My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 427: Seris wants to see you

Morgana looked at everyone in the room, still holding Excalibur in one hand and resting the other on her hip. She let out a long sigh before facing Viviane, then Vergil.

"Well... maybe a surprise like that," — she gestured briefly toward Viviane, making a not-so-subtle reference to her glorious return — "is even smaller than our little Alice creating... a dimension within her own soul."

There was a second of absolute silence.

Vergil, his eyes half-closed, slowly rose from his chair like a predator who had heard something... unacceptable. The atmosphere grew heavy, and his voice sounded low, restrained, but sharp as a sheathed blade:

"What the fuck do you mean, created a dimension?"

Morgana gave a nervous little smile and scratched the back of her neck. "Well... sometimes we underestimate a genius. And when that happens, well... things like this can happen."

"That wasn’t an explanation," Sapphire retorted from the sofa, her tone slightly impatient. Her half-closed eyes made it clear: she was already fed up with half-words and subtleties.

Morgana rolled her eyes, tossed Excalibur lightly to Vergil—who caught it with just two fingers—and crossed her arms, serious now.

"Look, I tried to understand. I swear. But not even Seris, the Queen of Witches, could decipher the magical language that girl is using. Not even her. It’s as if the magic is... being created in real time. And worse: with a structure that doesn’t belong to any of the known schools of magic."

Ada swallowed hard. Katharina turned off the TV.

Stella, still holding a plate of pie, looked over the rim of her cup with a worried look. "Could this... hurt her in any way?"

Morgana hesitated for a brief moment.

"That’s not the problem..." she replied, her expression darkening. "The real danger... is who might want to hurt her."

The room fell silent again.

Raphaeline, who was absentmindedly biting into a piece of toast, stopped mid-bite.

"Has anyone noticed what she’s done?"

"It’s hard to say," Morgana replied, now more restrained. "The dimension is still unstable. Isolated. But if someone realizes what Alice is creating, or worse... what she can become with it..."

Viviane frowned, setting her plate aside.

"She becomes a target."

Morgana nodded. "A target worthy of covetousness, fear... or elimination."

Vergil crossed his arms, his sword now resting on the ground like a silver pillar.

"Is she alone?"

"No, my mother has decided that she will stay with her most of the time," said Morgana. "She has assigned several witches to stay close by and cast various spells for location and well-being. Which means she won’t be such an easy target... but it also means that anyone who tries to touch her is probably Divine level."

"That’s even worse," Sapphire commented in a low voice. "But I think it’s complicated for anyone to want to deal with the Queen of Witches, so for now I believe everything is fine."

Morgana nodded seriously, finally returning to a more sober tone.

"Yes, it’s practically impossible for anyone to detect the dimension Alice created. It’s mobile, not tied to a fixed plane—it’s anchored directly to her soul. In other words..." she twirled her index finger in circles in the air, as if trying to illustrate the idea, "it’s untraceable. Unless, of course, some god of Space is specifically looking for that kind of anomaly."

She paused dramatically.

"But Seris ruled out that possibility. She herself can’t sense anything, and if even she can’t... then the rest of the pantheon has a near-zero chance."

Vergil, standing with his hand resting on the hilt of Excalibur, raised an eyebrow.

"So why, exactly, are you here giving me this news? If precautions have already been taken and her safety is practically guaranteed... what do you want?"

Morgana crossed her arms, sighing theatrically as if she had been expecting this question.

"Because Seris wants to talk to you."

The sentence hung in the air for a moment, like a drop about to fall from a branch.

"She sent me personally to call you," Morgana added, pointing to herself with her thumb.

Vergil narrowed his eyes. "Does she know what this is about?"

"I have no idea." Morgana shrugged. "I’m just the messenger."

And then, as if she were on stage in a musical, she winked at him cheekily—and in the process, her monumental breasts moved like two independent entities, bouncing under the provocative top she was wearing. Gravity seemed to stop to admire the spectacle.

Ada spat out a mouthful of tea she was drinking.

"FUCKING BIG TITS!" she shouted, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Wow, it’s like an earthquake in slow motion," commented Raphaeline, open-mouthed.

Katharina slowly looked up from the TV, her eyes half-closed like two sharp knives.

"If you flirt with my husband," she said calmly, with a thin smile full of promises of violence, "I’ll cut off those breasts and use them as a pillow."

"Whoa!" said Morgana, laughing. "Just kidding, calm down, jealous babe."

Roxanne wasted no time. "No kidding. Those breasts are like soft pudding—without support, they only stay up with an enchanted iron bra."

"You’re just jealous, Rox," Morgana retorted with a venomous smile. "Just because yours are in the ’comforting medium’ category, and mine are ’mass destruction.’"

Roxanne opened her mouth to retort, but Stella, who had returned to eating pie silently, raised a finger.

"I just wanted to say that we’re debating breasts while a girl has created a universe within her own soul."

"Exactly," said Sapphire, still sitting like a scorned queen on the couch. "Priorities."

Vergil took a deep breath, ignoring the debate about explosive curves and supernatural necklines, and walked over to Morgana.

"Well... because the Queen of Witches wants to talk to me... well... there must be a serious reason. Did she say anything else?"

"Besides sending kisses and saying you look better with white hair again?" Morgana asked, smiling slyly, as if it were more her message than the Queen’s. "No. She just said she needs to talk to you directly. And that it’s urgent."

"Great," he muttered. "Another meeting with someone far superior to me..."

Viviane, still sitting next to Sapphire, raised an eyebrow. "She doesn’t usually call anyone that way. Do you want me to go with you, love?"

Vergil chuckled softly and ran his fingers through his hair.

"No... I don’t think so. I’d better just find out what she wants and come back quickly. I want to take a vacation. And I need to talk to my mother."

Ada leaned back on the sofa with a snort. "I hope the next person who walks through that door isn’t her, because honestly... she only causes trouble. I’m already suspicious that she’s the one causing all the problems."

"Go to the spa," Sapphire said nervously, unable to stand these silly conversations.

"She already goes to a demonic spa every Tuesday," Katharina commented. "Don’t try to use that as an excuse."

Roxanne lay down on Stella, with her head on her lap. "Is it possible to convince Alice to create a dimension with only candy and pillows?"

"If she can create a soul dimension, candy and pillows should be the least of it," Stella replied with a slight smile.

Morgana walked to the corner of the room, picking up an enchanted apple from inside the magical fruit bowl—the kind that never ran out, but always offered the most beautiful fruit of the day. She took a big bite and spoke with her mouth full:

"Anyway, it’s good that you keep an eye on her. Alice’s energy is chaotic and creative. If she continues to grow like this, she may become something new. Something that perhaps even she herself does not understand."

Viviane rested her chin on her palm. "She will be protected."

"If not, I will cause even greater chaos than this Walpurgis incident," added Vergil with a steady gaze.

Silence fell again, this time with a softer tone—a kind of collective respect for the weight of responsibility that everyone there shared.

Morgana finished her apple, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked at Vergil again.

"So, shall we go? Seris isn’t exactly patient."

Vergil walked away from the group, but not before taking one last look at the comical chaos in the room—Roxanne and Stella exchanging discreet kisses, Ada complaining about Morgana’s breasts, Katharina holding a dagger disguised as a toothpick, Sapphire looking like she already wanted another glass of wine.

"I’ll be back soon," he said, lifting Excalibur and storing it in his personal space dimension with a subtle gesture.

Viviane smiled. "Good luck with Seris. And... if she tries to seduce you, tell her you’re mine."

"Not even a Queen can take me away from you," he replied calmly, before disappearing into a scarlet portal opened by Morgana.

As soon as the portal closed, silence reigned for half a second. Roxanne broke the moment with a theatrical sigh, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. She rose slowly, stretching her arms like a cat preparing to pounce.

"Okay. Now that the husband’s gone... who’s going to attack Viviane first?" Her voice was sweet, but it carried a cutting edge. "Because I’m definitely not satisfied with that little display of public affection."

Viviane raised an eyebrow, still seated, elegant and unperturbed. A dangerous smile played on her lips.

Sapphire was the first to move—the wine glass disappeared in a sharp crack as she summoned a pure scarlet spear, made of condensed energy and pent-up fury.

"It will be a pleasure to impale you."

One by one, the others rose—Katharina drew her daggers as if she had been waiting for this all day; Ada already had a fireball in her hands; Stella and Raphaeline rose in perfect sync, channeling elemental magic with the precision of a rehearsed choreography.

The air crackled.

Viviane stood up calmly, smoothing her skirt as if she were about to go to dinner, not to a confrontation with six extremely powerful women.

"Ah... you don’t know how much I’ve been waiting for this moment."

Her aura exploded, filling the room with a cold, cutting blue tide. The walls shook. A burst of invisible energy extinguished all the candles in the room. Her smile widened—no longer gentle, but predatory.

From her forehead, two blue crystal horns emerged like crowns of living ice. Her hair floated, propelled by the magical pressure around her.

In her right hand, a translucent Odachi materialized, made entirely of constantly moving water — spinning, singing, vibrating with the fury of the contained ocean.

"I’m sorry..." said Viviane, her voice overflowing with arrogance and suppressed pleasure. "But I’m not going to hold back anymore."

She raised the sword with a subtle movement. The blade responded with a low roar, like a tide about to swallow a city.

"Now that we are equals..." She smiled even wider, her eyes shining like sapphires bathed in thunder.

"I am no longer limited."

The ground cracked beneath her feet. The first step was taken.

And then... chaos began.