Chapter 61
“Ah… no…”
A situation that unfolded unexpectedly fast.
Isiris, watching it all, was filled with deep confusion.
Even though she kept thinking, “Surely not, surely not,” until the very end,
it turned out that the person Isera had fallen for was indeed Seraphim.
The moment she realized this fact, the thought that surfaced in Isiris’s mind was…
“This… this can’t be… why… why has it come to this?”
Seraphim was the first being to completely subdue her, both physically and mentally.
At first, this fact stirred a strong sense of rebellion in her heart…
But at some point, it transformed into another emotion she had never felt before.
The humiliation of bowing her head to someone.
It certainly brought about feelings of discomfort, but from some point on, it started to feel… different.
She couldn’t describe it exactly, but it felt like a strange, eerie sensation that, in a way, was somewhat pleasant.
Along with that, there was also a faint sense of consideration that she felt in the midst of everything.
An overwhelming pressure that said he could strike her down at any moment if she acted out,
and despite displaying his authority as a leader, there was still a subtle gaze that seemed to be watching over her.
His combination of strength and gentleness caused a strange attraction to bloom within Isiris’s heart.
Whether this could be called affection, even she didn’t know.
But at the very least… it was clear that from some point on, a soft, budding emotion had started to grow in her heart whenever she looked at him.
Then came a pivotal event.
Seraphim saved her from a black spear thrown by a demon in the temple.
Seeing his resolute and dependable figure in that brief moment, Isiris became certain.
From some point on, she had…
fallen in love with this Being…
Her Master.
It was an emotion so unfamiliar to her.
At first, she denied it outright, thinking it couldn’t be.
The being was a grotesque figure, one that she didn’t even know if it had proper features.
How could she possibly like something like that? She scolded herself, but every time she saw his face (?), the fluttering feeling in her heart denied her rejection.
Next came anger…
Anger toward the angel who had mercilessly beaten her and now had stolen her heart as well.
And then, frustration and irritation with herself for harbouring such feelings toward that being.
But no matter how much she vented her anger, those feelings didn’t disappear.
No matter how much fury she carried, the moment she stood before him, she found herself bowing her head willingly, and her intense emotions gradually turned into bitter resignation.
The next emotion that arose was compromise.
When she thought about it, sure, his appearance was strange, and their first meeting was terrible, but he wasn’t that bad, was he?
After all, he was stronger than her, and even she had to acknowledge his leadership and decisiveness, so in that respect, he was certainly worthy of passing marks.
And as her thoughts reached this point, Isiris suddenly felt a bit melancholic.
Though her peculiar hobby involved cleansing her body with semen, for a goddess like her, it was no different from mortals washing themselves with flower petals or tree sap.
In truth, she had maintained her virginity up until now.
She had made various excuses for this, but the real reason stemmed from her arrogance, a prideful belief that no man could ever satisfy her heart.
And now, the very woman who had rejected countless men found herself falling for a monstrous being whose physical features she couldn’t even be sure of.
It would have been stranger if she didn’t feel a wave of self-doubt.
On top of that, she was now faced with the cold reality that, at this point, there was no choice left for her but that man(?).
Through the stream of emotions, in the end, she had no choice but to accept and acknowledge it.
She was in love with him…
with Seraphim, the Archangel.
However,
when it came to these emotions that were so foreign to her, Isiris had no idea what to do.
She had accepted her feelings, but expressing them was another matter entirely.
While contemplating how she might handle this, she had observed mortal lives and even reluctantly sought out books in an effort to find a way.
Thus, even when Isera asked her that sudden question, Isiris thought she had prepared an adequate answer…
But at that moment, she had no idea.
That the seed she had thoughtlessly planted would lead to the situation unfolding before her eyes.
That Isera would propose to Seraphim, creating this unexpected catastrophe.
“This is insane… how did things get like this…”
The worst possible outcome, one that developed so quickly that she had no time to intervene.
Isera, expressing her heartfelt sincerity based on the logic Isiris had once shared.
And Seraphim, stumbling over his words, visibly shaken.
Watching this, Isiris felt a deep pain, as though something in her heart was about to fall apart.
The pain of watching her love wither away before it could even bloom…
But then, at that moment.
[No!]
{?!}
[Huh?]
A sudden, pink creature appeared…
It was Archangel Arc royale.
Seeing her forcibly insert herself between Seraphim and Isera, the dazed and despairing Isiris quickly snapped back to her senses.
“No… no… If I just stand here in a daze, I’ll lose the person I fell for first…”
* * *
Arc royale suddenly interrupted, cutting off my response.
At this point, where I had been interrupted not just during a simple conversation but a proposal, I asked, with confusion and doubt in my voice:
[Ah… Arc royale, what are you doing? Right now, I’m having an important discussion with Isera…]
[Yes! I know that very well. I even know that this woman is trying to propose to Lord Seraphim!]
{…}
Isera, the goddess, did not respond to her words.
However, from her expression at that moment, I could clearly read one thing.
‘Ah… she’s pissed…’
Despite the short time we had spent together, I could easily read her anger.
But even so, Arcroyale continued to speak without any hesitation.
[Of course, from a political standpoint, it’s not entirely unreasonable… but honestly, I still can’t trust this woman. She was Baal’s wife and our enemy just a few days ago! Even though she now wears Lord Seraphim’s leash, who knows if she’s plotting something behind our backs? I can never accept a marriage with someone like that!]
{…There’s… no such thing. As I said earlier, I truly… love Lord Seraphim…}
[Anyone can say that. Who knows if you’re sharpening your knives for revenge against Baal as we speak?]
[…Hmph…]
Arcroyale, like a kitten with its tail raised, growled in fierce opposition.
In contrast, Isera, like a dog slightly subdued by the opposition, lowered her stance.
To be honest, Arc royale’s reaction seemed a bit extreme, but I couldn’t entirely deny the possibility.
After all, it could be true that her true purpose in this marriage was to win my heart, break free from the leash, and seek her revenge.
Furthermore, Arc royale was like a daughter to me.
If I were to marry Isera, she would essentially take on the role of a mother figure to Arcroyale.
With Arcroyale reacting like this, it wouldn’t be easy to move forward with the marriage.
In addition to Isera’s insistence, I wasn’t completely sure about it myself.
While Isera’s appearance and demeanour were appealing, there were still many things I didn’t know about her.
As I was contemplating this, it was then that Isiris spoke up.
{Then… let us do this, my Lord.}
[Huh?]
With a pleasant smile, Isiris slowly approached me.
She gently placed her hand on Isera’s shoulder and, looking directly at me, said:
{I, of course, along with Isera, am sincere in our loyalty to Lord Seraphim. However, as the young angel has pointed out, it is also true that we have yet to earn everyone’s trust. Let us take some time. Let us wait until their suspicions are dispelled and they can fully accept us.}
[…Hmm. That makes sense.]
Isiris suggested proceeding slowly, giving everyone time to adjust.
From my perspective, there was no harm in doing so.
If we set the goal of maintaining positive relations, we could work more closely in future battles against the demons.
It wasn’t as intense as marriage, but it would still help strengthen the foundation I was seeking.
Moreover, this approach would allow me to better clarify the rather complicated relationship between Isera and me.
{…Understood. Then, I will take some time… and work hard to earn everyone’s trust.}
[Though I doubt it will work… but since Lord Seraphim has spoken, I’ll agree for now.]
With those words, Arcroyale shot a sharp look at Isera, while Isera herself seemed visibly uneasy.
Although it was still early, watching Arc royale act like a daughter disapproving of a potential stepmother, I couldn’t help but chuckle internally, even without a mouth.
* * *
In a dark, flickering space.
Before it stood a demon, exerting significant effort to stabilize the space.
It was Mephistos.
As he channelled his demonic energy toward the temporary gate connecting to Hell, he frowned slightly.
=Dammit… Even in this situation, I still have to be cautious of him…=
He wanted to tear apart the gap and create a permanent gate, just like he had done when he first arrived here.
However, the wounds he had sustained from Seraphim in their previous battle hadn’t fully healed, and expending that much energy would be a heavy burden.
Besides, doing such a thing would practically announce his presence to a high-ranking angel like Seraphim, with his sharp senses.
To avoid being detected, it was better to temporarily create a gate like this.
All of this was to summon him.
To summon a being capable of facing that detestable angel.
And then…
‘He’s… arrived!’
From beyond the gate, a tremendous power wave surged, so overwhelming that Mephistos could feel his entire body tremble.
As the figure slowly revealed itself, radiating an unimaginable aura, Mephistos spoke with a mix of joy and fear.
=Welcome, Lord Agares.=
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