Chapter 753: An Agreement Between Monarchs 2
“Kaguya”
The way Victor called Kaguya’s name sent shivers down the spines of all the women present here at this moment.
‘I could get used to being called that way…’ Maya thought absently but quickly shook her head from side to side. She wouldn’t fall into that temptation and give up everything she’d built for something like that. After all, she was already a happy woman with great-grandchildren!
“Ugh.” Maya groaned in frustration. Sometimes she hated her Wolf side.
Standing beside her, watching all this, Tasha could completely understand Maya’s reaction. Thanks to Victor’s misleading words in the beginning, her brain unconsciously went in a direction she didn’t want it to.
‘Is this the famous situation where the more you try to avoid thinking about something, the more your brain thinks about it?’ Tasha thought.
Ignoring the dilemma of the two powerful Werewolves and Volk’s glare, Victor continued:
“Yes, Master?”
“Black parchment with the Dragon insignia, do you remember it?”
Kaguya thought for a few seconds. She remembered seeing it among the things Victor brought from Hell, then she replied:
“I remember.”
“Get it for me, please.”
“Yes, Master.” A shadow appeared in her hand, and soon a sealed black box appeared.
Kaguya walked over to Victor and handed it over:
“Here.”
“Thank you, Kaguya. So dependable.” Victor smiled.
“….” Kaguya just nodded stiffly in a slightly robotic manner. Her face was a bit red now. She didn’t expect a compliment; she was always weak to unexpected attacks.
The other Maids looked at Kaguya with envy, making the Head Maid roll her eyes.
‘Aren’t these women very Horny? Why are you looking at me like that? Aren’t you all his Wives?’ Kaguya had a lot of internal grumbling but didn’t voice it and returned to standing slightly behind Victor’s Throne.
Victor looked at the box and opened it to reveal the contents. Soon a scroll surrounded by Demonic Miasma appeared.
Everyone around narrowed their eyes as they felt this heavy Miasma on the parchment.
‘A scroll fashioned from Demonic skin… I haven’t seen one like this in a long time.’ Maya thought.
“Hmm, this is the correct one.” Victor nodded. The next moment he muttered something in the Demonic Language.
“Release.”
Nobody could understand him, but they understood the effects of his words. The scroll visibly started to lose Miasma and become more ‘normal’.
Where did that Miasma go? Of course, it went into Victor’s body.
‘Runes… He knows those too. Ugh, as if he wasn’t monstrous enough before.’ Maya thought.
‘Runes, huh… He knows that too?’ Tasha thought.
The two Wolves soon realized that the man before them was dozens of times more dangerous than they had previously assumed. Any Being with knowledge of Runes capable of doing something as casual as Victor had just done was a Being that demanded caution when encountered.
Victor wrapped the parchment back up and placed it in the black container with the Dragon symbol. Then, with a wave of his hand, he made the container float toward Tasha.
“….” Tasha carefully watched the box arrive before her, but even though the item was in front of her, she didn’t dare touch the box.
“What is that?”
“My part of the deal.”
“…Eh?”
“The text inscribed on that scroll details the kind of Curse cast upon Fenrir, as well as the means to remove it.”
“… Why are you giving me this?”
“Credibility.”
“… Credibility?” Tasha repeated like a parrot.
“Correct. That scroll was written directly by Lucifer, edited by Diablo, then redone by me because I considered their approach not subtle enough.”
‘…Did he just casually mention that he edited something directly made by Lucifer and Diablo?’ The people around thought simultaneously.
Maya, Volk, and Tasha wondered where Victor’s talent would take him. If, in just a few years, he became the monster he was, they wondered what he would be in the future.
“By reading the scroll, you will understand Fenrir’s problem and what you must do to help him. I don’t need to explain it to you while expecting you to trust me.”
“After all, thanks to my recent showing, your confidence in me is in the negative. Because of that, I deemed it more efficient to present you with the evidence and solution directly.”
…That was quite… Rational… They all thought at the same time.
How could they tell? They didn’t expect such a rational and mature attitude from Victor.
After all, the way he displayed himself until now was clearly like The Demon King of Tyranny he was known as.
‘…He really is like a Dragon… A Dragon that, if not provoked, you’ll be able to get along with.’ Tasha thought she saw a new facet of the man known as The Demon King.
But she had a small doubt: “How am I going to read the scroll? I don’t know how to read The Language of Demons.”
“Don’t worry; I’ve translated the parchment so you can read it.” Victor smiled slyly.
“… Thanks.” Tasha and everyone around them realized that Victor had been controlling the situation from the beginning.
After all, if not for that, why would he have bothered translating such an ancient parchment?
‘It would be more accurate to say that he had ‘foreseen’ this situation would come to pass and devised various backup plans based on how we would act when he arrived in Samar,’ Maya deduced. He was as cunning as a Devil if it was as she thought.
“No problem.” Victor leaned back against the Throne again, resting his head on his fist. He was acting quite nonchalant.
He already got everything he wanted… And much more than he had previously planned.
“Fair warning. The scroll is enchanted so that only you can read it. It also prevents you from spreading that information. As soon as you read the scroll once, the information will be imprinted in your brain. When that process is over, the scroll itself will return to me. After all, it is quite an important item.”
“Once again… Don’t let anyone else read it. Only you can read it. Believe me when I say there are some pretty nasty curses on that scroll if you break that rule.”
“… I understand. I will not let anyone else read it.” She nodded seriously. She wouldn’t test her luck with a Demonic Artifact.
“…” Volk.
Victor nodded, satisfied. He didn’t have any worries about Tasha managing to leak the information on the parchment or not. After all, he truly meant it when he said he’d put some nasty curses on it.
Not to mention that this scroll was just an incomplete translated copy. This scroll merely detailed what kind of curse affected Fenrir, what it did, and how to break it. It didn’t teach you how to conjure the curse itself like the original scroll.
Victor suddenly stood up from his Throne, causing the Throne to disappear and everyone around the room to be more on guard at his sudden movement.
“Deal concluded. I’ll now return to my ‘vacation’.” Victor turned around, causing his Miasma Cloak to flutter, and walked towards the exit with the Maids following behind him. Some Maids like Maria, Bruna, and Roberta even waved their hands as if they were saying goodbye to them.
“The Werewolves enjoying their stay in Hell will be back within a week. I hope I won’t run into any trouble in Samar by then.” Those words were clearly a warning, a warning that everyone clearly understood.
Victor didn’t want trouble, but he wouldn’t ignore a problem brewing before him either. He was, and always would be, extremely protective of his Family, and he didn’t mind abusing his power if it was to protect his Family. After all, that was why he gained power in the first place.
“As soon as you are ready to fulfill your part of the bargain, you know where to find me.”
All the Werewolves just watched with various feelings in their hearts as the Demon King left their presence. Only a few minutes had passed since Victor had arrived, but for them, those were the longest minutes of their lives.
“…Well, I really don’t want to face him like that again… Although I still want to fight him.” Maya suddenly spoke as she rose from her seat.
Leonidas and Anthony just stared at Maya like she was crazy. Who would want to fight that monster? Wouldn’t they lose humiliatingly?
“Anyways, I’m heading home. It’s been a long day.”
“The day has just begun.” Leonidas pointed.
“Oh? Now you know how to speak? You two remained quiet throughout the entire conversation.” Maya made an observation.
“…I value my life, thank you very much… I will report back to my people. I don’t want to get in trouble with that monster again.” Leonidas spoke as he rose from his chair and walked towards the exit.
“Same.” Anthony didn’t even waste time explaining anything. He just got up and left.
“…” Looking at the two Alpha Werewolves who practically ran from the place in fear, Maya once again marveled at how one man, with just his presence alone, made the two of them nearly piss themselves in fear.
Maya thought for a few seconds but then shook her head in disinterest and walked towards the exit. “I will explain what happened to my foolish son. See you again someday.”
“….” When Volk and Tasha were alone, the atmosphere between the two was the strangest possible.
“Tasha, what are you hiding from me?”
“Nothing that will harm you or cause you to lose confidence in me.”
Volk narrowed his eyes, “…That’s not an answer.”
“You don’t trust me, Volk?”
“…Of course I do.”
“Why did you take so long to answer?”
“Because even though I trust you, I know you are not completely under my control. And I don’t like it when you hide information from me.”
Tasha narrowed her eyes. Evidently, she did not like that answer; she thought that, as a woman who always supported him, Volk would just say yes, and trust her.
‘Looks like everything I did for this country and for us wasn’t enough for him, huh? He still wants to ‘control’ me.’ Tasha snorted internally. She felt very bitter right now.
Tasha got up from her chair: “…You’ll never have control over me, Volk… After all, you’re too weak.”
“We’re not done,” Volk growled.
“Yes, we’re done…” Tasha stopped walking and looked at Volk: “Unless you want to fight about it now…”
“Preferably, I don’t want to waste my time with something like this. I have to focus on helping my friend, but…” A golden aura with shades of green started covering Tasha’s body, causing her black hair to flutter around.
“If necessary, I will entertain you.”
“…” Volk said nothing and glared at his wife. He really didn’t like that expression on her face. He really condemned himself for not being strong enough to make her ‘submit’ to him.
Volk had beaten Tasha in the past, but ‘winning’ differed from making her ‘submit’ to him. For her to ‘submit’ to him, he had to be overwhelmingly stronger than her.
Something he was never able to do. She was always only a few steps behind him in strength. If he faltered and stopped training, Tasha would overtake him before he knew it.
Sometimes, his relationship with her was very tiring because he was never allowed to ‘chill out’, even though his competitive side liked that.
“We’ll talk later. Until then, tell me about our son.”
The pressure around Tasha disappeared, and she turned to face the exit and started walking: “I’m waiting for the report. As soon as I have it, I’ll give it to you as usual.”
“Very well.” Volk nodded as he looked at his wife leaving the room, “I’ll be waiting.”
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