Free Web NovelHonestly—
Vieya never really feared Demon Kings.
In this world, where almost everyone — even some Heroes and intelligent monsters — would tremble at the mere mention of a Demon King’s name, she simply didn’t share that reaction.
Monsters killed without blinking; they were synonymous with destruction and ruin.
And the Demon King, being the king of all those monsters, was the ultimate destroyer, the killer of killers. It was only natural that people feared such beings.
Normally, it would take at least two veteran Heroes working together — or several ninth-rank companions fighting in perfect unison — to match one Demon King in battle.
On paper, it sounded like humanity had the advantage in numbers.
But—!
Demon Kings couldn’t be killed.
Every time a Demon King died, their memories, experience, and powers would pass on to the next successor. The newborn Demon King, after only a few years of slumber, would quickly rise to equal or even surpass their predecessor. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
And generation after generation of that cycle only made them stronger, steadier, and harder to shake.
As for humans, their only way to keep up was through sheer breeding numbers and the rare, lucky appearance of a myth-tier Hero.
But now—
Vieya hummed a cheerful tune as she pressed the haughty Demon King down across her knees like a scolded chick. Yes, the world felt pretty conquerable right about now.
Pop~
A soft sound echoed.
Vieya pulled the wine bottle from Elizabeth’s mouth, bringing with it a glimmering string of saliva.
“You lying white fluff! You tricked me again!” Elizabeth snarled, her dark-red eyes glaring at Vieya as though she could bite off a piece of her right then and there.
“A bet’s a bet.”
Vieya smiled faintly. “If I’d lost, I’d have to beg you every day to bite me. But now that you lost, you’ll listen to me obediently. You never learn, do you?”
“Now then,” she said lightly, her emerald eyes gleaming with calm confidence, “tell me about the other Demon Kings — their personalities, hobbies, experiences, family backgrounds. And if you’re familiar with their skills, refresh my memory. It’s called preparation.”
“......”
Elizabeth stayed silent for a while, fidgeting. Finally she muttered, “That’s a long story. How about you let me go first? I’ll write you a full report — much more detailed and organized than talking.”
Then she quickly added, appealing to logic, “Besides, your daughter’s about to come home. If she sees you drunk like this, smelling like a tavern, she’s gonna start an argument for sure.”
“That’s true.”
Vieya loosened her grip. Elizabeth immediately sprang up like a startled animal, leaping far away from the dangerous white-haired woman.
Under the watchful eyes of the other two monsters, Elizabeth’s expression darkened and shifted — her face burned hot. She’d worked all this time only to end up like a caged monkey for show.
“Fine. I keep my word. Tonight you’ll have a notebook — a detailed biography of the other Demon Kings!” Elizabeth huffed and stormed off.
Today’s venture had ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) been a total loss — no pay, no pride, and she’d have to borrow money from that detestable spider just to buy next month’s blood packs.
......
Elizabeth’s noisy little incident soon faded away, and the afternoon rolled on.
After cleaning up the bottles, Vieya decided to take a bath — she’d have to scrub away the alcohol smell before her daughter came home.
She ran the water, adjusted the temperature.
When she looked down at the large slime-like bulge on her chest, she fell into silence again. Back when she’d been a flat-chested little girl, her body had been like a compact steel plate — no curves, no distractions, no particular thoughts.
But now, with magic in abundance, her form had swelled. Even though she’d long gotten used to it, seeing that huge slime chest still made her want to scream.
Maybe she should compress her inner magic? Shrink the “milk tanks” a little? At least enough to see her own toes?
But she’d tried compressing magic before — it felt like forcing a D-cup into an A-cup bra. Excruciating.
As for releasing magic power entirely? That would just be stupid. The more magic, the better.
“...Why does it have to be this big anyway? It’s not even useful. Just... sensitive... Whatever. I’ll treat it as an external magic storage organ.”
Sighing helplessly, Vieya covered her chest with a towel — out of sight, out of mind.
The warm water was incredibly pleasant.
Ever since she’d first used her slime-girl body to bathe, she had fallen in love with the feeling — with warmth, with water, with the sensation of floating and dissolving in comfort.
The old her had never enjoyed baths. That fondness for moisture was probably something inherent to the slime species.
She pondered lazily.
After washing herself clean, she realized Jasmine wouldn’t be home for a while yet. So she stayed in the bath a little longer, relaxing with her big eyes narrowing into happy crescents.
Two silly yellow rubber ducks bobbed gently across the water’s surface, swaying with the ripples.
After a while, she dried her hair, went downstairs to the main hall, and stretched out on the sofa to wait for her daughter to come home — and maybe fry her some rice.
“Meow, you smell so nice...” The catgirl came closer, sniffing curiously. “Did you use perfume?”
“No perfume.”
Vieya didn’t feel like explaining how slimes started smelling like apples after eating too many apples.
Ding-ling~
“Mom, I’m home!” fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
The doorbell chimed, and Jasmine pushed the door open. The moment she saw her mother lounging on the sofa, her eyes lit up. “Mom, you changed your clothes! You look so pretty!”
“......”
Vieya followed her daughter’s voice and froze. Because next to Jasmine stood someone — a girl with brownish hair, a full head taller than her daughter.
“Is she... your classmate?” Vieya sat up straight, her pale green eyes blinking in confusion. She couldn’t tell if the feeling in her chest was warmth or something strange — a mix of pride and unease, maybe even a tinge of... sadness?
Wait— Why sadness?!
Was she seriously feeling sad because she was worried her daughter wouldn’t cook for her anymore?!
Seeing her mother’s odd expression, Jasmine hurried to pull the brown-haired girl forward and introduce her.
“Mom, this is my classmate, Maisie.”
The girl called Maisie bent forward slightly and greeted her politely, “Hello, Mom~”
Vieya: “?”
Catgirl: “?”
Jasmine: “?”
Of the three, Jasmine was the first to react. She jumped in front of her friend and shouted, flustered, “What are you saying?! That’s my mom! You’re supposed to call her auntie!”
“Really?”
Maisie scratched her cheek in embarrassment, sneaking a glance at the woman on the sofa. Her voice was quiet, but clear enough for everyone to hear.
“But your mom looks so young and beautiful... younger than my mom. Calling her ‘auntie’ feels wrong somehow. Maybe I should just call her big sister?”
Then she shyly turned to Vieya and said, “Big sister?”
Vieya blinked and made a puzzled sound of acknowledgment.
Jasmine’s face froze, then turned crimson as she started pushing Maisie toward the door.
“Get out! You’re not welcome in my house anymore!”
