Nowadays, Fei’ouna had completely retired from her combat career and become a full-time housewife.
But the things she had to do every day were far from few.
Housework like cleaning and washing clothes could certainly be completed efficiently with double the results for half the effort using magic.
But Fei’ouna did not do that; instead, she chose to do it purely by hand.
There were two reasons.
First, it helped pass the time.
After all, the Demon King was so busy that she simply couldn’t spare time during the day to keep her company.
Their young daughter was too small and very easy to care for—once fed, she would fall right asleep, leaving only a short mother-daughter interaction period each day.
Additionally, there was a house arrest order for her protection.
Without Yilisi’s permission, Fei’ouna could not leave the castle even half a step.
Under these circumstances, if she didn’t find something to do on her own, she would really become ill from boredom.
As for the second reason… it was just that she had gotten used to it from before.
Of course, back then Fei’ouna was forced.
While her powers were sealed, with an ordinary physical body, she wore sky-high stilettos and carried strange weights while doing the exhausting and heavy housework.
If she didn’t finish or made any mistakes, then Mistress Yilisi would punish her severely.
So much so that sometimes, something as frustrating as the following would happen~
The floor was just mopped clean, but the next second, her body would reach some kind of limit, causing the floor to get dirty again.
Then she would be punished, and so on, falling into an evil cycle.
At first, Fei’ouna certainly resisted this obvious obedience test that deliberately toyed with her.
But later, because of various past events, she gradually accepted it…
Had she contracted Stockholm syndrome?
There was no doubt about it—she definitely had, because even before her subjugation, Fei’ouna already had that personality tendency.
At that time, she was still the “frontline tank” in the hero’s party.
Before encountering Yilisi, among the monsters and Demon King’s Army officers Fei’ouna faced, there might have been some tough ones, but basically none could break her holy shield defense.
Until later, Yilisi appeared, wielding her demonic thorn bone whip.
Not only did her opponent use the whip’s ability to extend infinitely in their first battle, rendering Fei’ouna’s weapon useless, but she also precisely pierced Fei’ouna’s magic barrier with the cursed thorns.
Her clothes were torn to shreds, and she herself was whipped mercilessly, writhing and howling in pain on the ground, her eyes rolling back 🙄..
The only silver lining was that there were few people around at the time; otherwise, she would have been thoroughly embarrassed.
Of course, this was supposed to be a self-sacrifice to cover her teammates’ retreat, but when she was falsely accused, it became evidence that she had deliberately approached and fawned over the Demon King.
Even years later, Fei’ouna still remembered the cold words of ridicule from her teammates when she escaped back, battered and bruised.
“Tsk tsk, you actually managed to come back alive.”
“Your clothes are all torn like this. I really wonder how the Demon King let you go.”
In short, it was quite disheartening.
But to be fair, Yilisi’s whip truly awakened some incredible XP in her.
At first it was a burning sensation, but as the aftereffects gradually set in, it turned into a novel sensory experience combining sourness, numbness, swelling, and pain.
Although she didn’t want to admit it, the truth was that from then on, Fei’ouna not only occasionally had wild thoughts but also often had strange dreams.
And these dreams were very consistent: either the Demon King summoned tentacle monsters to control her, or the Demon King used tools to manipulate her.
Anyways, the theme was always getting beaten by the Demon King and triggering a defeat CG.
But this did not mean their relationship was one of mutual consent in the sense of “one willing to hit, the other willing to take it.”
Because in the end, what truly brought them together was the love that resonated with each other’s souls, symbolizing sincerity and genuine affection.
…..
Although Fei’ouna’s daily life seemed very boring—either doing housework or taking care of the child, not even able to leave the castle gate half a step—in reality, she had long since adapted and come to enjoy this kind of regular, boring life that many people would see as dull.
Waking up in the morning, because she had served in bed last night, Fei’ouna was only wrapped in a thin layer of pajamas, looking very disheveled from head to toe.
After all, it was a very important anniversary, so they had played big, and the number twelve was still integrated into it~
(Omitted countless words)
(Omitted countless words)
(In short, it was an orange 🍊)
So much so that in the moment she got up, an embarrassing scene occurred.
But it wasn’t a big problem~
So now Fei’ouna had to leave her mistress’s warm embrace to go feed their daughter.
Before leaving, she also stealthily gave a light peck on Yilisi’s pink cheek.
Finally, after performing a foot kiss, she bent down to pick up her pair of sky-high heels, tiptoed out, and took the service tools, leaving this mysterious suite number 『Twelve』, which only the Demon King and queen were allowed to enter.
Most of the time, there was actually no one else in the Demon King’s Castle aside from the Demon King’s family.
Maids?
Fei’ouna herself was enough 👌🏻..
As for guards, they were all on the castle perimeter.
So except for some events or ceremonies where she needed to dress up and mind her queenly etiquette, most of the time, staying at home, Fei’ouna could live quite casually.