, are you happy~? Hehe, I feel so good right now.”

Avira proactively released Ophitia. Joy filled her giggling face, like she was drunk or had just woken up not long ago—her whole body felt limp and soft. Her wings stirred up splashes in the water, drenching their wet faces.

“Mm…”

“What’s wrong, Master? Let’s continue kissing~”

“Avira, I will never leave you either.” Ophitia replied, proactively kissing Avira.

—

A few hours earlier, Catherine rushed to the Royal Palace’s Infirmary at her fastest speed upon receiving the order. According to Lady Avira, Lady Molly was waiting for her there.

It must have been about Freyna.

She had slightly misunderstood Avira’s meaning and accidentally “taken down” Freyna.

She had not thought too much about it at the time.

If Freyna could turn into a demon and join their side, it would be perfect.

The Holy Church’s side would also be resolved easily once Freyna fell.

This viewpoint had arisen entirely from Lady Molly’s guidance.

Holding her breath, she opened the door.

The spacious Infirmary had eight beds, each separated by curtains, just like in a hospital.

Molly, the tall, glamorous woman dressed in a maid outfit, walked out from the innermost bed and approached Catherine, smiling gently.

“Catherine, good evening~”

“Lady Molly.”

Catherine knelt on one knee.

“You must obey Avira’s orders. As I said, she is a key member in reviving our Demon Race. In the future, our Demon Race’s mission to convert the entire world will rely on Lady Avira~”

“Yes, I understand. Lady Molly is my master, and Avira is Lady Molly’s master.”

Catherine smiled too.

“A proper master—you’ve even learned to tease me? Whatever.”

Molly turned around and glanced toward the bed. With a casual wave, glowing pitch-black magical chains appeared in her left and right hands.

One chain connected to the center of the Control Collar around Catherine’s pristine white neck.

The other chain connected to Freyna!

Freyna slowly walked out from behind the curtain, her eyes vacant, like a brainwashed puppet wearing a collar.

“You’re awake?”

“She’s not awake. I just summoned her. Don’t worry, it’s not necromancy.”

Molly eyed Freyna greedily, licking her cherry lips. This woman in a white undergarment and a demon clan’s short leather skirt was right up her alley.

“Go on, be with Catherine.”

“Yes.”

Freyna let out a soft hum.

Suddenly, Catherine’s legs went weak. In an instant, Freyna also knelt down.

Their lips were only two finger-widths apart.

“Lady Molly, what are you doing? Ah…”

A jolt of electricity made Catherine’s whole body go soft. She let out a soft moan and unexpectedly embraced Freyna. She held the warm little hand of this unconscious girl, her face flushing red.

“I’ll turn you both into Shadow Demons, my Familiars. This is the only way to save Freyna.”