Movira pushed the door open and entered, and what she saw was precisely the scene of Seraphina and Lina sitting very close together.
Her gaze briefly rested on their clasped hands, yet she said nothing.
She simply walked behind the desk with her usual expression—that was the seat that belonged exclusively to Seraphina—and sat down.
After a brief daze, Lina hurriedly made Seraphina release her hand, then looked up and met Movira’s gaze.
“You won’t be able to see Saint Eustacia anytime soon. Don’t worry. Go outside and adjust your mood.”
Seeing this, Seraphina also followed Movira’s words and said to Lina, “Mm. Also, I’ll give you a few days off for the near future. Rest well.”
Hearing this, Lina only nodded toward Seraphina. “Thank you.”
Toward Movira she merely swept her gaze over and simply nodded, then stood up and walked outside.
Movira didn’t care about this.
Anyway, it wasn’t just one or two days that Lina refused to take her seriously.
She was very clear that the only person Lina was loyal to was Seraphina.
Now only the two of them remained in the room.
Seraphina felt this silence and thought to herself, Not good!
She wanted to quickly find an excuse to slip away.
She always felt that Movira was about to “settle accounts after the autumn harvest” for her earlier behavior!
Yet before she could even move her feet.
“Come.” Movira’s voice rang out as she patted her own leg. “Sit over here.”
Seraphina stiffened.
Remembering that damned rule of not being allowed to say “no,” the words of refusal that reached her lips were still swallowed back down.
She tightly closed her lips, a thin flush rising on her face as well, and resignedly shuffled over, then somewhat awkwardly sat onto Movira’s lap.
Yet she sat up straight, not daring to let her back touch Movira at all.
Movira’s arm, as usual, wrapped around Seraphina’s waist and drew her deeper into her embrace, her chin resting on her shoulder as she inhaled her body scent. “Mm… so obedient.”
“Speaking of which, you gave Lina time off, so what about the piled-up official documents?”
Under this ambiguous situation, Seraphina was completely unable to truly maintain restraint and calm!
She worked hard to ignore the warmth coming from beneath her body and the presence of the arm around her waist as she answered:
“Mm… I-I’ve been thinking about this problem too… A lot of things do indeed need to rely on Lina to handle… However, it’s not as if there’s no solution. I plan to expand the management authority of the Ashen Corridor a bit. That should be able to share most of it.”
“Mm, thoughtful.” Movira had no objection to this and rubbed her cheek against Seraphina’s neck. “Then we’ll follow your decision.”
This appearance of completely treating herself as a “hands-off manager” made Seraphina unable to resist turning her head and looking at that peerlessly beautiful face so close by, asking with a bit of a chiding tone, “You, the great Demon King, can’t always just follow me! Following me in everything… What if one day my power grows large and I want to ‘usurp the throne’?”
“Usurp the throne?” Movira was stunned at first, then actually directly laughed in a low voice.
She tightened her arms, circling Seraphina even more tightly.
The vibration from her chest transmitted to the other, and her lips almost pressed against Seraphina’s outer ear as she spoke in a charming yet teasing tone:
“Of course there’s no problem! And it’s not that troublesome either. When the day comes that you want to ‘usurp,’ just tell me, and I can directly yield the position to you at any time.
I still want the entire Demon Realm to know your name! How about it? My dear… Demon King Majesty?”
The final “Demon King Majesty” was called in a lingering, winding way, carrying an indescribable allure.
This form of address and tone made Seraphina feel a wave of inexplicable shame, the temperature on her face also soaring as she quickly raised a hand to push at Movira’s head.
“Stop talking! Really… what kind of tone is that, spouting nonsense! I-I was just joking… Even if there’s a chance, I don’t have that kind of strength to sit securely.”
“No strength? No problem. When the time comes I’ll just be your personal bodyguard. With me here, who in the Demon Realm would dare to rebel against you!”
Seraphina was left not knowing whether to laugh or cry by this unreasonable scene and muttered softly, yet still shook her head. “Better not…”
“Hey~!” Before she could finish speaking, Movira interrupted her and poked her waist with a fingertip. “Did you forget the rules again? Didn’t you just say the word ‘no’ again?”
Seraphina suddenly reacted, widened her eyes, and turned her head to glare at her with puffed-up cheeks. “You! You’re deliberately setting traps to fish me here?!”
Movira laughed lowly and couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch her slightly puffed cheeks that had swollen from anger—soft like cotton. “My dear little sister, this is daily conversation, yet it’s also within the scope of the punishment! It’s you yourself who forgot to stay vigilant at all times.”
Seraphina immediately deflated, her little face also collapsing as she said in a self-abandoning manner with an ashen expression:
“Fine… I forgot. Then… what’s the punishment? Just hurry up and come.”
At this moment she looked as if she wanted to die quickly, no longer wanting to be threatened by this hanging sword blade and live in fear.
Looking at her appearance of facing death with equanimity, Movira instead wanted even more to prolong the time. “Sigh… don’t look so worried. The punishment… I temporarily haven’t thought of the specific content. When I’ve thought of it, I’ll tell you, okay?”
Hearing these words, Seraphina grew even more panicked.
What she feared most was precisely this—giving Movira time to slowly think, who knew what kind of strange and bizarre methods she might come up with to torment her!
Thus, driven by this worry, she didn’t even think and blurted out:
“No! You hurry up and think right now! If you can’t think of it then… then… mmph!”
The moment the words left her mouth, Seraphina immediately realized something was wrong and abruptly covered her own mouth, her eyes filled with regret and terror.
Movira quickly turned her head sideways, her lips almost touching the fingers covering her mouth, her voice carrying a languidness that made Seraphina panic: “Hmm? What did you just… say? I seem not to have heard clearly.”
Seraphina covered her mouth and shook her head vigorously, emitting a vague sound from between her fingers: “Mmph… nothing! I didn’t say anything!”
“Lying isn’t behavior a good child should have!” Movira used one hand to hold her shoulder and the other to pull down the hand covering her mouth, gripping it in her palm, her gaze burning as she stared at her. “Just now… did you say another ‘no’? Hmm?”
“Adding the previous one, and also at the very beginning when you questioned that I had no opinions of my own with that sentence ‘can’t always just follow me,’ heh heh, calculating it this way, you owe three punishments!”
“Three?!” The moment Seraphina heard this she grew anxious. “Where are there three! It’s clearly only two! How can that first sentence count! That one time at breakfast already… and now three more times! That will definitely break me!”
Movira had long anticipated this jumping-around appearance of hers and slowly opened her mouth to say: “How can it not count? If I say it counts, then it counts!”