Chapter 124

EP.124 Intermission – Marcella #2

Disguised Marcella was so sensual that the words “sexy model” naturally came to mind.

However, her actions were too girlish, making it a mismatch.

Marcella, shyly crossing her legs and stretching her arms.

Her fidgeting with the innocent skirt made me burst into laughter.

“Minji.”

Minji was Marcella’s alias.

Her last name was Kim, a name she had prepared but never used until now.

Usually, when she blended into human society, she transformed into a middle-aged man.

Why? To run a company.

Now, she was in a state where her unique Marcella face was revealed, only hiding the characteristics of a succubus.

Things like long nails, fangs, a tail, and red hair.

“Yes…? Yes?”

Startled, she looked at me, and she was incredibly adorable.

Without realizing it, I whispered to Marcella, who was using polite speech.

“You’re the same age as me now.”

“Ah… right… no, yes…”

It seemed she couldn’t get used to informal speech. She’ll adapt later.

We were on a train now.

We could have taken a portal to our home in Haeundae, but we chose the train to feel the vacation vibe.

But Marcella was too shy to even look at the scenery… I wondered if I made a mistake.

“Sit next to me.”

At my words, Marcella, with her head bowed, got up from the front seat and came to sit next to me.

I raised the armrest and placed my hand around her waist, making her flinch.

Normally, she would have sprayed pheromones, but given the situation, she just seemed surprised without feeling my touch.

“Look outside. Isn’t it pretty?”

“Yes…”

“How can you answer without turning your head?”

Marcella bowed her head even more.

Almost burying it in her chest.

“Minji.”

“…..”

“Minji.”

“… Sob!”

Suddenly, she burst into tears.

I chuckled, pulled a napkin from the dispenser, and wiped her eyes.

“Why are you crying?”

“Sniff…! Just… because I’m so happy…”

I grabbed Marcella’s shoulder and pulled her into my embrace.

Then her shoulders shook.

She seemed to be trying hard to hold back her tears.

I resent my initial self, who was awkward around such a cute girl who only looked at me.

After crying quietly for a while, Marcella soaked my white T-shirt before finally stopping her tears.

Coming to her senses, she quickly apologized.

“Sorry…”

“It’s okay. Did you cry it all out?”

“… Yes…”

I held Marcella’s hand and interlocked our fingers.

Her hand, like a delicate jade.

Her transparent, glossy nails were really pretty.

“Ah… um…”

Marcella tried to say something, but when I silently shook my head, she stayed quiet.

Did she gain courage from my soft expression?

She cautiously leaned her head on my shoulder.

And when I showed no reaction, she went further.

She moved her body and clung to my side.

Such a cute move.

So, I stayed still for Marcella for a couple of hours until we arrived in Busan.

The house I had prepared without Sehwa or even Marcella knowing was the Beachfront Residence.

A top-tier apartment that also operates as a hotel.

Entering the house on the top royal floor, Marcella gasped at the vast sea horizon spread out before the large window.

“Wow…!”

Seeing her like a little girl, I felt sorry.

For months, she had barely rested, working tirelessly for me in a base swarming with hideous demons.

I should let her enjoy a relaxing vacation for a few days.

I approached Marcella, who was staring blankly at the sea, and placed my hand on her shoulder.

“Nice, right?”

“Yes… no, yes! It’s really nice…”

She seemed to want to use polite speech when we were alone.

Finding that cute too, I kissed her cheek.

“Eek!?”

Startled, Marcella looked at me with a dazed expression, then slumped down, dazed.

Already thinking of leaving. The lower part is truly the lowest of the low.

I picked up Marcella and carried her into the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed.

Then I lay down beside her.

I pulled Marcella close, letting her bury her face in my shoulder.

Gently stroking her head, she seemed to relax and soon fell asleep.

She must be tired. The mental strain from the train ride was no joke.

I tried not to even breathe loudly so Marcella could sleep soundly.

Soon, the sound of regular breathing filled the room.

Sleep well. You deserve it.

**

Sss…! Marcella, who had sucked in the drool she had let out, raised her head.

Blinking her eyes, she looked around and then turned her gaze to me.

And she was surprised.

“Huh?”

Because I was looking at her with loving eyes.

“Demon King… what time is it now…?”

She’s using polite speech again.

Let’s understand. She’s probably still half-asleep.

“11 PM.”

“Yes…? 11 PM…?”

“Yes. You slept for about eight hours.”

At that, Marcella was startled and sat up.

Can’t believe she slept that long? I was surprised too.

“Sorry… I…”

She was fidgeting.

I sat up and rubbed my tingling arm.

“What’s there to be sorry about? You slept well, that’s what matters.”

“Ah, yes…! Should I rub it for you?”

“No need. Are you hungry? Let’s go out to eat.”

“Ah, yes… but… didn’t you sleep, Demon King…?”

“I fell asleep and just woke up.”

“Ah…”

Marcella was relieved.

Actually, I didn’t sleep. For eight hours, I just watched her sleep deeply.

The way she drooled was so funny, my cheeks hurt from holding back my smile.

“Get dressed quickly.”

“Yes!”

Marcella, now full of energy, opened her suitcase and took out her clothes.

Changing into a fluttery dress, she glanced at me while taking off her T-shirt.

Why? Feeling sorry for drooling? Worrying about everything, must be tiring.

After changing, we held hands and left the house, taking the elevator.

Marcella had her head bowed, but she wasn’t as shy as she was on the train.

She’s gradually adapting. Good.

Walking along the beach, I looked at couples sitting on mats on the sand.

“Shall we eat outside too? Watching the night sea.”

“Yes… I’m fine with anything…”

“Informal speech.”

“I… prefer polite speech…”

“Really? Then do as you like.”

For the next few days, it’s all about you, so do whatever you want.

I bought a mat from a convenience store.

Then, finding a secluded spot, I spread it out and ordered Western food via a delivery app.

Until then, Marcella just stared at me without saying a word.

Her face, illuminated by the distant streetlight, was truly beautiful.

She looked sexy in the day but pure at night.

Isn’t it usually the opposite?

As I was also looking at Marcella, she whispered to me.

“Um… Demon King.”

“Yes?”

“I wonder if it’s okay for me to be like this…”

She must feel strange enjoying such a comfortable life when she should be working at the base.

Honestly, it was pitiful.

Seeing her work hard under a tyrant like me.

Working hard without proper compensation… most people would lose motivation, but her efficiency never dropped.

Marcella was the best subordinate, never complaining and always loyal.

“Sorry.”

At my sudden apology, Marcella tilted her head.

“Yes…?”

“I’m sorry I can’t do more for you.”

“Ah, no…! Don’t say that…”

Marcella, surprised, waved her hands.

I chuckled and said.

“Let’s keep doing well together.”

“Me… me too…”

As the atmosphere became awkward, the food we ordered via drone arrived.

Remembering Marcella couldn’t use chopsticks, I handed her a fork.

Shyly taking the fork, Marcella was about to open the food packaging but stopped at my gesture.

“I’ll do it.”

“Ah… yes…”

Marcella was about to cry again.

Remembering a silly joke, I handed her the pasta and said.

“If you cry from top to bottom at any time, will there be any moisture left?”

At that joke, Marcella let out a “Sniff…!” and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

In that relaxed atmosphere, we started eating the food we ordered, laughing together.

I feel at ease too. It was good to take a vacation.

After finishing the meal, we gathered the packaging and lay down on the mat.

Marcella was staring at the twinkling stars, and seeing that, I realized she had grown very attached to this Earth.

Her actions were completely human-like. A very sensitive human.

“Minji.”

“Yes…?”

“Do you miss your hometown?”

At that, Marcella turned her eyes to me.

And she made a sincere confession.

“I… anywhere is fine as long as you’re there, Demon King.”

It must be time for a serious talk.

I brushed Marcella’s blackened hair.

“You’ll stay with me forever, right?”

“Of course… I can’t live without you, Demon King. I’ll be with you when you conquer Earth and when you turn your eyes to the universe.”

“Thank you.”

“And… it’s presumptuous, but I want to give you some advice…”

“Your advice is always worth listening to. Go ahead.”

“I think it’s good to have a backdoor.”

A backdoor? What backdoor? Asking for an anal?

Tilting my head, Marcella continued.

“Two Beast Slayers are missing, and three Aiters have disappeared. We can only wait, but… I think we need a secret passage only you know, just in case.”

“Hmm…”

Marcella seemed to think the two Beast Slayers were currently in a transformable state.

Is she worried about a sudden ambush?

The disappearance of three Aiters and two people was too coincidental.

Since it’s Marcella’s suggestion, I should follow it.

“A backdoor only you and I know? Not even Sehwa or Yuria?”

“Only you should know, Demon King. I don’t need to know.”

Isn’t she worrying too much…

I’ll agree for now.

“Okay. Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you… for caring for me.”

“I plan to keep caring endlessly.”

Marcella’s face turned red.

Smiling, I rolled over and got closer to her.

“Sehwa seems to appreciate your efforts lately, so don’t dislike her too much.”

“Wa, I’ve never disliked the Queen… rather…”

“Rather?”

“I’m worried she might dislike me if she finds out about this…”

I laughed.

“Sehwa already knows I’m meeting you.”

“Really…?”

“I tried to lie, but Sehwa caught on first. Do you know what she said to me when I was flustered?”

Marcella gulped.

A face full of fear. She must be worried about being bullied by Sehwa when we return.

I smiled softly and continued.

“She told me to treat you well. She said you’ve worked hard and not to contact her for a few days.”

“…..”

“Sehwa has grown a lot too, right? Since Yuria became the Evil Valkyrie, her mindset seems to have changed. She thinks she should show mercy as a queen.”

Tears welled up in Marcella’s big eyes and soon fell.

She must be truly moved. After all, it’s hard to believe coming from Sehwa, who used to be harsh to Marcella.

I was also surprised when I heard that.

The saying that ten complaints followed by one good deed makes the person seem genuine resonated deeply.

“I will… sniff! Serve the Queen… well…”

Marcella, sniffling, said that.

I silently wiped her tears and brought them to my mouth.

A succubus’s tears taste no different from a human’s. Salty.

“Let’s go back.”

“Sniff…! Yes… sniff…!”

Marcella got up, crying.

Her crying like a girlfriend after a fight was both cute and pitiful.

I roughly packed up the mat, looked around, and seeing no one, disabled the surveillance cameras before taking a portal back home.

Then, carrying Marcella, I headed to the bedroom.

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