Isabella felt a wave of panic.
She had been worried all along. After Heavenly God Cress helped Gabrielle restore her Holy Body, would she try to take her away?
She had been testing the waters carefully, but unexpectedly, it was Cress who had opened her heart first, while she was still trying to figure out Gabrielle’s feelings.
Isabella was hesitant.
Because she couldn’t stay in the bedroom for long during the day, she had far fewer opportunities to talk with Gabrielle.
She could only do so at night… but by then, Gabrielle was often already asleep.
And just a short while ago, Heavenly God Cress had even brought up the topic of “marriage” in front of Gabrielle.
Yes…
That was the wedding between [her] and Gabrielle—proof of their love.
But in the end, Cress had mentioned “eight years ago,” the moment when Gabrielle’s memories had been erased and she had been brainwashed.
Erasing her memories could be considered a “punishment” for Gabrielle.
However, when Gabrielle revealed all of this in front of Heavenly God Cress—her own mother—Isabella suddenly had the terrifying feeling that Gabrielle was tattling on her!
She immediately panicked and instinctively wanted to hide.
For the first time, she felt genuine fear toward the Heavenly God, and it wasn’t because of her power.
After thinking it over, Isabella spoke decisively.
She even had a premonition that Gabrielle was about to tell Cress everything that had happened recently, then part ways with her and return to being the Heavenly Envoy she once was.
“Can you… not tell Cress about the pregnancy?”
She had lost so much already.
The one thing she didn’t want to lose was Gabrielle.
Or rather, she had already lost her once before. She didn’t want to lose her a second time.
Seeing that Gabrielle still looked hesitant, she became even more anxious.
“I’ll do anything. Just don’t tell the Heavenly God about this, okay?”
“Eh?”
Gabrielle tilted her head, looking as if she didn’t quite understand the situation at all.
“This is between us. I can handle it. Wife… I can explain everything to you. I can do anything for you.”
“Master, you’ll do anything for me?”
Gabrielle’s eyes turned playful and teasing.
Isabella hesitated for a moment.
“If that’s what you want.”
“Mmm, good.”
Gabrielle agreed readily.
Surprisingly, Isabella lowered her head, seemingly waiting for Gabrielle to give her an order.
Gabrielle could hardly believe that the girl standing before her was the Evil God whom all humans and Heavenly Envoys described as a devil.
She had been wrong.
Gabrielle realized she had been completely mistaken.
She used to think the Evil God and the foolish Demon King were very similar.
Now it was clear—they were exactly the same kind of idiot.
If she ever divorced Isabella, the girl would probably cry her eyes out.
Just like right now.
Her face showed hesitation mixed with a faint, almost imperceptible nervousness.
Her wide eyes looked a little lost, as if she were silently praying for something.
Gabrielle touched her cherry lips and sat in a seiza-like position with her hands resting on her thighs.
“Come here.”
It was like a cat waiting for its owner to come and caress her body.
Isabella obeyed.
She carefully walked up to Gabrielle, lifted her head, and looked into those blue-moon-like eyes.
For a moment, she actually felt afraid.
“Master~”
If she were in her demon form right now, the tail behind Gabrielle would be wagging excitedly from side to side.
Isabella couldn’t read Gabrielle’s mood. She simply waited to hear what request Gabrielle would make.
Then, Gabrielle knelt down in front of her.
The cross patterns in her eyes became unfocused.
She leaned forward, her waist arching into a beautiful curve.
One hand supported her body while the other grabbed Isabella’s wrist. In this position, her chest looked even fuller.
“Master, will you reward me?”
“Eh?”
“Master, you’re so mean. You didn’t come see me during dinner and just left on your own… You’re not even helping me stabilize my magic power. So mean.”
“Mmm…”
Only then did Isabella realize that Gabrielle’s magic power was still in a chaotic state.
Right now, she desperately needed her help.
That’s right.
If she was truly [her]—the Demon King—why was she hesitating like this? Why had she forgotten that Gabrielle was her dependent?
Even though Gabrielle wasn’t a full “Apostle” yet, she had already fallen to her dark magic power. Her soul had been partially eroded.
In other words, Gabrielle was now extremely dependent on her.
But what about her?
Even though she claimed she wanted to “conquer” Gabrielle, she kept hesitating.
She was failing to live up to Gabrielle’s expectations.
“I-I understand.”
Isabella nodded firmly.
Stabilizing magic power was something she could do easily.
This wasn’t even an order—she had intended to do it anyway.
Gabrielle must be wanting to be pampered~!
She wrapped her arms around Gabrielle’s neck and pulled her head into her chest.
Then, she lowered her head and kissed her.
With Cress gone, she was much bolder.
The shadows she poured in even overflowed from Gabrielle’s mouth, flowing out from the corners of her lips like mist.
They dripped down onto her fair thighs and the bedsheets below, forming nine beautiful patterns.
Although Gabrielle wasn’t in her demon form, the curse ring around her neck began glowing at this moment, making her look like a radiant god of light being defiled and judged by evil.
“Mmm~”
The Evil God wasn’t punishing her. The slight suffocating feeling only made the kiss even sweeter.
When they finally separated, Gabrielle let out a soft moan.
Her eyes looking at Isabella had become hazy.
Even though the weather wasn’t particularly warm yet, she felt incredibly hot.
Shadows flowed throughout her body, and her Holy Body accepted all of them.
“Success?”
Isabella murmured to herself.
Isabella felt incredibly refreshed because her Authority had devoured a portion of Gabrielle’s power—the power of the Holy Body.
She then tried to channel the power she had swallowed from her mouth down her throat, into her stomach, digest it, and finally gather it into her tail.
It was a tail entwined with shadows, carrying the pure and powerful energy from Gabrielle’s Holy Body, now tainted by darkness.
“Master’s… Authority?”
“Gabrielle, we have a deal.”
Gabrielle looked at the tail held in front of her, parted her cherry lips slightly, and leaned forward.
“Hehehehe~”
In the corridor not far away, light footsteps approached in a slight hurry.
The little maid hurried along under the moonlight, muttering “I’m going to be late,” as she quickly reached the bedroom door.
Her brown hair was tied in a single braid that hung over her shoulder and swayed in front of her chest as she jogged.
A few hours earlier, Holy Saint Murphy had received orders from Heavenly God Cress to temporarily guard Gabrielle in her place.
If anything unusual happened in Gabrielle’s bedroom, she was to report it to Olivia or Heavenly God Cress immediately.
But before she even reached the door—still nine body lengths away—Murphy suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She widened her eyes.
From inside the bedroom came soft “mmh… mmh” sounds.
It sounded exactly like two people were kissing.