My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"I have a question," Vergil said, deftly dodging a strike from Katharina. She was insistent on training under the pretext of "staying in shape," but Vergil suspected she just wanted an excuse to hit him.

"Ask away," Katharina replied, flexing and lightly bouncing in place as if warming up her legs. Her toned thighs seemed to shine from the effort, making a deliberate display of strength—maybe more than she truly possessed.

"Is there someone I should be worried about?" Vergil asked, advancing to set up his next move, but maintaining a casual tone, as if discussing the weather.

"Runeas Gremory, without a doubt."

The answer didn't come from Katharina but from Roxanne, who was sitting calmly a few meters away, indulging in a generous slice of sweet cake next to Ada. Ada, meanwhile, seemed utterly unconcerned, chewing away while scrolling through videos on TikoToko.

"Gremory... Is that the woman you said was clingy?" Vergil asked, momentarily glancing at Katharina, who sighed heavily, already exasperated.

"Yes, that's her. Clingy and with a remarkable talent for destroying everything she touches," Katharina replied, crossing her arms as though this was a topic she preferred to avoid. "But wait... How do you even remember that? I thought you didn't pay attention when I complain about other women."

Vergil shrugged, his tone as nonchalant as ever. "I don't. I just remember because I lost interest in her." He cast a provocative look at Katharina, expecting her to attack again, but realized the "training" session had apparently come to an end.

"Ah, yes… the famous 'green gem' I mentioned before. My mother said she's the Dragon Empress. But in the demon world, they insist on calling her the Red Dragon Emperor." Katharina paused, thinking for a moment before adding, "It's confusing, I know."

"Dragons don't usually have genders, Katharina," Ada commented, not lifting her eyes from her phone as she continued to scroll through short TikoToko clips.

"Really?" Katharina blinked in surprise, momentarily derailed from her train of thought.

"Yep," Ada replied flatly, while Roxanne let out a muffled laugh, still occupied with her cake.

Katharina crossed her arms again, adopting a more serious tone now that the training session seemed officially over. "In any case, Runeas Gremory is a problem. And there's one thing you need to remember, Vergil: don't touch her. Under any circumstances."

"Don't touch her? Why not?" Vergil raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Her skin is corrosive," Katharina explained, gesturing dramatically to emphasize the gravity of the situation. "Literally. Anything that comes into direct contact with her starts to dissolve, like acid. Clothes, weapons, even magic. I saw it with my own eyes. Once, she destroyed half a ballroom just because someone accidentally brushed her arm."

"Corrosive skin, huh?" Vergil repeated thoughtfully, glancing at his own hands as if visualizing what could happen. "Interesting. But if that's the case, how did you deal with her before? Don't tell me it was just by talking."

"Of course not!" Katharina exclaimed, indignant. "I kept a safe distance, obviously. And I used a magical protection artifact to make sure she couldn't touch me. You have no idea how much work it takes to deal with someone like her. And she still pretends to be friendly!"

"Friendly, with acid skin. Sounds contradictory," Vergil remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"It's not contradictory; it's strategic," Ada interjected, still not looking up from her phone. "She pretends to be approachable, but in reality, she's just waiting for someone dumb enough to get close. It's part of her game."

"Exactly!" Katharina pointed at Ada as if receiving moral support. "And you, Vergil, are not going to be that someone. If she tries anything, keep your distance. And don't even think about playing the curious hero."

"Yes, yes, I get it," Vergil replied, raising his hands in surrender. "No touching. I'll keep my distance."

"Better that way," Roxanne chimed in, finishing off another bite of cake. "Because if something happens to you because of that woman, we'll be the ones dealing with the fallout."

"And it won't be pleasant," Katharina added, narrowing her eyes at Vergil.

Vergil chuckled softly, glancing at the three women. "Understood. No touching. Runeas Gremory, corrosive and dangerous. I think I'll remember that."

"Good," Katharina said, crossing her arms. "Now... can you tell me what you plan to do? I have a feeling that Arconte Amon will try to talk to you during the meeting. He never shows up at these things... and I've got a bad feeling about it."

"I'm curious about that myself... but, well, I'll try to handle it normally," Vergil replied.

"Sorry, but you don't know how to handle these things," Ada said bluntly, her voice tinged with worry. "Especially with your little habit of acting irrationally in front of powerful beings."

The pressure on Vergil was undeniable. Married to three heirs of prominent demon families, he was essentially a target for anyone seeking to restore the "balance." At least, that's how it should have been.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Katharina sighed, placing her hands on her hips and leaning slightly toward Vergil. "Handle it normally? Darling, you do realize nothing about you is normal, right? Especially at an event like this. You're like a bright beacon everyone's eager to extinguish."

"Exaggeration," Vergil retorted with a faint smile, though the carefree glint in his eyes dimmed slightly at the concern radiating from Katharina and Ada.

"She's right," Ada interjected, shutting her app and standing, her expression now serious. "Vergil, this isn't just a social gathering. It's a battlefield in disguise. Every word, every gesture will be scrutinized by those demons, and many of them hold nothing but resentment for what you represent."

"And what exactly do I represent?" Vergil asked, crossing his arms.

"Chaos," Ada said flatly. "You're a human who ascended into our world as a demon, suddenly claiming three heirs. That disrupts every unspoken rule of what power means among us."

Katharina nodded in agreement, stepping closer. "And now, with Arconte Amon getting involved... that's even more concerning. He's one of the most powerful and reserved figures. If he wants to speak with you, it's not for a casual chat about demon politics."

Roxanne finally stood, wiping her hands with a napkin. "You two are scaring him," she said lightly but firmly. "Vergil doesn't need even more pressure. We all know what he's capable of."

"We're not trying to scare him," Ada shot back, frowning. "We're being realistic. He needs to understand that any slip-up could put all of us at risk."

Vergil raised a hand, cutting through the rising tension. "I get it, okay? I'll be careful. I'm not going to play the impulsive hero or the curious human. I'll go in, observe, and act calmly. Besides... don't you think you're overreacting? It's been one day since the invitation arrived, and you're already making me nervous."

"Quiet, you say that now..." Katharina muttered, narrowing her eyes. "But if someone mentions something interesting, I know you'll stick your nose where it doesn't belong."

"I'll behave," Vergil insisted, trying to sound convincing. "But if something goes wrong, you'll be there to save me, right?"

Katharina and Ada exchanged a loaded look before turning back to him. "Of course," Katharina said with a small smile that didn't fully mask her concern. "But let's hope it doesn't come to that, darling."

Roxanne patted Vergil on the shoulder, her smile calm and reassuring. "You'll be fine. After all, you're stubborn enough to survive in this world. I'm sure you can handle it."

Vergil let out a sigh, glancing at the three women. "Good to know I've got a whole team ready to keep me in line. I guess I'm pretty lucky."

"Lucky?" Katharina laughed. "You're the unluckiest man in the world, darling. You're married to the three of us."

Ada smiled for the first time in the conversation, while Roxanne chuckled softly. The tension in the room finally seemed to lift.

"I still like to think I'm lucky," Vergil concluded, a playful smile on his lips. "Even if it means my life will never be peaceful again." Find more chapters on empire

"It's annoying to see you all like this."

Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, a glowing red magic circle appeared, and Sapphire stepped out of it, carrying several shopping bags. Behind her came Stella, Roxanne's mother, struggling with an even larger stack of bags, looking oddly like a servant, which only added to the absurdity of the scene.

"It's annoying to see you all like this," Sapphire's voice cut through the air like a blade, dripping with a mix of sarcasm and jealousy.

"Mother?" Katharina began, raising an eyebrow as she turned to face her. "Decided to go shopping instead of helping with preparations? Not that I'm surprised."

"Someone has to maintain a sense of style around here, and I didn't have the proper dresses for this meeting," Sapphire retorted, setting the bags down on a table with a dramatic flourish.

Her eyes swept over Vergil and his wives, landing on him with a sour expression. "And you, foolish disciple, seem to be having a great time while I take care of the responsibilities you should be handling."

"Always a pleasure to see you too, my Sapphire," Vergil replied with a mischievous grin. "You came back loaded. Did you rob a department store?"

"Don't be insolent," she snapped, shooting him a sharp glare before turning her attention to Stella, who was clearly struggling with the weight of the bags. "And you, Stella, stop waddling like a penguin and put those in the guest room."

Stella huffed but complied without argument, heading toward the exit. Before disappearing down the hallway, she cast a quick glance at Roxanne, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her mother's discomfort.

"And why is she with you?" Vergil asked, motioning toward Stella.

"Secret," Sapphire replied with a mischievous smile.