My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"I’m tired." Vergil sighed, throwing himself onto the bed and burying his face into the white sheets as if trying to disappear into the comfort of the fabric. His body felt heavy, not from battles but from the unexpected emotional marathon.

"Well, considering how hard you worked to convince those two, and they still refused, I’d be exhausted too," Ada remarked as she entered the room with light steps. She smirked slightly as she approached, sitting beside him before reclining casually.

"You seem way too relaxed for someone who just watched me fail miserably," Vergil muttered, his voice muffled against the pillow.

"I did relax a bit when I went out with Katharina," Ada admitted, adjusting the pillow behind her and leaning back with a casual air. "Though she’s a bit crazy, her ways of having fun are... surprisingly enjoyable." @@novelbin@@

"Good for you two," Vergil retorted, still face down. "At least someone’s having fun around here."

Ada chuckled softly, picking up the TV remote and turning it on, only to mute it immediately, preferring the background noise over any show. "Sometimes, you just need to stop worrying so much, you know. Those two will come back eventually."

"Oh yeah? And how do you know that?" Vergil lifted his head just enough to glance at her, his eyes narrow and full of skepticism.

Ada met his gaze, calm and confident. "When was the last time you didn’t get what you wanted?"

He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He stayed silent for a moment before burying his face back into the pillow with an annoyed groan.

"Tsk, I hate it when you start with those therapist-like questions," he grumbled, his voice muffled.

"I’m just telling the truth." Ada smiled, running her fingers through Vergil’s white hair in a surprisingly tender gesture. "Now, rest a bit. It’s better than dwelling on this. Besides, those two will probably change their minds once they get a closer look at who their Pope really is."

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Vergil let out a long, frustrated sigh but didn’t reply. He felt Ada’s fingers gently combing through his hair in a slow, relaxing rhythm as she began to hum a soft melody. There were no words, just the quiet sound of her voice, like a whisper that filled the silence of the room.

Exhaustion finally won, and, little by little, Vergil closed his eyes, his body fully relaxing. Ada stayed there, smiling slightly as she watched him finally fall asleep. "Good night, darling," she murmured, satisfied with herself.

Ada stood up quietly from the bed, straightening herself before leaving the room. Her expression was calm but alert as she headed to the living room where Viviane, Iridia, Zex, and Katharina were talking.

"Hm? Where’s Roxanne?" Ada asked, frowning slightly as she noticed the woman’s absence.

Viviane turned to face her, hesitating for a moment before responding with a half-apologetic smile. "Her mother called for her."

"What?" Ada raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "And you just let her go? Roxanne’s always avoided her mother’s domain because of that disgusting man she calls her father." Her voice carried an unmistakable note of concern.

"She didn’t give us a choice," Katharina replied, clearly annoyed. "She just said she needed to go and... she seemed too determined. We tried, but you know how stubborn she can be."

Ada sighed, bringing a hand to her chin as she considered the situation. "If our husband finds out about this..." she murmured, letting the sentence hang, her tone making her concern clear.

"Speaking of which, how is he?" Katharina asked, seizing the pause in the conversation.

"I put him to sleep," Ada replied with a soft smile. "He was exhausted... though, of course, a bit frustrated."

"I see..." Katharina sighed, rubbing her temple. After a moment of reflection, she looked up at Ada. "I’ll stay with him for a while. Can you handle things here?"

"Leave it to me," Ada responded confidently, turning to face Viviane, Iridia, and Zex, who seemed oblivious to the growing tension.

Katharina gave a slight nod before leaving the room, leaving Ada to deal with the situation.

Ada exhaled deeply. "Alright, ladies, let’s have an honest conversation." She raised her hand, releasing a stream of blood that cut the ropes binding Zex and Iridia.

"Hm? Why are you—" Iridia began, only to be cut off by Ada, whose tone was calm but carried a faint edge of menace.

"We already know you’ll come back," Ada said, crossing her arms. "So, we’re taking the legitimate step of letting you see it for yourselves."

Iridia and Zex exchanged nervous glances as Ada called out firmly, "Morgana."

From the couch, Morgana lazily got to her feet. She was dressed in a casual bikini top paired with ripped jeans, seemingly unfazed by the seriousness of the moment.

"Oh, really? Now I’m an RPG inventory system?" she grumbled, placing her hands on her hips.

"Just do it," Ada ordered, her patience thinning.

Morgana sighed dramatically before opening a small portal in front of her, plunging her hand into the void as if searching through a messy drawer.

"Let’s see... nope, not this... not this either... Vatican files... hmmm, Inquisition? No, oops... a vibrator?! Oh, heavens, no! Hmm, Holy Bible? Nope... ah, here it is!"

"Morgana," Ada called again, her tone hardening.

"Alright, alright!" Morgana replied with a mischievous grin, pulling a thick black book from the portal and handing it to Ada. "Here. This should do the trick."

Ada took the book and held it in front of Zex and Iridia while Morgana continued, her voice dripping with irony. "This lovely little tome has everything: embezzlement, assassination contracts carried out in the name of ’divine peace,’ rapes, and executions of innocent women... all with the blessing of your beloved Pope. It’s practically a list of all the Vatican’s dirty laundry from the past 70 years."

Zex and Iridia were silent, their eyes wide as they stared at the book.

"This is what you swore to protect," Morgana added sweetly, her words laced with venom.

Ada, unflinching, simply pushed the book closer to them. "Read it. Decide for yourselves. It’s better than continuing to live in ignorance."

As the two stared at the book, the tension in the room thickened. Morgana returned to the couch with a theatrical sigh, muttering to herself, "Inventory system... I really need to renegotiate my contract."

"You complain too much," Viviane said, crossing her arms and glaring at Morgana. "If working bothers you so much, why don’t you just leave?"

Morgana, already sprawled on the couch again, didn’t bother to lift her head and simply gave a lazy smile.

"Why? I’m just waiting for the right moment to throw myself into Vergil’s arms and have him call me his wife," she replied nonchalantly, turning to her side. "Honestly, I’m tired of this boring life. And now that I’ve found something... interesting, why would I give it up so easily?"