My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 260: Sapphire has to come back!

Sapphire was reclining on the luxurious sofa of her mansion, a wine goblet resting between her fingers. The flickering firelight cast soft shadows on her flawless skin, highlighting every detail of her supernatural beauty.

"Viola." Her voice was silky, laced with authority and a hint of amusement.

In an instant, the shadows around the room twisted, and from them emerged a small figure with an overwhelming presence. Viola bowed before her mistress with the precision of someone who knew exactly where she belonged in the world.

"Yes, my lady," she responded, her voice controlled but always carrying a note of devotion.

Sapphire gently swirled the wine in her glass before lifting her glowing eyes to Viola, her gaze piercing and enigmatic.

Then, with an unreadable expression, she asked...

"Viola... do you think I'm ugly?"

The impact was immediate. Viola's body stiffened on the spot. She blinked. Twice.

'What?' was the only thought running through her head.

The question echoed in her mind like thunder. Was this a test? A trick question? Some kind of cruel trap?

Viola was an implacable servant, a merciless assassin, a lethal shadow that could bring down armies if ordered to do so. She was rational, logical, disciplined. But none of that prevented her brain from simply melting like hot butter at this moment.

Because, for the love of the gods, Sapphire was ridiculously, absurdly, insultingly gorgeous.

And that wasn't an opinion—it was an undeniable universal fact. Viola was straight. Without a doubt in the world. But even so, the mere presence of this woman made her question the sanity of the universe. And now, this force of nature wanted to know if she was ugly?

Viola cleared her throat, trying to maintain composure. "My lady... that question makes absolutely no sense."

Sapphire tilted her head, a small smile forming on her ruby lips. "Oh? Why not?"

Viola wanted to die. It was as if Sapphire was fishing for praise with just a tiny smirk.

"Because... because you are not just beautiful, you are..." She hesitated, feeling her own face heat up. "You are overwhelming. And I believe that any being, regardless of race, gender, or sexuality, would be forced to agree with me."

Sapphire observed her for a moment, her eyes glimmering with something amused. Then, she rested her face against her palm and let out a melodramatic sigh.

"Then why hasn't he devoured me yet?"

Viola blinked, confused. "...He?"

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Sapphire rolled her eyes and smiled, almost like a love-struck girl. "Vergil, of course."

Viola froze. For a moment, only the crackling of the fireplace filled the silence.

Then, with an exasperated sigh, she lifted her eyes to the heavens, as if pleading for patience from the gods.

Viola kept her posture firm, but internally, she was in complete despair.

"My lady... with all due respect... Lord Vergil has clearly already been devoured."

She thought that answer would be enough. But no.

Sapphire sighed, sinking deeper into the soft couch, her body melting into the velvet as if the weight of the world rested upon her shoulders. She pouted slightly, and her expression—normally fierce and imposing—now looked incredibly vulnerable.

"Then why isn't he looking at me?" Her voice came out almost whiny. "I feel so lonely... I just want the warm embrace of the man I love..."

Viola froze.

Her gaze swept over her mistress, searching for any trace of the terrifying woman who had once led countless bloody battles without flinching. But all she saw was a melancholic princess curled up on a velvet couch, sulking like a rejected maiden.

'What happened to the warrior who incinerated entire armies without shedding a single tear?' The shock quickly gave way to indignation.

'This woman used to terrify the Underworld with her presence! When did the lioness turn into a spoiled kitten?!' Viola refused to accept this.

She clenched her fists.

'I will not allow my mistress to become soft over a man! Especially one who has already devoured her entirely!' Taking a deep breath, Viola stepped forward with determined strides and locked eyes with Sapphire.

"My lady, forgive my insolence..." she began. Sapphire lifted her gaze to her, intrigued.

"... But you are being pathetic."

Silence fell like a thunderclap.

Sapphire blinked slowly. "...What?"

Viola stood firm. "You are Sapphire Agares! The Scarlet Fury! The Spartan! The Demon War Goddess! The warrior capable of making gods tremble!"

"Yes, yes, I know..." Sapphire rolled her eyes, throwing her head back dramatically. "But none of that matters if the man I want won't even look at me..."

Viola gritted her teeth. 'Enough.'

She took a step forward and pointed directly at Sapphire.

"Vergil isn't looking at you right now because he knows he's already won. He has you in the palm of his hand. But what if he saw the Sapphire I know? The woman who doesn't beg for attention—but demands it. The woman who would never wait for a man's warmth—but would make him kneel before her!"

Sapphire narrowed her eyes.

Viola crossed her arms. "If he isn't looking at you, my lady, then you should make it impossible for him to ignore you! He is a king. But you… you are far more than a queen!"

A moment of silence followed.

Then, slowly, a predatory smile spread across Sapphire's lips.

Her eyes glowed with something dangerous. Something... familiar.

"...Viola."

A shadow wrapped around Viola's throat for a split second. "Y-Yes, my lady?"

Sapphire rose from the couch in one graceful motion, approaching slowly. "You're right."

Viola felt a shiver run down her spine. Sapphire leaned in, her face dangerously close to her servant's.

"But if he kneels… do you think I should forgive him?"

Viola hesitated. "... If he's smart, he'll kneel before you even command it."

Viola walked out of the room with firm steps, maintaining her composure… until, the moment she passed through the door—

SHING!

A sharp, ruby-like blade slid against her throat.

Viola didn't blink. She didn't flinch.

With a single movement, she stopped the blade at the last moment… with the tip of her nail.

Her gaze locked onto her attacker's.

Novah.

The head maid's scarlet eyes burned with restrained fury, her lips pressed into a thin line. The crimson blade was still poised against Viola's skin, trembling slightly with tension.

"What the hell do you think you were doing in there?" Novah growled, her voice low and dangerous.

Viola arched an eyebrow. "Oh, you mean 'pulling Sapphire out of that pathetic depression'? You're welcome."

"The hell with your 'you're welcome'!" Novah yanked the blade back with a sharp motion, but she didn't lower her guard. "She was finally calm, and you decided to poke the beast?! Do you have any idea what could happen now?"

Viola sighed, crossing her arms. "If by 'poke the beast' you mean 'make our mistress remember who the hell she is,' then yes. And I'd do it again."

Novah closed her eyes for a second, as if trying to summon divine patience to keep from stabbing her colleague.

"She was recovering," Novah insisted, every word laced with frustration. "You reopened the wound on purpose."

Viola smirked slightly. "And you wanted her to stay like that? Lying on the couch, whining like an abandoned girl? I didn't recognize that woman, Novah. And I bet you didn't either."

Novah's gaze hardened. She couldn't deny it.

Even so, she raised her blade at Viola once more. "Do you realize what you just did? You started a fire. And if I know Sapphire…"

Viola finished for her.

"She won't let Vergil escape this time."

Novah clenched her teeth.

Viola grinned. "And tell me… do you really think that's a bad thing?"

Novah's blade glowed with an intense crimson light before vanishing in a flash of energy.

She exhaled heavily, rubbing her temple.

"No. But I do think you just handed that man a death sentence."

Viola laughed, but it wasn't a laugh of amusement. It was filled with frustration, indignation, and… maybe even a little pity.

"Then he better be ready," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with fierce intensity. "It's entirely his fault for being irresponsible. I mean, seriously? Conquering the most powerful woman in Hell and then just… neglecting her? He deserves whatever's coming to him!"

Her voice rose, raw with an emotion Novah had never heard from her before.

"I want him to burn!" Viola growled, turning abruptly.

Before Novah could even process her colleague's explosive reaction, Viola vanished in a single step, fading into the shadows like a specter.

'What the hell just happened?' Novah blinked.

Viola… that Viola. Always cold, always composed, always Sapphire's silent shadow.

And now? Now, she had spat fire.

Novah sighed, running a hand down her face. "She was really pissed…" she muttered to herself, her thoughts heavy.

Then, staring at the empty space where Viola had stood, she exhaled deeply, a chill running down her spine.

"...Vergil has just been sentenced to a war alone."

Shaking her head, she went back to what she was doing.

A storm was brewing.

And at its center? Vergil.

...

Vergil walked through the streets of Monaco after dealing with the vampire problem, his hands tucked into his pockets, his expression relaxed. But then...

"ATCHOO!"

He stopped in the middle of the street, frowning.

Katharina, walking beside him, raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Someone must be talking bad about you, or… are you catching a cold?"

Vergil snorted, rubbing his nose. "A lot of people talk bad about me, Katharina. If that were the case, I'd be sneezing all day."

She laughed. "Good point. The Demon King catching a cold, how strange."

He just shook his head, but for some reason… an odd feeling gnawed at him.