The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 50: Just looking at the bright side

Chapter 50: Just looking at the bright side

"Ooh..."

I stared at the marble the size of a billiard ball on the table. It glowed with a shimmering red light that reflected on the table’s surface in resplendent color.

Not gonna lie, it was pretty for a walkie-talkie—I mean, a long-distance communication device or whatever. You know, the one I said only worked between two devices?

It stood on a pedestal carved with a rune, I supposed to charge energy and activate the spell? There was another marble on Natha’s palm, glowing with the same red light.

If apologizing was his first agenda, the second one would be delivering this pseudo-phone to me, just like he promised before we departed for the festival at that time.

"Ahem—test...test..." I muttered in front of the marble, and my voice came through the other one nearly at the same time. I turned toward Natha, who was lounging on the couch watching me with a smile, and grinned.

He brought the marble in his possession close to his lips and soon, a deep, low voice like a whisper came from my marble. "Yes, sweetheart?"

Gah—it was right in my ear! It was like he whispered it right in my ear. Damn, it must have one of the best quality, seeing that the voice was clear without distortion.

"Do you like it?" he whispered further, and if it was a smartphone, I would have slammed the screen down as a reaction.

I couldn’t possibly do that with this expensive artifact.

And which one did you mean, my Lord? The device or the way you speak in a sultry whisper?

"Would...would it still sound that clear when the distance increase?" I asked while pouring mana into the rune in the pedestal, turning the device off.

The red glow vanished and the marble turned cloudy white. Natha put his device inside his spatial ring, and beckoned me to come back to the couch. "As long as there’s no mana distortion or spatial rift between our coordinates," he answered while reaching out his hand, which I compliantly took.

"What’s a spatial rift?"

He pulled me to sit on his lap, and answered with his head on my shoulder. "It’s like what it sounds—when there’s a dimensional crack in the space."

"And what is causing that?" I asked like a curious child, my fingers fidgeting between his dark strands. I realized that there were so many things I didn’t know about this world, and it had nothing to do with the fact that I was only transmigrated a few months ago.

I did receive Valmeier’s memory, but that guy was so selective about what he put in his head. The clearest things were always about the church’s teaching, the battle priest technique, and the dead priest who was basically his father figure. He remembered his colleagues, the soldiers of the frontline, even the dead ones.

But aside from that, if he held no interest in the topic, he wouldn’t bother to commit them to memory. I could barely recall his experience in the palace or with nobles, and the thought of the hero’s companions was blurry. His knowledge about things was abysmal, to the point that I understood this world more from remembering the novel’s content.

No wonder I couldn’t remember meeting Natha in the past.

"The common cause would be spatial magic, like teleportation, although it rarely caused a long disturbance, unless it’s a mass teleportation,"

Ah, that made sense, since teleportation used spatial magic to jump from space to space through dimensional channels. "And the less common cause?"

Natha’s smile turned deeper suddenly, and he answered with a dark laugh. "Otherworld summoning,"

For a few seconds, I felt like my heart stopped beating. The eerie tone he used while uttering those words made it feel like he was talking about me, and I felt like I was getting exposed.

For that duration, dread spread into my body, the fear that I had been pushing deep into some hidden corner in my heart.

"Sweetheart?" his cool hand rubbed my back, and I snapped back into the present.

"H-huh?"

I was half expecting he would look at me with coldness, just like the voice he used earlier. But he tilted his head with a frown, caressing my cheek. "Is it that distressing?"

What? I wanted to ask, but all I could do was stare at his worried face.

"It must have been a bad memory, huh?" he rubbed my cheek, which probably had gone pale. "That damn kingdom with their hero-summoning bullshit, putting your body in such state..."

There was a clear loathing in his tone, a faint growl deep from his lung, and for a second, his eyes were piercing cold. But it showered me in relief instead, as I finally understood that he wasn’t talking about me.

He must have sensed my dread and fear, but he thought it was because of the humiliation the kingdom faced upon me and the condition they put me in; a tattered body on the brink of death.

It put an automatic grin on my face. Other than feeling relief, it also made me happy that someone felt the same resentment I did toward the kingdom.

I mean, sure, a lot of people—or demons—probably hated them, but was there anyone that did it specifically for the injustice that I felt as I woke up with terrible pain all over my body—again?

Nope! No one did.

So I felt a surge of warmth filling my chest from his words.

"Oh, you’re smiling?" he pinched my cheek.

"You know..." I shifted my body to look at him better, circling my arm around his neck, "If I look at the bright side, it made me look for you. It brought me to you."

I saw the silver eyes ripple, and I lowered my face with a giggle, pressing my lips between his brows. I felt like I became brazen ever since I took that step to kiss him first on the attic’s balcony.

His grip on my waist tightened, and I heard his soft chuckle. "Mm...I’m supposed to be the one seducing you, but you’re doing it instead, my dear bride," he nuzzled on my neck and the vibration tickled my sensitive skin, sending me into laughter.

"I’m not!"

"You do~" his cool skin tickled me further, and I had to push him away with a laugh.

"Oh, good, you’re fine again," a voice came suddenly from the entrance of the sitting room where we at, startling me.

Zia sauntered inside, and seated herself on the couch in front of us. I jumped down from Natha’s lap, back to my original seat beside him, and asked her with a confused frown. "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean ’what’?" she pursed her lips while taking the cookie jar on the table and placing it on her lap. "You’ve been acting like your mind is stored elsewhere, you even had a fever,"

Damn snitch!

"Fever?" Natha raised his brow and lowered his voice.

Ugh—I hadn’t told him about that. No, I had no intention to tell him about that. It was such a pathetic and embarrassing event that I wanted to forget. By the smirk on Zia’s face, I knew she did it on purpose, damn succubus!

"When is this?"

Zia readily provided the answer. "Two days ago. It’s not my fault, okay? We even made him stay in the bed the whole day!"

Was this revenge because I ran out in the middle of her lecture this morning? I glared at her in protest, and she stuck out her tongue at me before putting a cookie in her mouth, as if preparing herself to see me suffer the Lord’s nagging.

"Um—about that..." I immediately prepared to defend myself, although I couldn’t lift my gaze from embarrassment and worry. But contrary to my and Zia’s expectation, I didn’t receive another lecture.

I received a hard, long kiss on my forehead, his hands holding my head tightly, but tenderly. He was no longer on the couch, his knees were on the floor in front of me.

"I’m sorry," he stroked my cheek gently. "I’m truly sorry,"

"No—I was..." looking at him like this made me flustered. I had no idea what to do, and just blinked stupidly.

"I did that to you," he caressed my cheek, sighing. "And I didn’t even know..."

What could I say if he put it like that? If I thought about it now, well...I did get a fever because he was all over me so aggressively that my inexperienced body and mind reacted rather...unseemly.

And then he left me abruptly and made me dream about the past, about my fear.

So...yeah, it was because of him, wasn’t it?

"Just...don’t do it again?" I bit my lips, smiling sheepishly.

I didn’t think I’d ever felt like that again, since I already made up my mind about my feelings, and I didn’t think Natha would do that again too, seeing how he lectured me about rejecting and getting angry properly earlier.

He took my hands and kissed them, silver eyes staring at me deep and firm, wordlessly saying he would never do that again.

"What is it? What happened to you guys?"

I sighed exasperatedly as the nice, tender moment was broken by the succubus voice, again.

"I’m not saying you’re not lovey-dovey before, but how do I say this..." she tilted her head, as if thinking hard for the right phrase. "You seem more...fluffy?"

"Fluffy?"

"Ungh...I don’t know!" she threw her arms and suddenly leaned forward with eagerness in her eyes. "What is it? What is it? Don’t tell me nothing happened!"

Well, something did happen, but I’d rather die than tell her. "What is it to you?"

"Why? Because I’m curious of course!"

"Then don’t get curious!"

"Oh, come on—"

"Zidoa," Natha cut our banter once he was back on the couch. "Don’t use us as material for your novel."

"Aah why~?" she wriggled in disappointment. "Don’t be stingy, Lord Cousin..."

...huh?

Now, wait a minute. So she wasn’t just a romance novel enthusiast, but a writer too?

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