Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: At the Demon King's Castle (1)
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...So for now, I've tamed the First Princess. There's still more to do, but it's basically over.
"It's only been a month, and you're later than I expected."
-The beginning is what matters most, right? I put in some extra effort. From now on, I'll spread the curse starting with Mercedes.
"Hmph. So when exactly do you plan to get your revenge and start scheming?"
-...Are you sulking?
"Not at all. Why would I sulk just because you didn't contact me for a mere 29 days?"
Valdes scratched his cheek apologetically as he exchanged words with the voice on the other side of the crystal orb.
Her head was half-turned, avoiding direct eye contact with the orb, her voice subdued, her tone prickly. On top of that, she'd magically floated the orb in the air and crossed her arms. If you ignored how it made her chest stand out obscenely, it was the textbook pose of an angry woman.
Every sign pointed to her being sulky. But given the Demon King's personality, she would never admit it.
As a ruler, the Demon King was always bold and merciful, but as a woman, she was incredibly fussy and demanding. Of course, through Valdes's rose-tinted lenses, she was lovable no matter what.
The fault lay entirely with him from the start, so he had nothing to say.
Even he thought a full month was a bit much.
-I'm really sorry. I had no choice.
"...If you're sorry, contact me more often from now on."
Her curt tone dripped with affection and longing for him.
If she were in front of him right now, Valdes was sure he'd grab her face and kiss her. Reality had them far apart, and he wouldn't see her for a while.
-Yeah, sorry. I love you.
"I... I do too..."
I love you.
Her whisper was softer than a breath. But it rang clear in his ears.
Embarrassed to say she loved him, the Demon King had turned her face even further aside. It was practically a side-profile conversation now. But thanks to that, her flushed cheeks were in plain view.
'Ah, what am I going to do with this adorable Demon King?'
He wanted to prepare a warp spell right then, but he held back.
"...A mission for just the two of you?"
-Yeah. A secret mission. Infiltrate a city while hiding as travelers.
"Infiltrate a city?"
A small team hiding their identities to sneak in. Scenarios flashed through the Demon King's mind in an instant. She picked the most plausible one and voiced it.
"...Spy hunt, perhaps?"
-Bingo.
"Oh ho."
The Demon King's eyes sparkled.
This was getting interesting. There were better ways to find demon spies. So it had to be another nation. Six countries dotted the continent, each with slightly varying descriptors but overlapping claims.
The Ventorino Kingdom to the east. The Ulstro Kingdom to the southeast. The Three Southern Alliances to the south. The Simon Holy Kingdom to the west. The Dezark Empire to the north and center. And the Northeastern United Republics.
"Pretty obvious, honestly."
-Right. We're heading out to investigate a suspect believed to be a Dezark Empire spy or collaborator.
Dezark Empire.
The undisputed strongest nation on the continent, hailed as the homeland of mages. Its territory alone dwarfed the others. Magic research thrived, and mages enjoyed clear privileges. It was the only one worthy of the title "empire" these days, built on that magical foundation.
The Dezark Emperor was quite greedy. For magic, wealth, and conquest alike.
"Surely there were plenty of revenge targets in Dezark too?"
-That grand archmage who supposedly died in a stupid accident was from there. And others with suspicious involvement.
"That old tower lord from the imperial magic tower. For someone called a grand archmage, his magic was underwhelming."
-His specialty wasn't combat. And the sheer number of magic circles set up in the castle before the final battle is proof he was preparing to kill me.
There had been thousands of them. Maybe even more he hadn't noticed. Setting up that many would've required effort and time, even with other mages' help.
"Must be disappointing."
-Nah, not at all.
"Hm?"
-Died in a magic accident? That sly old fox? No way. He's probably gravely wounded and recuperating, or he prepared some revival method. I passed the info to Irina, so she'll investigate thoroughly.
"Oh ho."
His lover, son, and pride— she never disappointed.
He'd probably just find the grave and burn it wholesale.
"But you left the investigation to Irina? I thought she was just relaying messages."
-Oh, I forgot to mention. I lucked into a black mage slave. Felt a waste to just tease her, so I sent Irina and her on a separate mission together.
The Demon King nodded.
Irina was top-tier talent. She wouldn't have been appointed Valdes's wet nurse otherwise. Using her only as a relay would've been wasteful.
Still, it made contacting Valdes trickier now, which was a slight regret. Face-to-face communication was nice, but it reduced frequency inevitably.
"So you're at an inn now?"
-Yeah, we left yesterday, so a few more days to get there.
"You wouldn't... share a room, right?"
-...Huh?
The Demon King turned to stare straight at Valdes's face in the orb. He looked flustered, though not blatantly—18 years together made it obvious.
Her eyes narrowed.
"You're really sharing a room?"
-No, well... it couldn't be helped?
"Is she next to you right now?"
-She's off bathing now.
A sigh escaped the Demon King's lips.
She'd braced herself when he said he'd get revenge through her lower half. It sounded ridiculous, but if it worked, it was effective.
But hearing it firsthand hit different. She was swamped preparing for war, while other women were with her lover.
She knew he liked women. Investigating his Hero days made it clear. Holding out with just her and Irina this long was impressive.
So her heart felt a twinge of unease.
Valdes was subtly affectionate. He talked big about enslaving them, but he wouldn't go too harsh. Possessive too—no pimping them out. Worst case, he'd make them dependent enough they couldn't live without him.
-Don't worry. I love you the most. The others, starting with Mercy sis—er, First Princess Mercedes—are just slaves, concubines at best. You're my principal wife, right?
The Demon King's black eyes widened.
Valdes meant it as comfort, but two words she couldn't ignore slipped out.
"Sis? What nonsense? A woman has only one child. And concubine? I don't recall hearing that term."
-......
The boy's words caught in his throat at her rapid-fire response.
The first was a slip from calling her that for two days straight. The second was bait about possible changes of heart. Her reaction was sharper than expected.
'Did I mess up...? Should've saved the concubine talk!'
-No, it's just a local term here. My apparent age is young, you know? And the other thing was just...
"Just?"
-...Hahaha.
Valdes laughed awkwardly.
Anything he said now would hurt her feelings. Better to take a scolding.
"Sigh, whatever. It doesn't matter much. My son is the future Demon King, destined to rule the continent. A concubine or two is fine. I just..."
She paused.
Saying "I love you" was one thing, but expressing affection or their relationship embarrassed her. Excitement loosened her tongue, but not now.
Still, she swallowed her shame and spoke.
"......I, your mother... just thought I'd like to have your child first."
-...If you were here, I'd pin you down and fuck you pregnant like crazy right now.
"S-Such vulgar words! ...But... not bad. My body too..."
The Demon King glanced around mid-sentence.
She was in the heart of the Demon King's Castle, the throne room. Where countless demons came to see her. But none entered without her command. No interruptions expected.
Confirming no demons nearby, inside or at the entrance, she lowered the floating orb slightly. Below her waist, enough to show Valdes her crotch.
With one hand, she slyly lifted the hem of her dress. The black fabric of fine material slid up, revealing her secret depths. Black lace intimates for their eyes only.
Her other hand pulled the fabric at her innermost crotch aside.
"...Since you seem to want it..."
-...Gulp.
The Demon King's lewd lower mouth gaped hungrily.
Valdes swallowed unconsciously.
Her pussy, panties, and pubic hair were all soaked. Not recent—long wet. The sticky love juices plainly showed her arousal.
-My Demon King... turned total pervert?
"Only in front of my son... Can you see?"
She removed two fingers from gripping her panties and spread her hole wide. Her slutty slit squelched lewdly, spewing juices.
"Lately, just thinking of you makes my... ah... slutty cunt drip like this. I want your thick, throbbing cock pounding me soon... ♡"
-......
Valdes wondered if he shouldn't warp back right now. How desperate was she to say this?
The shy Demon King fumbling dirty talk a month ago was gone. She'd practiced, no doubt. Imagining her alone in the bedroom, awkwardly rehearsing in the mirror—his lower half stiffened instantly.
"Hehe, can't see it, but I know your cock's rock hard. Tempted to come back yet?"
-Soon as Ulstro's done, I'll rush back and fuck you senseless.
"Music to my ears ♡"
Finishing Ulstro meant conquering the queen too. Probably another 1-2 months.
Their teasing would drag on, but his aroused face was fun. Using the precious comm orb like this was worth it. She wanted to try again later.
Though truthfully, she craved his real cock pounding her more desperately.
-Ah, Mercy's about to return. Gotta cut off.
"Alright. Contact sooner next time."
-Yeah, probably a few chances during the mission. And... I really love you.
"Y-Yeah. I... love you too."
Their love confessions ended as the orb dimmed. He'd cut first, but she heard his last words, leaving her pleased.
After the call, the Demon King stared at the darkened orb for a while. She'd tried acting nonchalant.
But her disappointment showed, unavoidable.
Nearly a month—exactly 29 days by her count. Face time? About 15 minutes. Like waiting a day for 30 seconds of him.
"...Can't be helped. Time for me to work too."
She licked the love juices off her fingers to clean them—then froze. A habit from sex with him. She knew it, but her body craved him badly.
Fixing her appearance neatly, she summoned her waiting subordinate.
Her duties included routine tasks, but preparations for the war in two years were no small part.
War demands much.
Soldiers, warriors, mages, commanders—human resources. Food, clothes, weapons—material ones. All consumed endlessly. You can't conjure them on the spot, so stockpile surpluses and build strength now.