Gabriella slept all the way until seven in the morning.
When she opened her eyes, her mind still carried that lingering urgency of being late.
But the moment she remembered it was Isabella who had turned her into this exhausted mess, her movements slowed.
As the former personal maid and the highest-ranking leader of the entire maid corps, Gabriella had almost never been absent or late.
But now she had another identity…
Isabella’s wife.
At that thought, she finally relaxed.
Aah~ It’s all that idiot’s fault.
She accused me of seducing her, but who was the one completely lost in it?
And she kept whispering “more” all night… such an idiot!
After all, it wasn’t her fault for being filled with so much shadow.
Who knew Lord Isabella could be that intense?
“My wife?”
Hearing the rustling on the bed, Isabella cautiously poked her head through the bedroom door.
She looked at Gabriella with an extremely careful gaze, but the instant their eyes met, she immediately looked away.
Gabriella didn’t know what was going on.
She had been about to open her arms and welcome Lord Isabella, but the other woman was acting completely shy and embarrassed.
Seriously, what are you so confused about?
You pinned me down in your Evil God form, called my name with that dominating voice, stirred me up inside until I passed out, and now you’re acting like this afterward?
The Demon King really doesn’t know how to handle a relationship!
Gabriella decided she would have to take the lead.
“Lord Demon King~?”
Tilting her head, Gabriella slowly sat up.
The slight cover of the blanket accentuated her full figure, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.
Her long, snow-white legs slipped out from under the sheets and curled inward.
She tilted her head again and asked,
“Lord Demon King, what are you doing?”
“Mm.” Isabella nodded.
Of course she was confused.
After her memories began awakening, she had originally planned to make Gabriella like her even more—so much that she would never want to return to the Church.
She had thought of many ways to dominate Gabriella, to act more forceful, and to accelerate her demonification.
After all, the power inside Gabriella’s body was far too pure and strong; the corruption process was painfully slow.
But… none of it seemed necessary.
Because Gabriella just came to her on her own.
Yesterday, when even more memories awakened, Isabella had intended to hide it from Gabriella.
Yet Gabriella had come looking for her and even… helped soothe her emotions?!
Afterward…
“Gabriella…”
Isabella still looked incredibly hesitant.
Gabriella assumed she hadn’t been seductive enough, so she started to get up and go to Isabella’s side to ask what today’s Demon King was worried about—only for Isabella to suddenly push in a breakfast cart from behind.
She had prepared breakfast: just some slices of bread, sausages, cheese, and tomato soup, all placed on the table.
“I made you breakfast. How is it, Gabriella?”
“Eh?”
“Go on, try my cooking…”
Isabella helped Gabriella out of bed and tidied the nightgown she had thoroughly ravaged several times. But trying to “erase the evidence” right in front of Gabriella was too strange, so she simply stopped.
“Mm? Mhm…”
As the Demon King, Isabella very rarely cooked; she had far more important duties.
As her wife, Gabriella never demanded such things from her—it had always been her own job.
Today’s Demon King seemed especially enthusiastic.
This kind of situation…
Probably meant she wanted to be loved~
“Made by the Demon King herself?”
Gabriella teased.
She had already prepared a dozen ways to praise her.
“Of course! It’s all thanks to you, Gabriella. I feel great today… I can handle a lot more emotions now, and a lot of my power has come back.”
In truth, the moment Gabriella saw the breakfast’s appearance, she knew the Demon King had cooked it herself.
Because if judged honestly by maid standards, it would be a complete failure!
Gabriella would have severely scolded any maid who produced such a dish!
But the Demon King had probably never cooked more than a handful of meals in her entire life.
Gabriella still remembered that Isabella’s background was similar to many of the maids.
Her father and mother, both demon royalty, had died from a special illness.
The regent had then confined her to the inner palace like a gem locked away in the treasury—not even allowing her to take a single step outside.
Later, when she grew a little older and the royal family faced a crisis, the regent suddenly remembered that the teenage Isabella might be capable of solving it.
Thanks to her extraordinary magical talent and leadership, she eventually succeeded and became the new Demon King.
“Lord Isabella, it’s delicious.” Gabriella chewed in small, dainty bites.
Since it was made by Isabella, she would… forgive her just this once~
After breakfast, Isabella’s service still wasn’t over.
She quietly walked to Gabriella’s side, helped her stand, and changed her into a light, black dress.
The dress looked thick but was extremely breathable when worn.
Then came the black thigh-high stockings—having her legs wrapped up gave such a secure feeling.
Isabella combed her hair, massaged her shoulders—just like the tasks Gabriella used to do for her.
What a silly little Demon King.
Once Gabriella was fully dressed, Isabella gazed at her with the goofiest smile.
“My wife, you look so beautiful.”
“D-don’t say useless things like that!”
Gabriella’s face flushed. She clearly remembered thinking earlier that the Demon King didn’t know how to date.
Even when Isabella supported her out the door, she was still muttering softly,
“If I ever fully turn into the Evil God, you won’t dislike me, right?”
It sounded less like a plea and more like flirting. She clearly knew Gabriella could hardly leave her now, yet she still said things like this—was she trying to make Gabriella pamper her again?
Seriously, the Demon King had even learned how to act cute with her~?
But seeing the seriousness and the evasive look in her eyes, Gabriella obediently took her hand and smiled.
“I already told you—you’re the same person~”
This stubborn, silly Demon King.
But she was right. If I was the Divine Maiden and she was the Evil God, our past must have been filled with heart-wrenching conflict.
After all, we fought to the death.
The Evil God’s death had birthed resentment that became the demon race and the Evil Trees. Just how much painful obsession could make the Evil God hate so deeply?
She had to find a way to comfort the Demon King.
“Lord Isabella, if you remembered something from yesterday, can you tell me?”
By now, the two had unknowingly reached the office door. Just before pushing it open, Isabella clearly paused.
“I did remember… some things.”