The Demon King sat upon her throne with Sephine nestled in her arms.
Sephine buried her face against the Demon King’s chest, not daring to face the assembled ministers below.
“Why did you have to call me here…”
“There is good news. You should hear it.”
After the fierce battle yesterday, Sephine noticed her belly had grown even larger, and her breasts had become quite perky as well.
She looked as though she had put on weight, though she claimed not to mind it at all.
“Is that really Lady Sephine?” someone whispered below.
Suddenly, the room became noisy as the ministers began to chatter and discuss incessantly.
The Demon King felt her dignity being challenged.
She did not understand why these fellows dared to question her authority now, seemingly forgetting the most basic rules of conduct.
With Sephine unavailable to manage them, there was no one left to control the situation.
The Demon King had to take matters into her own hands.
“What? Do you have an objection?!”
In an instant, the room fell silent, leaving only a tiny, faint voice: ‘So mean~’
The Demon King frowned.
That voice was clearly right beside her.
She looked left and right but found no one who could have spoken.
Finally, she realized it seemed to be Sephine’s voice.
“What are you doing?”
“You can hear that? Wasn’t I saying it in my heart?”
“I heard that sentence, too!”
The majesty the Demon King had just established vanished in an instant.
Freyja, the Education Minister, covered her face with her hand to prevent the Demon King from seeing her doting smile.
Freyja had only seen scenes like this in novels and comics.
She never expected to witness it in person today, and she truly could not contain herself.
“Hey, do you have a death wish, Freyja?”
“I just can’t help it. The Demon King isn’t that petty.”
The one speaking to Freyja was the Great Witch Catherine.
Her relationship with Freyja was decent.
To be precise, among everyone present, Freyja was the only one she got along with.
Witches were very solitary and did not like making friends.
“Don’t you think Lady Sephine is adorable?”
“Tsk, tsk. If you ask me, the Demon King is quite ruthless. She turned that person into… well, that. I don’t know what kind of spell she cast, but Se—Sephine has turned into a total little wife.”
“Don’t worry about it. They have a good relationship.”
The Demon King tapped on the table, and Sephine fell silent.
It was finally time to discuss serious matters.
“Peter Edward, announce the information obtained from your interrogation.”
“Yes!”
“The man confessed to being a member of the heretical Cult of Mercy. He was lurking within the Academy because of orders given to him by the Bishop. Important information regarding the Cult of Mercy can be found in the Third Activity Room in the Academy’s basement.”
“After revealing everything, his Magic Power was drained, and he was killed. It is suspected that the Cult of Mercy placed a Soul Imprint on his soul; any disloyalty results in immediate death. However, we used certain methods to forcibly prolong his life just long enough.”
“Excellent. Next, send heavy reinforcements to guard that place. We will not rest until the mastermind is captured.”
“Freyja will be in full charge of soldier deployment. I leave it to you.”
“Yes!”
“Lord Demon King, I request to go with Freyja!”
Catherine raised her hand, volunteering herself.
“Granted.”
“The Demon King is wise!”
“Meeting adjourned!”
Everyone left the hall, leaving only the Demon King and Sephine behind.
Everyone knew exactly what they were going to do next.
One could tell exactly what kind of person their Demon King was just by looking at the clothes Sephine was wearing.
A pink dress paired with white stockings—like brown cones wrapped around white ice cream.
The Demon King was quite the connoisseur.
During the announcement earlier, her eyes had been wandering toward her lap, which was a bit excessive.
However, at least the Demon King was working seriously, so the ministers had no complaints. They only pitied Sephine.
Even though she was supposed to be on vacation, it seemed a heavy burden still rested on her shoulders.
It weighed about 63 kg.
“Freyja, don’t you think the Demon King is being a bit much lately? She’s clinging to Lady Sephine every single day.”
“Tsk, tsk. Are you jealous?”
“Pfft, don’t joke around. Me, jealous that the Demon King married that childish brat? Don’t make me laugh!”
“Eww, Catherine. Your expression looks worse than if you were crying.”
Catherine pulled a mirror from her pocket to check. Her face was indeed distorted beyond recognition. She calmed herself and looked again; it was much better.
As a witch, the most important thing was to maintain her beauty and Magic Power.
“Give it a rest! Who doesn’t know you used to stick to Lady Sephine every day back then? Back when she was still called Seth.”
“Who said that? Don’t spread nonsense!”
“Fine, I won’t say it. But I advise you to make peace with it. Lady Seth is pregnant now. Don’t fantasize about her changing back anymore. You might as well bet on whether Lady Sephine’s child will be a boy.”
“Shut up!”
Catherine used her hand to pinch Freyja’s mouth shut and pulled it hard.
“Mmph! Mmph!”
Seeing Freyja’s intense reaction, Catherine finally let go.
“That hurt!”
“Be quiet! Listen… what is that sound?”
Catherine seemed to hear a sound nearby.
It sounded very… inappropriate.
“Oh, that. You’ll know if you push the door open.”
“No!!! It’s impossible!”
“I told you to give up on your fantasies. Lady Sephine was shaped by the Demon King long ago. To dare do such a thing in a place like this… it seems Lady Sephine isn’t so proper after all.”
“Catherine? Catherine?”
Catherine walked away mechanically as if she had lost her soul.
She wanted to leave this heartbreaking place and piece back together the stalwart image Sephine once held.
But no matter what, she could not do it.
Now, in Catherine’s mind, Sephine would only ever be the blushing little wife with a big belly, hugging the Demon King.
And she could only watch from the sidelines.
Was this the punishment for a loser?
If she had known, she would have confessed to Sephine back in the military camp.
How could that despicable Demon King have stood a chance?
Damn it! That evil Demon King actually turned her male god into this! As expected, no one in the Demon Race was normal.
Catherine’s stereotypes about the Demon Race deepened.
“Eh? It’s Big Sister Freyja!”
“Oh, if it isn’t little Lifaliya? Are you looking for the Demon King? She’s still busy.”
“Then I’ll go to the Inner Palace and wait for her! Hello, Big Sister Catherine~”
“So polite. Hello~”
Who would have thought this polite and cute little girl was the sister of that perverted Demon King?
Catherine still preferred Lifaliya; she was much more normal.
“Hehe… Sister Sephine will definitely like this flower… If this continues… my sister’s wife will be mine…”
Until Catherine heard those words.
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