Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 532: Her Departure

Steam rose gently from the table, curls of fragrant heat swirling above grilled meats, honeyed root vegetables, and spiced rice wrapped in thin leaves. The hall was warm, filled with the light hum of voices and clinking dishes—modest by royal standards, but home to them now.

Asmodeus sat at the centre, his long hair pulled loosely over one shoulder. On his right, Vinea quietly peeled fruit, dropping pale slices onto his plate with care.

Alice rested her elbow beside him, sipping from a deep clay cup while occasionally brushing his thigh with hers under the table. Asmodea leaned heavily against his left arm, chewing with puffed cheeks as if her life depended on it.

The meal carried a strange yet calming atmosphere.

"You're eating like you haven't seen meat in months," Alice teased.

"I haven't!" Asmodea shot back. "Everything in Grigor is boiled. Even their bread tastes like warm towels!"

Asmodeus chuckled under his breath.

Vinea spoke without looking up. "You said that exact sentence to the king's chef."

"Good. He should feel shame."

Alice laughed, and for a time, things felt whole. Simple.

He couldn't help but enjoy the conversation during dinner, since he came from another world. Asmodeus preferred spiced foods with strong tastes. The food at the castle was normally cold, overboiled to avoid poisoning and lacked seasoning.

'Well it's a fantasy world set in the medieval era.'

Asmodeus caught himself glancing around the table—Yumiko feeding Tsukihana at the far end, Yuina bouncing the twins on her lap. Velvet was scribbling something in a worn notebook, while Levia glared at her for stealing her spicy drumstick.

Riel and Sariel were late, probably still washing off the afternoon exhaustion.

So many women.

So many lives that now rested in his hands.

"Still brooding?" Vinea's voice was soft, spoken low so only he could hear.

"Not brooding."

"Liar."

He met her golden and silver eyes, letting out a quiet sigh.

"I am just glad to have you back."

For a moment, she stopped.

Then her lips curled upward—not quite a smile, but close.

That peace lasted only seconds longer.

The door opened with a groan.

A scout entered, bowing low. "Forgive the interruption. There's a message."

Asmodeus didn't stand, but his gaze sharpened.

The scout continued, "A report from our western patrol. They found traces of cloaked riders… carrying Grigorian insignia—but moving south, not north."

Vinea's hand stilled mid-reach.

Alice frowned.

"Who?" Asmodeus asked, his voice low.

"They couldn't get close enough to confirm."

The warmth at the table began to flicker, like a candle in the wind.

***

Later that evening, the hall became quiet.

Asmodeus sent the young girls and their mothers away to relax in the baths, and forget these issues and that he would take care of them. Now, only a few candles flickered in the light, as a silver goblet of wine swilled in his hand.

He overlooked the half-empty plate in front of him and sighed.

"This cannot be happening..."

Asmodeus dragged himself up and strode to the large window overlooking the training area, folding his arms.

Vinea's figure shimmered behind him as she followed without a word.

He didn't look at her right away. "They attacked a village," he said.

She tilted her head slightly. "Grigor's soldiers?"

"Yeah... but, your uncle would never have ordered that, right?"

There was something wrong, but from here, Asmodeus didn't have any ideas or information. He planned to have Alan and Simon look for information.

However, with what happened, it might not be enough.

"The uniforms match. According to the scout, it was a small outpost—mostly beastkin and low-born demons. No standing guard."

Vinea's expression didn't change. "Were there survivors?"

"Two. A child and an old man. They said the attackers didn't even speak. Just… came in, torched the grain stores, beat anyone who looked 'non-human,' and vanished."

His voice was calm, but there was a shift in it—something darker under the surface.

Vinea touched the side of his hand. "You think Alan gave the order?"

"No," he said, too quickly. "But I don't think he stopped it either."

The silence grew heavier between them.

Asmodeus looked ober the faded report and wondered what he was missing.

"I don't want a war with the South," he said, his gaze finally meeting hers. "Not when we are aiming for an alliance and peace... I don't want my future children to live through war."

"You're strong, and I know you can solve this."

"No Vinea... thought I am strong there are limits to what a single man can do. I learned that thanks to you who support me. But this situation just feels stupid." He stepped back from the window, fingers tapping against the hilt of the sword at his waist. "It's not just the attack. They left behind a message—burned into one of the houses."

Vinea's eyes closed slightly as she nodded. "It doesn't feel like Alan, he wouldn't attack like this."

"It reminds me of that damn church, that almost ruined you and Liana's life..."

A nostalgic name brought Vinea back to the present as she admired his profile while reading the report he handed her.

"What did it say?"

He hesitated, then spoke the words like they tasted bitter in his mouth.

"No demons shall inherit this world."

Vinea's lips thinned. "The church?"

"Or someone using their rhetoric." His eyes narrowed. "Either way, it means someone's testing our response."

Vinea leaned closer. "Then don't give them what they want."

He looked at her.

She added, "You're a king now. Not just a warrior."

He let out a slow breath. "Then I'll play this like a king."

She stepped in close and touched his chest. "Let me go south. Quietly. I'll find out if Alan's still Alan." Vinea's soft hands brushed and gripped his clothes. "I will join Simon and Paul... and take some demon knights for safety."

He stared at her.

"I know you hate sending us alone," she said, voice low. "But if this rots from inside, we need eyes down there."

His fingers wrapped lightly around her wrist.

"Please take care of yourself..." He then kissed her brow.

"My dear husband... will you give me courage before I leave?"

Their fingers intertwined as he pushed her body against the candlelit table.

"It would be my pleasure."

***

The next morning came fast.

Mist clung to the rooftops like a veil, hiding the early stir of the capital city. The eastern gate remained quiet, watched by a few trusted guards in plain armour. Vinea, now in travel leathers, checked her blades and folded the last of her cloak into place.

Levia stood nearby, arms crossed, wings tight against her back. "I am so jealous you are leaving without me...!"

"Heh, don't lie you are just happy I let you join us last night." Vinea responded with a grin.

"Tsk... don't be so cocky Princess. You're lucky I'm letting you go without raising hell."

Vinea adjusted the strap of her pack, meeting her gaze. "You're letting me go because you know it's the right move."

Levia grumbled. "Still doesn't mean I like it."

Asmodeus appeared then, cloak thrown over one shoulder, still chewing on a piece of dried meat. "You're late."

"I'm early."

"Too early," Levia muttered.

Behind him trailed another figure — a demon woman with short silver hair and crimson eyes, dressed like a merchant's scribe. She bowed slightly. "Ygrenne, reporting. Assigned to Lady Vinea per His Majesty's orders."

Not all the demon knights remained focused on combat; some began learning about politics and various other topics. Ygrenne came from a family of merchants and practised her family trade happily.

"Good," Vinea said without pause. "Stay sharp and don't speak unless I ask you to."

"Yes, my lady."

Asmodeus came closer. His expression was steady, but the tightness in his eyes remained. "Don't contact me directly. If anything seems strange, send word through Sariel or Yuina."

"And if it's already too late?"

"Then trust your instincts," he said, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Just don't die. If you vanish, I'll come south myself. And if you find and issue with Alan…"

He didn't finish the sentence.

"I'll immediately cancel the mission and come back to you." Because she finished it for him, her eyes focused on his.

Vinea gave him a final nod, then turned, disappearing into the pale light beyond the gate.

She planned to meet Paul and Simon on the way, because time was of the essence. Asmodeus decided this would be the best plan of action.

"Prepare two hundred knights, and have them march south, ready to cross the border and head to Baltimore within a few days. You will lead them, Levia."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

***

Meanwhile, in Baltimore—

The same morning.

Lady Geruth sat alone at the breakfast table, wine still staining her lower lip, bruises across her thighs. She felt sore. Exhausted. And disturbingly satisfied.

Her husband's voice echoed faintly in her head — his threats, his lectures, his rants about demon purity.

All of it... felt distant now.

Her eyes drifted to the empty seat beside hers.

Alan hadn't returned after last night.

She shouldn't care.

She shouldn't crave his scent like a drug.

She rose, shaking slightly, brushing her hair over one shoulder. Somewhere inside her, a soft voice asked her what she'd done… and why she wanted to do it again.

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Not in words.

But when she reached her chamber, a small scroll sat waiting for her — Alan's crest, his handwriting.

"Tonight. Again. We'll finish what we started."

Infidelity wasn't something to joke about, especially on the mainland... but for Geruth, the night with Alan was too intense and pleasant to forget.

"Forgive me..."