You’d Better Not Cheat on Me, Okay?

Vivian had no complaints about this and obediently did what she was supposed to do.

Besides, what was so bad about sharing a bed with a beautiful girl?

It wasn’t shameful to be the strongest Hero’s prisoner.

On the contrary, she could maintain a purely physical relationship with a beautiful girl.

If she could continue to live like this, freeloading and clinging to the strongest Hero’s thigh, that wouldn’t be so bad.

That was what Vivian thought at the time.

“But… what is going on with this world?”

Vivian read her book while pondering the world she was currently in.

She had transmigrated, and this world was clearly not following the original game’s plot.

This was obvious—after all, in the original story, the Hero of Light, Lucia, would not have personally come to subjugate the Demon Lord of Evernight.

“What are you thinking about?”

Lucia’s voice suddenly came from behind, startling Vivian so much she nearly jumped out of her chair.

“N-Nothing.”

Vivian quickly stood up, lowering her head, not daring to look Lucia in the eye.

“Why are you back so early today? You usually don’t come back until the middle of the night, right?”

She looked at Lucia and asked with some curiosity.

“I came back when I was done, of course. What? You’re reacting like a cat caught stealing fish. You weren’t messing around behind my back, were you? Miss Demon Lord?”

“…”

Lucia walked up to her and reached out to stroke Vivian’s long purple hair—this gesture made Vivian feel a wave of discomfort. She didn’t know whether she should step back or just stand still.

But then Lucia, without any ceremony, sat down right where Vivian had been sitting.

“Come on, give my shoulders a massage—I’m dead tired. Dealing with those nobles and church officials is exhausting.”

“Nobles and church officials?”

Vivian raised her eyebrows but obediently began to rub Lucia’s shoulders like a little maid.

“Yeah, they’re demanding that I hand you over.”

Hearing Vivian’s words, Lucia smiled gently. “After all, a captured Demon Lord is a rare prize. They have a lot they want to pry out of you.”

“…If you’re just trying to intimidate me, there’s no need.”

Vivian’s reaction to this was also very calm.

“Don’t worry, you’re my spoil of war. They wouldn’t dare do anything—”

Lucia’s tone was light, and in fact, it was true.

The strongest Hero still had certain privileges.

“But, why did you spare my life?”

Standing behind Lucia, Vivian gazed at the Hero’s somewhat tempting nape and, on a whim, voiced her question.

The Demon Clan, or more accurately, the race of demonic beings, had been in a natural state of opposition with other races and factions since their birth.

The demons plundered the resources of other races, while the other races had an object they could openly wage war against and legally and legitimately collect “materials” from. Everyone sought what they needed.

Putting aside the game’s settings… the Demon Clan and other races were destined to never coexist peacefully.

“…”

However, after hearing Vivian’s words, Lucia slowly turned her head.

Her azure eyes met Vivian’s scarlet ones, and then she smiled again.

And in Vivian’s eyes, the other woman’s smile was so gentle and warm.

“For no reason. I just thought it might be interesting to keep you alive.”

She said this, then stretched lazily.

Inscrutable.

Vivian looked at the young Hero before her and couldn’t help but think this.

She was so powerful, but in daily life, she was like a lazy, normal girl who disliked complicated things and just wanted to lie down and rest quietly.

“Sigh, but this is fine too. It’s not bad to just live a quiet and stable life.”

Vivian sighed in her heart, feeling that her current life was still acceptable.

After all, she wasn’t a warmonger.

If she could just cling to the strongest Hero’s thigh and get by in this other world, with her only duty being to warm the bed at night, then it was really no big deal.

But as a Hero, Lucia could not stay in her own domain forever.

A month later, one early morning, she got up, packed, and prepared to leave.

“I’m going on an expedition. While I’m away, you’d better not cheat on me, okay?”

“…I’m not interested in anyone else.”

Vivian sat up in bed, gave Lucia an exasperated look, and replied.

Seriously, who else could she, Vivian, possibly fancy when she got to share a bed with the strongest and most charming Hero?

“How long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know. I’ll be back after I’ve subjugated one more Demon Lord.”

Lucia showed a confident smile. Then, before leaving, she gave Vivian a good hug, took a deep breath of her scent, and left her castle and domain without looking back.

“Sigh… time to read.”

After Lucia left, Vivian’s life gradually became plain and boring.

She could only pass the days by reading the books left behind by the castle’s former lord.

Until another month later, new information about Lucia arrived.

“…What do you mean… the Hero died in battle?”

And that was the story of how Vivian had hastily fled from Luo City more than ten days ago.

Ending her reminiscence, Vivian pulled her thoughts back to the present—

She looked at Garen.

Every word this Hero spoke was practically wept in blood, every sentence filled with hatred.

It not only made it crystal clear that his deep love for Lucia had now transformed into eternal grief and obsession, but it also elevated his loathing for the Demon Lord Vivian—whom he contemptuously called a “b*tch”—to an extreme, fight-to-the-death level.

A dead silence fell.

Barton and his team were stunned by the immense grief and anger contained in Garen’s words.

Time ticked by, and the night wind blew through the forest, making a whining sound.

The entire squad was silent.

Everyone held their breath, and even Captain Barton had beads of sweat on his forehead.

It couldn’t be helped.

Faced with the suddenly deranged Garen, the others were at a loss, completely unsure of what to say.

In short, Garen’s men looked like they didn’t dare say or do anything.

“…My apologies. I lost my composure.”

After a moment of silence, Garen’s face returned to a cold expression.

“Please understand, hearing the news of Lady Lucia’s sacrifice was too painful for me—Captain Barton, I’ll trouble you to continue the night patrol. If you find anything unusual or a lone woman, please notify me immediately. It’s highly likely to be the escaping Demon Lord Vivian.”

Then, he stepped aside, clearing the path.

His silver-white figure was a conspicuous landmark in the night.

“Continue your patrol, Captain Barton… Stay alert. The night… is still long.”

“Y-Yes!”

Barton, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly led his squad in a respectful bow, then cautiously picked up the pace and passed by Garen.