The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 72: Talking about wealth doesn’t mean constructing a prenup

Chapter 72: Talking about wealth doesn’t mean constructing a prenup

As the first sliver of sunlight entered through the window, the silver eyes blinked open and the thick eyelashes around it fluttered. They gazed at me for a while, in a daze. When they regained clarity, a smile cracked on his lips, and his cold hand found its place on my waist, pulling me closer.

"My sleepyhead sweetheart woke up before me? How miraculous," he chuckled in a deep, hoarse voice. It sounded thick, like syrup. Delicious. Making me want something sweet and fluffy for breakfast.

Closing his eyes again, he pulled my head into his chest, cradling my head, and I could hear his steady beating heart. Hesitatingly, I sneaked my arm around his torso, and pressed my face to him, feeling the comforting coldness of his skin.

"This is bad," he hummed while caressing my hair. "I’m tempted to just spend the day in bed with you,"

Personally, I didn’t mind. Unfortunately, I knew he was a responsible Lord that worked six days a week. But I was feeling mischievous and bratty, so I tightened my arm around him, and the sound of his laughter made his chest vibrate against my cheek.

I couldn’t help the giggling sound coming out of my lips, and the next thing I knew, I was on my back, and the Lord’s handsome face was hovering above me.

"Don’t seduce me too much, sweetheart," he said lightheartedly while leaning down to give me a morning kiss. "I’ll really do it you know, and then they’ll fire me."

I tilted my head in confusion. "Can they fire you even though you’re still the wealthiest?"

"I can’t stay rich if I don’t work," he smirked and started nuzzling my hair and neck.

Huh—wasn’t he the one who told me not to seduce him? What are you doing now, my Lord?

"But...do you have to be the Lord, though?" I asked in genuine ponder. I mean...he already had a Lair, and as the wealthiest demon, he should have enough money to last a lifetime even without working.

The Lord Castle was nice, but living in his Tower, just enjoying peaceful life...seemed like a nice option too.

Perhaps we wouldn’t have to mind others’ eyes then. Others’ opinions about me. Just like inside the greenhouse, where we could feel like the world belonged to just us.

"Even if you’re not rich..."

Yeah—I didn’t exactly know how wealthy he was, but even without that...just living in a secluded place without anyone to disturb us was...

In the middle of my silly thought, I suddenly realized that Natha was staring at me silently. "W-what?"

With eyes that gaze at me deeply, he smiled and leaned down, kissing my swollen eyes, my blushing cheek, my forehead, my chin, even the tip of my nose. "I can’t spoil you if I’m not rich, though," he whispered against my lips.

"I don’t need to be spoiled!" I pouted unconsciously, since I felt like he treated me like a child.

For that, I received laughter and more kisses, but he deliberately avoided my lips until I grabbed his face and caught his lips myself. He laughed into the kiss for a second, before diving hard into it, placing his hand on my nape to pull me deeper.

He only released me after I grew breathless and ended up in a panting mess. He caressed my hair while I managed my breath, smiling relaxedly with that charming face.

How annoying.

"Didn’t you say it; that I wouldn’t be able to have the Amrita if I’m not rich?"

I gasped, suddenly remembering it. "Oh, that’s right!" how silly—perhaps because it had been months since I felt sick? I almost forgot about it.

Also...I hadn’t ingested it for quite some time.

"How much is it anyway?" I suddenly got curious. It was something that could only be obtained after cultivating the finest ambrosia for hundreds of years. And based on how the Hero and his new companion would look for Natha because of it in the future, it seemed like there was only one bottle in the world. "Are you the only one who has it?"

"No, the Elf King has another bottle," he said, pecking my cheek for the last time before finally getting off me, and climbing out of the huge bed. "Only the highest quality ambrosia could produce the elixir attribute nectar, and only high-elf light blessing could sustain highest quality ambrosia."

Whoa...as expected of the almighty cure.

"So how much is it?" I dragged myself to the edge of the bed while asking again.

"Hmm..." Natha smiled subtly while snapping his fingers to summon that bell sound from somewhere. "It’s not something that can be evaluated with tangible money. I traded it with something that the elven royal needed, that’s all."

Ugh—it just inflamed my curiosity even more. But I also thought about the hero, and how they think asking Natha for the Amrita would be easier than asking the elven king.

Either they were desperate or delusional.

"More importantly," he was suddenly in front of me again, kneeling between my feet and looking up with a smile. "I know you don’t need to be spoiled, but I want to do it anyway," he pinched my chin, and damnit—how could I not blush at that?

"Also, about being a Lord," he stood up then, smiling rather sourly. "It was a deal I had to make in the past, so I couldn’t help it."

Seeing the weird expression on his face that felt like a mix of joy and sadness, I wanted to ask more about it. But before I could, someone knocked on the bedroom door, and a servant came with a tray of drinks after Natha gave them permission. I forgot about it soon after, while drowning myself in the blissful taste of herbs and honey, something I had grown familiar with and couldn’t live without now.

I even forgot about the fact that Natha didn’t question me about the way I cried myself to exhaustion last night.

Especially since for the first time, I witnessed Natha in his formal working attire.

Natha had always been neat, but his usual clothes could be considered casual ones, particularly if I compared them with human noble’s attire. He only wore a simple shirt and outer coat, mainly. Sometimes with a vest suit. But never something too complicated that seemed to be hard to move in and about. And even with those simple clothes, he already looked imposing—in a charming way.

But now I watched him wearing a dress shirt, with beautiful cufflinks in the shape of wings, and—oh my god—garter belts to keep things sharp and neat and steady and I guess...sexy? I had no idea this kind of thing could make me excited. They were all soon getting covered by a set of his formal suit; double-breasted, black, silver buttons that connected with a chain to a medal and a pocket watch—you know, like a mix of gentleman and a military commander. I glanced at the decorated coat hanging neatly on the dresser, waiting to be worn after he finished his breakfast.

I couldn’t help but stare, watching him fasten each link and button, pulling his sleeve sharply, and tying his hair neatly. I found out that in this getup, he placed the green pendant on his high collar, as a brooch, and it got me biting my cheek in embarrassment.

"There’s something nice about being stared at so intently while getting dressed," he commented teasingly.

I still stared at him even then, at how the suit wrapped around his torso so neatly, showing off his sturdy, imposing physique. "I’m trying to see if I can help you get dressed next time, since you don’t use any servant to help," I made an excuse, and I got him paused and stared back at me with raised brows.

"My, my," he walked toward my chair, and hold my jaw to lift my face so our eyes met. "So eager for your wifely duty already, my dear bride?"

Couldn’t he let me have the last word for once? I pursed my lips and he pulled me up with a laugh. "I like that idea of you dressing me," he said, and then added in a whisper, "...although I much prefer you undress me instead."

For god’s sake!

* * *

So he really did choose to have breakfast with me in his quarter.

We didn’t have it on the balcony like yesterday though, but on the dining table in the living room. There was a corner with a tall glass window overlooking the garden—not the one that catered to me, but the one that could be visited by those living in the castle.

I asked him repeatedly whether it was really alright, and he also answered repeatedly that it was alright.

"Although..." he pondered for a moment while slathering a sour purple jam that I liked on a fluffy bread for me. "There might be visitors."

"Visitors?"

He put the bread on my plate while smiling warily—it was rare to see him look exasperated, kind of interesting. "You see, I have some...unruly people under me,"

I paused putting the bread in my mouth and placing it back on the plate, blinking at him as my sense was filled with premonition.

"They liked to barge into my private quarter like it’s their playground or something,"

"Mm..." I turned toward the door then, as Natha massaged his temple. "Like them?"

Just as the words left my lips, the living room double doors burst open, showing two energetic figures, who energetically call out to Natha. "My Lord!"

With a sigh, Natha replied. "Yeah, like them."

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