After boarding the drake carriage, Natalie had Emily sit down.
Once Emily nervously took her seat, Natalie simply sat directly on Emily’s lap.
Faced with Natalie’s sudden action, Emily was a little surprised, but didn’t dare do anything.
Natalie even deliberately twisted her body, carefully savoring the softness of Emily’s thighs.
She even leaned directly against Emily’s chest, completely treating her like a chair.
The soft sensation from behind, mixed with the faint fragrance from Emily’s body at such close range, made Natalie feel that no chair in the world could compare to Emily’s lap.
Of course, as for the current situation, Emily truly felt like she was babysitting a little girl from a relative’s family.
This was something Emily only dared to think about.
If she actually said it out loud, she didn’t dare imagine how angry Natalie—who looked like a little girl—would become.
As for Natalie’s sudden behavior, Daphiel’s eyelids kept twitching.
She really hadn’t expected Natalie to dare act so intimately with Emily right in front of her.
It was as if the carriage only contained the two of them.
“Ahem, ahem…”
Daphiel kept coughing, trying to remind Natalie that she was still there and to act a bit more reserved.
After all, if others saw their Demon King being so close with the Saintess—her sworn enemy—Daphiel had no idea what kind of rumors would spread.
If rumors spread that the Demon King had been bewitched by the Saintess, it would definitely shake the Demon Race’s loyalty to Natalie.
Although from Daphiel’s personal perspective, Natalie really had been bewitched by Emily!
But in the face of Daphiel’s reminder, Natalie completely ignored her.
She simply continued to gently stroke Emily’s thigh.
Emily naturally blushed deeply at Natalie’s behavior.
She hadn’t expected Natalie to be so bold as to do this right in front of Daphiel.
But no matter how dissatisfied she felt, now that she had become the Demon King’s slave, she could only endure it.
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Daphiel could only take the initiative to stop Natalie’s “atrocities.”
“Your Majesty…”
“What is it, Miss Daphiel?”
“Um… what are you doing?”
“I think the seat in the drake carriage is too hard, so I switched to something softer. Is there a problem? Sitting on a hard chair too long will make your butt hurt.”
Hearing this excuse, Daphiel really wanted to complain.
With Natalie’s physical condition, how could sitting on a chair possibly make her sore?
“Well… as the Demon King, if others were to see this, it would damage your dignity.”
“There are only the three of us in the carriage. You’re not going to spread this around, are you?”
“No… of course not.”
“Then that settles it.”
“…Sigh. Then I hope, Your Majesty, you’ll only do these things with this Saintess in front of me.”
Seeing that she couldn’t win the argument, Daphiel could only settle for second best and ask Natalie not to behave like this in front of others.
As the Demon King, Natalie had to show extreme disgust and contempt toward the Saintess in front of the Demon Race.
“Depends on my mood. Weren’t you in a hurry to provide support? Aren’t we departing yet?”
“…Yes.”
With that, Daphiel pulled the rope beside her, signaling the driver to take off quickly.
“Um… are there no seat belts?”
Seeing that they were about to take off, Emily hesitantly raised her hand and asked.
Even cars required seat belts, let alone a drake—this kind of “flying vehicle” that took off by flapping its wings.
Emily could already imagine herself being jolted into the air.
“Don’t worry. There’s a magical device maintaining balance. Inside the carriage, we won’t feel anything. Just enjoy the journey.”
“I see…”
After hearing Natalie’s explanation, Emily finally let out a sigh of relief.
Of course, Natalie’s patient explanation made Daphiel realize even more that her Demon King truly loved Emily deeply.
It was the first time she had seen Natalie speak so gently to someone.
And she couldn’t help but complain internally.
If it were anyone else asking her a question, being ignored would already be the best outcome.
The “journey” Natalie spoke of—they were clearly going to war!
It seemed it was already impossible for the Demon King to give up this rather useless Saintess… However, even so, they had to minimize the trouble this situation could cause.
It absolutely must not spread.
Of course, it wouldn’t matter if it spread that the Saintess had become the Demon King’s slave.
After all, making the Saintess obediently become a slave was something past Demon Kings had failed to achieve.
The Demon Race, who deeply hated humans and the Church, could accept that.
After all, in the eyes of ordinary demons, a Saintess who became the Demon King’s slave must be living a fate worse than death every day.
In some sense, it was even more satisfying than simply executing the Saintess.
So what Daphiel needed to guard against was the demons discovering that the Saintess wasn’t being tortured at all.
Instead, she was clinging to the Demon King every day, becoming her “beloved consort.”
But Daphiel also understood that even if she advised Natalie to maintain a harsh attitude toward Emily in front of others, she probably wouldn’t listen.
Sigh… they could only take things one step at a time… The Demon King wouldn’t possibly bring her along to the battlefield against humans, right? Probably not…
Thinking this, Daphiel leaned her head against the wall and fell asleep.
After all, she had been truly exhausted lately.
Not only had she been beaten badly by Hadia, the Hero, but she also had to deal with the backlog of work Natalie had left behind.
She even had to handle logistics and dispatch support to the front lines—how could she not be tired?
*
Daphiel was awakened by a sudden explosion.
“What’s happening?!”
Panicking, Daphiel looked around, then her gaze locked onto Emily and Natalie.
Because their current state was even more shocking than the explosion just now.
Emily was blushing in embarrassment as she let Natalie rest on her lap.
Of course, an ordinary lap pillow wouldn’t make Emily blush so intensely.
The main issue was that Natalie was lying face-down.
Her entire face was buried in Emily’s thighs.
Compared to this explosive scene, the earlier explosion seemed insignificant.
Of course, as Daphiel stood there dumbfounded, the sounds of explosions continued to ring in her ears, prompting her to hurriedly open the carriage window and look down.
What came into view was a border fortress under siege by hundreds of thousands of human troops.
The explosions were caused by large-scale magic used in the human assault.
To understand the situation, Daphiel immediately cast a farsight spell on her eyes to observe the battlefield.
One figure completely captured her attention.
That person was Hadia.
She was fighting two of the Demon King’s commanders at once.
Even in a one-versus-two situation, Hadia was not at a disadvantage—in fact, the two commanders were struggling.
It was only a matter of time before they lost.
Daphiel felt truly fortunate that she had persuaded Natalie today.
Otherwise, this fortress likely wouldn’t have lasted through the day.
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