Chapter 137: Olivia has made up her mind

Isabella saw her wife’s weakened body and felt her heart ache immensely.

She gently licked Gabriella’s earlobe, hoping to improve her wife’s mood.

“I’m sorry, wife, it’s all my fault for turning you into this.”

“It’s okay.” 

Gabriella said, panting. 

Even though her voice was already very fragile, it was hard to associate it with the former Silver-White Sword Empress.

Gabriella had her own little schemes as well.

She could tell at a glance which dishes were made by her mother and which were gourmet creations personally cooked by Lady Isabella.

The specialties she hadn’t tried were her mother’s handiwork, while the ones she’d seen many times—and which looked a bit clumsy—were definitely Lady Isabella’s.

The stir-fried ribs were somewhat spicy.

However, as she ate them, Gabriella only found them very sweet.

As long as she praised the Demon King’s cooking, given this idiot’s personality, she’d definitely make it for me every day~!

Moreover, though she used to find it a bit distasteful before, now it tasted delicious.

Truly.

Gabriella usually preferred to cook herself, but just like any other work, giving birth was certainly a skill in its own right!

Still, it seemed to have been misinterpreted as her acting spoiled, which also benefited her master in a way.

Several pink bubbles popped up above her head.

“Isabella, my master, you have to take re-spon-si-bil-i-ty for me~”

Plan successful! Hmm, I know it all! Seeing Isabella so obedient and compliant, Gabriella thought she was responsible too—she had to take responsibility for me~

Gabriella wrapped her arms around Isabella’s nape and, summoning all her strength, gently rose to kiss her on the lips.

Though she soon sank back down, what followed immediately was Isabella leaning over for a “pursuit attack.”

The two became entangled, shadows flowing down her throat and into Gabriella’s body—even her soul—replenishing her haggard form with more nourishment.

Ah~

In that moment of sweet convergence, it felt as if another layer of blanket enveloped her cold, delicate body, causing her to involuntarily let out a comfortable, soft sigh.

Kissing the evil god in front of Mother— is that really okay?

Would Mother misunderstand? Of course not~

Because her master was helping her, how could it be about liking shameful things?

“More, Master, I want more.”

“Wife.”

At the same time, Olivia, standing on the other side of the bed, sank deeply into thought.

Earlier, she had clearly seen that during the sweet kiss, Gabriella had accidentally made eye contact with her, as if saying: “It’s okay, Mom, I’m fine~”

It seemed like the evil god’s mockery toward her, having her fallen daughter personally tell her that she had already plunged into the abyss.

If it had been a few days ago, she would indeed have thought that way.

Now, she just felt an itch at her neck.

This seemed like an ominous sign.

Her daughter’s shadows had taken root and sprouted within her body, absorbing more magic power and enslaving her. 

She could sense this evil force attempting to invade her body, though it was much gentler than she had imagined.

“Um…” 

Olivia let out a soft moan.

Suddenly, she felt that the demons weren’t so bad after all.

At least her daughter was happy, and the residential palace where the evil god dwelled was far more comfortable than the heavenly oracle hall.

No prejudices, no excessive rules—just sweet emotions between one another.

For a brief moment, Olivia even understood Gabriella.

Falling…

How could this be? 

How is it possible?

Seeing the two about to become completely entangled, she immediately left the bedroom and closed the door.

Olivia began to imagine that the next time she saw Gabriella, she might be even more fallen than now.

The corridor was dim, with warm, eerie blue torches illuminating her hesitant face.

Olivia suddenly remembered something important: the matters involving Simona and Philina.

Right now, it seemed they were planning how to save Gabriella.

And Philina was ready to lead the troops at any moment.

What choice should she make?

If war broke out, what would happen?

Gabriella would surely follow the evil god and go to war against the humans.

This slice of beauty would vanish entirely, replaced by years—or even decades—of warfare.

Gabriella was already pregnant; she had said she didn’t want her daughter to be drawn into the flames of war.

Thinking of this, Olivia began wiping away her tears.

She wasn’t a qualified mother.

This was also one of the reasons she had accepted the evil god.

“…My precious daughter.”

Her neck was still itching, but Olivia ignored it.

She needed to go find Simona now.

Olivia descended the stairs, only to collide head-on with a maid.

The maid was tall and statuesque, her plump figure emanating an aura of shadows and dark magic even through her thick maid uniform—like another apostle loyal to the demons.

Olivia recognized her. 

“Miss Simona?”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s about human affairs… I want to talk to you.”

Olivia hadn’t expected things to be so coincidental.

Honestly, when she saw the tail trailing behind Simona, she subconsciously felt that everything was already too late.

Was there still any need to explain further?

Yet she quickly came to terms with it, and strangely, she felt a hint of relief regarding Holy Queen Miss Simona’s predicament.

The two went to a corner of the rest hall to converse, where Simona brewed her a cup of tea.

Before the topic began, Olivia noticed that Miss Holy Queen seemed quite popular.

Just moments ago, many maids had cast envious glances in their direction, and when the two maids sat together, it was as if they had become the center of attention.

Olivia couldn’t understand the maids’ thoughts—could they all be lesbians?

Naturally, the matter was left unresolved. “Olivia, Miss Saint Son… what’s wrong? Weiya, Miss Saint Son.”

You must know about the human affairs as well.

Olivia was momentarily stunned, then nodded in acknowledgment.

The Four Saints and the priest corps were pressing at the gates, and the knight orders were eager for a revenge battle.

She didn’t know how to broach the subject; she couldn’t just say to Miss Simona, “I’ve betrayed humanity now too, so let’s not fight,” could she? Simona stood on the human side—saying that would violate the Holy King’s will and disrespect her character.

Olivia’s eyes narrowed slightly; she knew this conversation would be serious, but when it came down to it, she would still consider things from her daughter’s perspective.

The air seemed to freeze.

Nearly a minute passed before Simona broke the silence first. 

“Miss Saint Son, Philina… is in the changing room.”

“Hm.”

“What?”