Outside the Demon King’s Castle barrier, the utterly desperate hero Gerard stood drenched in rain,
feeling the cold seep into his heart, forced to watch as Emilia and Sieg fought through the night.
The two of them cooperated seamlessly from start to finish, as if it were natural, moving fluidly without any tricks or preaching lofty philosophies.
They simply followed humanity’s most primal desires.
Since neither had much experience, they were clumsy at first, groping for the way until gradually falling into rhythm.
Clearly, the exhausted Sieg was at a disadvantage in every sense of the word.
After all, a tired ox cannot plow broken fields.
He clutched his waist and shouted to pause for a break—“I can’t keep going, I can’t!”
The silver-haired girl sneered disdainfully, a trace of teasing flashing across her exquisite face.
“-APE……”
With a smooth motion, she lifted her skirt with slender, delicate hands.
Her long legs trembled weakly as she forced herself to stand, trying to keep her thighs tightly pressed together, but the burning pain persisted.
She involuntarily let out soft gasps of pain and gentle breaths, biting her lips lightly as she exhaled a warm breath.
Feeling the fullness inside her abdomen, she was somewhat comforted.
She gently caressed her belly, seemingly expecting something, fantasizing about the future.
She shifted her bare, jade-like feet a few times.
Her shoes had long since disappeared, leaving her looking weak and unsteady, almost collapsing—fortunately caught by Sieg, who sensed something was wrong.
Though his expression was unreadable, his eyes were filled with concern.
After all, a man cannot just put on his pants and abandon his responsibilities.
When the time comes to take responsibility, he will not back down.
He treated her as the most important person in his life—though she had already been important to him as a comrade, now she was his wife.
“Are you okay, Emilia? Sit down and rest properly. How old are you now? Don’t push yourself when you don’t even know your own limits.”
His voice carried a hint of reproach mixed with care as he gently guided her to sit down, treating her like a child, afraid she might get hurt.
He led her to the spot he had just prepared with magic, laying out a soft blanket for her to rest on.
Without his magic, the surroundings were truly unsightly.
Perhaps realizing what she was searching for, he softly asked, puzzled,
“What are you looking for?”
“Nothing, just looking for something.”
She replied quickly, still using her slender hands to search left and right, afraid she might miss something.
Her blood-red eyes scanned the area until she finally found it.
She held up a blood-stained white cloth, showing it before Sieg’s eyes as if to boast.
This was her first time—authentic—and she hoped it wouldn’t make him feel uncomfortable.
“I know, damn it, of course I know.”
It was clear Sieg had felt it.
Sitting cross-legged beside the girl, pressed close to her in every way, he was very comfortable and pleased.
A faint smile appeared on his face, his gaze growing tender as he looked at her.
He felt better below.
Raising his hand, he stroked her long, fair thigh, giving a gentle pinch, ready to lift her skirt…
But unfortunately, too much time had passed, and the barrier’s shielding effect had vanished, turning transparent once more, no longer obscuring the view.
What came into sight was heart-wrenching: Gerard, sniffling and tearful, glared furiously at him.
Even Sieg couldn’t help but soften.
If this situation were to continue, it would be nothing short of divine.
“I’m going to kill you, Sieg. How dare you lay a hand on my woman? Touch her, huh? I swear, I’ll torture you until you die. I promise, I promise!”
His words fell heavily as he stared vacantly at Emilia but still maintained a forgiving attitude toward her.
Like a pathetic dog, he constantly fantasized and adjusted his mindset, his eyes revealing pain and unwillingness.
After all, aside from Emilia, he had nothing; without her, he would be nothing.
“It’s okay. Emilia, he must have forced you, right? You’re probably in pain now, right? Wait for me to avenge you, wait. It’s okay if your first time was with someone else, but the second, third, fourth times will be with me. It’s okay, I forgive you, Emilia. We’ll take you back to the Empire. After all, you can only be mine.”
If you pieced this together with what he said before, it was like his left brain attacking his right—disjointed and incoherent.
It was obvious the hero’s mind had become a tangled mess, likely battered by unprecedented misfortunes, betrayed repeatedly even by those closest to him.
Life’s ups and downs had blurred the lines between fantasy and reality for him.
Inside the barrier, the two watched Gerard’s face change as if flipping a switch.
Sieg shook his head gently, looking at him like he was crazy.
When Gerard tensed his handsome face, furrowing his brows, Sieg couldn’t help but laugh helplessly, feeling a strange mix of confusion and disbelief.
He raised a finger and poked at the air.
He even felt a bit sorry for the girl beside him, recalling how she had cared for Gerard, causing a shiver down his spine.
“This guy isn’t sick, right? Has his brain short-circuited? One moment this way, the next that way—thinking about all sorts of things at once. Emilia, you really worked hard taking care of this lunatic. Thank you. If it were me, I’d have beaten Gerard to death a long time ago.”
“Sigh, it’s okay. It’s all in the past. I don’t mind anymore.”
Emilia gently shook her head, showing no emotion.
Her slender hands toyed with her messy silver hair that reached her waist.
While tying it up, she glanced at Sieg and teased him slightly.
“After all, I have you now.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
This made him smile knowingly before they returned to business.
The barrier was about to end.
“Time’s almost up. No more chit-chat. Emilia, you hide first. I’ll deal with Gerard. Don’t worry, I’m confident.”
His fists clenched tightly, power ready to erupt.
The healing effect had worked well, but time was short; otherwise, he could have fully recovered.
As for a complete restoration, it was impossible—the Demon King’s true form had been smashed to pieces, a shattered mess.
He could only assume a normal Demon King form, what people commonly called demonization, but that was enough.
You can’t wait for everything to be perfect before acting.
One must be willing to take risks; otherwise, you’re like a flower in a greenhouse, easily shattered.
Moreover, with the expectations of his beloved on his shoulders, he absolutely could not lose.
He prepared to clash head-on again, stretching his limbs as his bones cracked.
Emilia was still worried, not wanting Sieg to get hurt but understanding he had to face this.
Running away wouldn’t solve anything.
Only one would die between Gerard and Sieg for this fight to end—after all, they were both fighting for her…
She realized something incredible, lightly pursing her lips, her eyes flickering as she suddenly understood how deeply sinful she truly was.
“Be careful, Sieg. If anything happens to you…”
Emilia had meant to say if Sieg fell or died, she would immediately follow him in death, without hesitation, never allowing herself to fall into Gerard’s hands.
No reasons needed; it was an unspoken agreement between them.
But before she could finish, her words were silenced by his lips pressing against hers.
No more words could be spoken.
Their lips exchanged warmth.
When they parted, the barrier shattered.
He smiled with unshakable confidence reflected in the girl’s blood-red eyes, his gaze resolute.
“Don’t worry, Emilia. I will bring victory. We will win.”