Watching Gerard outside the Demon King’s castle, shamelessly showing affection with Emilia like a dog, he couldn’t help but wish to replace Sieg on the spot—to let Sieg enjoy Emilia’s love, to feel her warmth, to savor her scent. But unfortunately, fantasies are not reality.
He could only grit his teeth and clench his fists, watching the two together like this. Damn it… being cuckolded right in front of his eyes.
When have I, Gerard, ever suffered such humiliation?
If I’m going to lose Emilia, I’ll make sure to take something back from her… definitely… tightly gripping his manhood beneath him.
“I’m going to kill you, Sieg.”
After saying that, a low growl escaped him. It seemed he had just thought of something, a sudden flash of insight. He took a deep breath and found the winning weapon.
He continued pounding on the barrier, trying to remind the silver-haired girl, extremely serious.
“Emilia, he’s the Demon King, he’s the Demon King.”
Obviously, Emilia didn’t bother to respond. Not even a glance of disdain was spared. She completely ignored Gerard, treating him like air, as if he didn’t exist. At this moment, her eyes belonged only to Sieg, every movement made for him. Perhaps she had found some hope—the hope to survive.
Though she was willing to die with Sieg, a love martyrdom, wouldn’t it be better to live together? Maybe even have children someday… Yes, that would be nice, really nice.
“Um… Sieg, can you listen to what I have to say? This is really important. Maybe we don’t have to die, seriously, I’m not joking.”
“Oh.” The once dejected Sieg suddenly perked up, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes. It was clear he was puzzled, uncertain, but he said nothing and chose to trust her. Then he raised his hand, trying to expand the barrier a bit—it was too narrow.
Gerard, caught off guard, was forcefully blasted away.
After all, talking like this was really awkward. The two of them were almost face to face, the corridor right at the interface—any breath exhaled was felt. It wasn’t unpleasant exactly, just strange, and… well… just weird.
Better to keep some distance. People need a bit of space to feel comfortable. If you cling too closely all the time, boredom and disgust will come quickly, no matter how close the relationship. Distance is the key to lasting.
With this thought, he quickly expanded the space within the barrier to the size of a bed—not too big or small, just right. Much better than before, at least they wouldn’t be forced to stick so close together.
Having done all this, Sieg quietly asked, without doubt or mockery, his eyes full of trust.
“Do you really have a way? Emilia, death is my last option. If there’s a chance to live, I want to live—provided it’s with you. After all, I promised to bring you home.”
Even if every chance and opportunity to return home had vanished, even if surviving meant drowning in despair and confusion, or struggling forward with no idea when he’d ever get home, he held no certainty.
Until he looked up at the girl, as if seeing a ray of dawn after a dark night, and found his answer.
He smiled softly and stretched. With her by his side, his life wouldn’t be dull and dark anymore. He’d finally found a reason to live.
Though he thought this, he didn’t say it aloud—too shameful, too unbelievable. If Emilia heard it, the consequences would be terrible. She might be so excited she’d ascend to another realm, or worse, Gerard outside might get hung up and beaten.
Back to reality, Emilia immediately sat cross-legged, biting her lip and folding her arms, ready to explain everything clearly to her beloved. She didn’t know if it would work, but even if not, there was no harm in trying.
“Sieg, do you remember what I said before? About the holy water? This next thing is related to that holy water, but it might be a bit extreme, so I hope you won’t mind.”
She chose to set the groundwork first so the main point would be easier to introduce. Sieg looked somewhat puzzled, expression blank. He thought deeply for a moment but didn’t outright refute or question.
After all, if Emilia said that, she must have a serious reason or idea. No doubt about that. Stroking his chin, he considered other possibilities.
His eyes lowered slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.
There was no way she was joking with me now. If she really was, teasing me… then she must experience what it’s like to be a woman before she dies.
If my “brother” misbehaves, corporal punishment is necessary.
He wouldn’t retreat now—if it was time, then so be it. No jokes, just a set of moves showing off a man’s prowess, in every sense of the word.
That thought brought a slow but meaningful nod from him.
“Of course I remember. You don’t mean you want to help me recover my strength now, do you? Because… I still remember that incident. Emilia, I should’ve executed you on the spot back then. I really regret it, deeply regret it… I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance.”
It was clear Sieg was teasing, sounding playful but never revealing any ill intent. He silently praised himself, thumbs up—what a genius he was.
It wasn’t that he was shy or putting on an act. When you’re close to death, who cares about these things? But lacking experience, a little shyness was normal.
“I do,” she said, “Brother, I do. We can do it right now, Sieg. That’s basically the point. Looks like we’re on the same page—doing… that kind of thing is hard for me to say too.”
Her cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke, happiness blossoming in her smile. Her small hands fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, as if acknowledging this explanation and proving its feasibility.
“Besides, didn’t you say before? That my holy water could restore your strength? I was thinking, if we do it like this, wouldn’t the effect be even better—”
Before she could finish, Gerard hurriedly returned, crawling over the barrier like a pesky remora, pounding his chest and stomping his feet. It was obvious he had heard their conversation, his whole body spinning, incredulous. Probably realizing something, he started shouting in despair, tears and snot flowing.
“I object! I object! No, no, Emilia, why would you do such a cruel thing to me? Wait, is this your first time? You say all this, but I can tell, Emilia, a beauty like you—my first time should have been with me. Don’t push me anymore, I really can’t take it! Ahhhhh! I love you, why does this hurt so much? I love you so much, but you treat me like this—ahhhhh!”
“Gerard… you.”
Unable to bear it any longer, Emilia finally responded, her tone icy as frost. Inside the barrier, she pushed Sieg down forcefully, regardless of his consent. She was going to do this no matter what—ready to force her way.
Her stunning blood-red eyes didn’t even spare Gerard a glance, full of possessiveness as she stared at Sieg. He was about to become her first man.
The past of being toyed with by a goddess flashed through her mind—painful memories, no happiness. She had always hated Gerard, only forced a smile for the mission, worked hard for him… only to be abandoned in the end. She smiled faintly, as if all of it was just a fleeting cloud.
“Honestly, I’ve always hated you, Gerard. If you don’t mind, just watch. I can’t stop you anyway.”
With those words, the barrier inside began to blur, leaving only echoes behind.
In the end, with all his strength spent, he could only see their shadows moving up and down…