My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 241 : Get some rest

Vergil lay on the bed, his body still heavy from the insane battle that had taken place and the cursed energy that had been healed—but not completely eradicated.

His muscles ached, his skin was exhausted, and his spirit… well, his spirit was finally allowing him to relax after so long fighting against his own fatigue.

His eyes were closed, but his mind was clear... "I want to kill them all..." he murmured mentally, vividly remembering that bastard from the Skull.

"I didn't even see him hitting me... I don't know if it was when I arrived, when I was fighting, or when I fled..." Something greater was taking shape, something he needed to understand, something he didn't yet fully comprehend. "He's very strong."

But since he couldn't deal with those problems for now... he was taking a small break... One that... well... he wasn't the only one who decided to take a nap.

The women around him seemed as if none of what had just happened even mattered... The bed felt too small for everyone, yet it was more than enough to accommodate them.

Katharina was beside him, wrapped in the sheets, a small sigh escaping as she slept deeply. Her face looked relaxed, like a fiery and lazy angel. Her crimson-red hair was spread across the pillow, her bare shoulders exposed to the dim moonlight filtering through the window.

"She's exhausted... after she heard that I could have died... she couldn't sleep until I held her..." Vergil chuckled lightly.

Unfortunately... she wasn't the only one who had worried too much... Ada was further to the left, with little space, yet she fit naturally between Vergil and Roxanne. Usually, she was more reserved and serious, but... she seemed more vulnerable than ever. Ada was partially covered, her black hair falling softly over the pillow, her breathing calm. The tension that always surrounded her seemed to have vanished.

Roxanne was on the far side of the bed, a bit more distant, but still close enough for Vergil to reach. Her body was curled in a way that seemed to shield her from any threat, as if she were unconsciously isolating herself from the rest of the world. Her golden hair was spread across the pillow, with strands falling over her face, but she was in a deep sleep, completely unaware of the chaos still lingering around them.

"She ate too many sweets... I'm surprised she can sleep so peacefully like this..." he thought, shifting his gaze to another—someone surprising to see there...

Raphaeline was resting against his chest. Her eyes were closed, but there was unease in her movements, as if nightmares still haunted her. She always seemed to be in conflict, as if torn between two worlds. Her black hair was partially tied up in a messy ponytail, but loose strands framed her face. Raphaeline's expression was a mix of serenity and pain, as if she were trying to erase the marks of an ongoing internal war.

"Ada told me what she said... but still, it's cute seeing her struggle against her feelings... so small and adorable... It's a shame she's caused Ada so much pain... I'll have to wait a while before giving her a second chance..." Vergil thought as he looked at the next.

Stella was between Ada and Raphaeline, wrapped in the sheets with her face turned toward the wall, yet still close enough that Vergil could feel her presence. Her silver hair was spread across the pillow, reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. She seemed to be in a deep sleep, but there was something ethereal about her, as if she were in tune with something greater, something distant. A calm and peaceful aura surrounded her, as if she were the only one in that bed who was completely at peace with herself.

"She hasn't fully recovered yet... I'll have to give her some attention..." Vergil thought. He hadn't imagined that Stella would be so hurt after he forced her to see his past. He knew it would be a shock, he had imagined many other things, but despite that... he still did it. He felt that he had to.

The weight of what had happened in the past few days still lingered over him. The conversations, the threats, the enemies—everything he had faced to get to this point…

It was difficult, even for someone like Vergil, not to get lost in the details. But he tried not to overthink. There were more immediate concerns on his mind—what to do next, what it all meant, those battles, and the discovery of his own fragility.

The women beside him were more than just companions; they were the only ones there for him now. That was why he was so deep in thought at that moment… Despite it not fully sinking in yet… he could have died. And if he had… who would take care of them? Who would love them? Who would protect them? Who would help them when they needed it?

Just the thought of them being alone caused a small shift within Vergil… "I'm thinking too much..."

He moved slowly, still struggling due to the aches in his body, but the movement did not go unnoticed.

Ada mumbled something in her sleep, something incomprehensible, but she did not wake up. Roxanne stirred slightly, likely sensing the shift in the atmosphere, but remained asleep. Katharina murmured softly, almost as if she were dreaming, but her eyes stayed shut. Raphaeline also remained still, her body relaxing even more with Vergil's closeness.

Vergil stared at the ceiling for a moment, letting his thoughts drift. He could hear the soft sound of their breathing, a steady rhythm that contrasted with the storm in his mind.

The weight of his actions over the past few days was beginning to dissolve just a little, as if the simple fact that they were there, safe, was a reminder that not every battle had to end in death and destruction.

Some things, seemingly small, could still be won, and that temporary peace was proof of it.

He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to relax, even if just a little. His body needed it.

The night passed, and Vergil managed to get some rest, finally sleeping after such a moment of reflection. And then… morning came.

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times as his vision adjusted to the soft light filtering through the window. The bed around him, which had once seemed too small to fit all of them, now felt immense and empty. The sheets still held the warmth of the bodies that had been there, but now only he remained, lying on the soft mattress.

Vergil took a deep breath, feeling the fresh morning air fill his lungs. His body was still heavy, the aches from battle lingering like scars etched into his flesh, but it was a bearable weight.

He let out a sigh as he sat at the edge of the bed, cracking his neck to relieve the accumulated tension. His body still bore the remnants of the fight, but what bothered him most at that moment was the sticky sensation of the evil energy that had corroded part of his skin. He ran a hand over his neck, feeling the rough surface and the remnants of impurities that had solidified there.

"I stink..." he muttered to himself, frowning as he realized that traces of that cursed energy still remained.

With a lazy yawn, he stood up and walked across the room, grabbing a towel and tossing it over his shoulder before heading for the door. As he descended the stairs, the scent of fresh coffee and warm bread filled his senses, bringing a rare moment of comfort.

Reaching the lower floor, he stopped on the last step and took in the scene before him.

Viviane was seated at the table, looking exhausted, yet still maintaining her graceful posture as she flipped through the pages of a book. Around her, two figures moved hurriedly, practically rushing to serve her: Zex and Iridia, whose determined expression showed that she was taking her new job seriously… or perhaps they were simply being used as Viviane's personal servants.

Zex carried a tray filled with toast and fruit, while Iridia balanced a silver kettle, pouring hot coffee into Viviane's cup. The two seemed to be engaged in a little competition to see who could serve her better, but Viviane only sighed, clearly accustomed to the excessive attention.

Vergil couldn't help but smile. The scene was strangely peaceful, almost absurd considering everything that had happened in the past few days.

"Nice to see you've already gotten used to treating them like slaves," he remarked, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk.

Viviane lifted her gaze and, upon seeing him, raised an eyebrow. "And it's nice to see you're still standing, considering the state you were in yesterday."

Before he could respond, Iridia turned to face him with a stern expression. "Master Vergil, you need to eat something! You look very pale!"

'They really don't want to lose their jobs. They almost seem like different people, fufufu,' he thought, amused by Iridia's cute little pout. He then shifted his gaze to the other woman with blue hair.

Zex nodded without looking directly at him. "I agree. After an intense battle, proper recovery is essential."

"She's so rigid, but still cute," he chuckled before finally replying.

"Relax, I'll eat… But first, I need to take a bath." He ran the towel over his neck, stepping away. "The smell of blood and cursed energy doesn't exactly go well with breakfast."

"No rush," Viviane said, lifting her cup to her lips. "Your wives went to the mall early this morning, so we're alone here."

"Got it. Thanks, Viviane," Vergil said with a smile before turning to head for the bathroom. The moment he left… Zex and Iridia immediately reverted to their usual selves.

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"Boss," Iridia said, looking at Viviane.

"Huh?" Viviane raised an eyebrow, glancing at Iridia.

"Go give Master a bath. This is your best chance. The head maid must lead by example!" she declared in a soldier-like stance. "We'll make sure nothing goes wrong! Show your femininity!" she said seriously.

"Exactly! Go now!" Zex added.

"Huh???" Viviane looked at them, shocked and embarrassed.