The Demon King had indeed cried once.
Gabriella still remembered it clearly.
Back then, after losing too many subordinates and friends, the Demon King had finally been unable to suppress the raging flames in her heart any longer.
One day, she unleashed everything onto Gabriella.
That day she had been utterly furious, like a fire-breathing dragon, and had nearly hurt Gabriella.
She had even delusionally suspected that Gabriella was a traitor and almost killed her…
Yet in the end, she had been completely unable to raise a hand against a subordinate who trusted her utterly; even though that subordinate was human, even though she was the very human who had once nearly killed her.
That day, Isabella Seter had cried.
She had held Gabriella and sobbed, finally facing reality and realizing who in this world cared for her the most.
The scene was vivid, as if it had happened only yesterday: the Demon King, fresh from her rage, suddenly wrapping her arms around Gabriella’s waist, resting her face on Gabriella’s lap, and crying like a child while mumbling, “I’ll never hurt you again,” over and over.
Now, Gabriella too had come face to face with reality.
She was utterly incapable of laying a hand on the Demon King.
She could already picture the Demon King crying again, those aggrieved eyes of hers.
Acting on the anger in her heart would feel like kicking an obedient, well-behaved little kitten.
Of course, the Demon King and a kitten were very different; the difference being that the Demon King was far stronger.
Yet in front of Gabriella, that strength meant nothing at all.
“…Ah.”
She had not consciously accepted the so-called [Gift], yet her body was gradually starting to feel strange.
Right now, her eyes had already become one of the clearest markers humans used to identify demons: beautiful, clearly textured vertical pupils that only demons possessed.
Moreover, she discovered that with these demonic eyes, she could now see details she had never noticed before.
The fair, firm skin of Lady Isabella, and those wronged, watery eyes.
For a moment, Gabriella was dazed as she stroked Isabella’s hair.
“Lady Isabella… it was me who spoiled the mood. The one who should apologize is me,” Gabriella said softly.
Hearing this, Isabella let out a huge sigh of relief and gently placed her hands on Gabriella’s arms.
“I never imagined you’d be this angry. I should have confirmed your feelings first. I know you weren’t ready… I don’t want Gabriella to hate me.”
“Then at least act like a proper Demon King! When a lowly servant like me flares up at you, shouldn’t you suppress me instead?”
“But you’re my wife…”
Isabella mumbled under her breath.
“…”
Gabriella had absolutely no idea how to respond.
Right now, she just wanted to pretend none of this had ever happened.
As long as she did not accept the Demon King’s [Gift], she could treat everything as if it never took place.
She would find the perfect opportunity to resolve the kin transformation issue.
Just like how she had once cleared every quest in the game, everything would surely fall into place.
Up until now, all of this had merely been part of Gabriella’s scheme.
She simply thought the Demon King was an idiot; an easily manipulated tool.
A pitiful Demon King imprisoned by love: Isabella Seter.
Heh, how pathetic.
After coldly finishing those words in her mind, she suddenly felt much better.
A sweet smile bloomed on her face.
In a bright, gentle voice, she leaned close to the Demon King’s ear and whispered:
“Mhm, I am Lady Isabella’s wife~♡”
One fair leg slid onto the bed.
Ignoring the warmth in her lower belly, she climbed fully onto the mattress, wrapped her arms around Isabella, and began stroking that heart-shaped tail; pleasuring the idiot Demon King in her own way.
Yet unexpectedly, the Demon King seized the chance to turn the tables.
Before Gabriella could react, her lips were already enveloped in wet, warm softness.
So hazy and clinging when close, so reluctant yet satisfying when parting; utterly addictive.
“Nn…”
Isabella wrapped her arms around Gabriella’s shoulders and pressed for more.
Wait, Demon King, what are you planning to do to me? Are you going to [Gift] me again?!
“…Nn, guh, no!”
Gabriella gently pushed Isabella’s shoulders, trying to get up and away from the Demon King’s body.
But by the time she realized what was happening, that hot current had already slid down her throat and into her body.
Her full thighs, straddling the bed, trembled slightly.
She tilted her head back, fingers brushing the cherry lips that had just received warmth, and her face involuntarily flushed scarlet.
“Haa… haa… Isabella, you idiot…”
“Wifey?”
“I-I’m fine.”
It wasn’t Lady Demon King’s fault; she had simply been too eager to comfort her.
This kiss, and everything last night, had merely been strategic miscalculations.
If she thought of this world as the game she knew so well, then [Kin Transformation] was nothing more than a curse.
As long as she undid the kin transformation before it completed, she could avoid becoming the same species as the Demon King.
And!
No matter how things turned out, Gabriella was certain the current Demon King was already a puppet dancing in the palm of her hand.
The more she thought about it, the more flawless her plan seemed.
At that very same moment, outside the door, Liya; who had been anxiously waiting with the meal cart; finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The relationship between the Demon King and Lady Gabriella was still as good as ever.
What a scare~
Yet she still couldn’t bring herself to tell the two lovey-dovey ladies the news she had received from the frontline demon soldiers.
Elsa.
The Grand Commander of the Radiant Order of Knights, and the legendary younger sister of the Silver-White Sword Empress, was currently leading an army camped near the “Blackstone Mountains” of the Demon Domain.
And she knew full well about the unbreakable sisterly bond between Elsa and Gabriella.
Was this war truly going to be about honor and pride after all?
…
Meanwhile, within Elsa’s army, tens of thousands of holy knights had already crossed the towering mountain range and set up camp at the parched, desolate foothills.
The scorching land; grey mixed with crimson; felt like stepping on a heated iron plate.
Yet the moment they entered the Demon Domain and beheld the magnificent sky that glittered like a waterfall of starlight, even the knights couldn’t help but stop in awe.
“Grand Commander Elsa, what are your orders for our next move?”
Before the vast army, a commander knight clad in perfectly fitted silver armor and a blue cape strode forward and halted before another female knight.
Her ample bosom was accentuated by her armor; a special leather corset at her waist outlined flawless curves; tall boots rose over her knees, revealing fair thighs that, together with the short black skirt edged in silver plates, formed a breathtaking sight.
Silvery hair like satin was tied into a smooth ponytail, and she wore a sacred triangular mask, yet the graceful line of her chin hinted at the beautiful face beneath.
“I come by the mandate of the Holy King to subjugate the Demon King and take her head.”
Her cold voice was sharp as a blade, yet it ignited the hearts of the knights.
With Grand Commander Elsa leading us, we will surely win a glorious victory!
Though Elsa spoke thus, she still couldn’t help raising her head to gaze at the floating island high in the sky.
It had now been eight full years since her one and only sister disappeared.
Was she still alive?
Was she doing well?
“I will save you, I promise… Big Sister…” Elsa whispered in a voice no one could hear.
Can’t they live in peace? Elsa, just let your older sister go, she’s already living happily.