My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 671: The tournament is about to begin!

"But I want to fight by your side," she confessed. "I don't want to always be… the one who stays behind."

Vergil blinked, confused. 'Did I go back in time?' He questioned, bewildered before listening.

"I know," she replied. "And that's why I'm still not letting you into that hell."

She lowered her eyes. "Don't you trust me?"

The question was impactful.

'Shit, I really did go back in time!' Vergil closed his eyes for a moment before answering.

"I trust you," he said. "In who you are. In who you can become. That's exactly why…" he said the same thing as before meeting future Alice, he smiled, "No, it's okay. You can go."

Seris watched silently, evaluating each word. She noticed that slight change in mood suddenly and raised her eyebrows. Vergil also saw her analytical face and shook his head.

"It's alright. I trust her." He spoke and ruffled Alice's hair with his right hand, while the girl hugged him.

Vergil kept his hand resting on Alice's head for a few more seconds, feeling her slight tremor gradually subside. The hug was strong, but not desperate—it was the kind of embrace of someone who finally heard something they needed to hear.

He took a deep breath.

"Alice," he called, in a softer tone now. "Be honest with me."

She lifted her face, still holding his clothes.

"Hm?"

"If I let you into that tournament…" he said, looking at her with genuine seriousness, "can you defend yourself?"

Alice blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then… she smiled.

It wasn't a mischievous smile. Nor arrogant. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

It was a simple smile. Confident. Too natural.

"I can."

Vergil frowned slightly. "'How can I?'?" he insisted. "Prepared magic? Catalysts? Some kind of active contract?"

"No," she replied promptly.

Seris, who had been observing in absolute silence until then, tilted her head.

"Alice…" she began cautiously.

"No, Aunt," Alice interrupted, still looking at Vergil. "He asked if I can defend myself. Not how."

Vergil felt a slight shiver run down his spine.

"Then show me," he said calmly.

Alice nodded.

She took a step back.

She didn't raise her hands. She didn't utter words. She didn't trace runes in the air. She didn't activate magic circles.

She just… stood there.

Vergil narrowed his eyes, analyzing every detail.

And then he did something simple.

He released a tiny fraction of his demonic pressure.

Not an attack. No hostile intent.

Just presence.

Enough to crush common demons. Enough to make veteran mages gasp for breath.

The reaction was immediate.

The air around Alice… doubled.

There was no explosion. No light. No visible resistance.

The pressure simply didn't reach her.

It was as if reality had decided, on its own, that that force wasn't allowed to touch her.

Vergil blinked.

The pressure continued to expand… swirling around the girl like water flowing around an invisible stone.

"...What?" he murmured.

Seris took a deep breath.

"Alice," she said carefully, "turn slightly to the left."

Alice obeyed, confused.

The instant she moved, a chair behind her—which had been perfectly intact—simply disintegrated. It wasn't pushed. It wasn't broken.

It ceased to exist. Vergil turned his face slowly toward the destroyed object.

Then, he looked back at Alice.

"You… did this?" he asked.

Alice's eyes widened.

"Me? No! I just turned…"

Another dry crack echoed.

A containment rune etched into the wall—a rune made to withstand high-level magical explosions—cracked on its own, like old glass.

Vergil took a step back.

"Seris," he said slowly, "explain. Now."

Seris closed her eyes for a moment, as if accepting that secrets could no longer be kept.

"Alice doesn't conjure magic," she said. "She is magic."

Vergil stood motionless.

"That's not a metaphor," Seris continued. "She doesn't need to activate anything because nothing is 'off.' The world… responds to her."

Alice looked at her own hands, confused.

"I just… think," she murmured. "And things happen."

"Exactly," Seris confirmed. "There's no casting time. There's no cost. There's no latency."

She stared at Vergil with utter seriousness.

"It's impossible to defeat this girl under normal circumstances."

Vergil felt something unusual form in his chest.

Not fear.

Something worse.

"She is… blessed," said Seris. "Not by a god. Not by an entity. By magic itself."

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Vergil ran a hand slowly over his face.

"This is… terrifying," he admitted.

He looked at Alice again.

The girl who smiled shyly, as if she had just shown a silly trick.

'Of course,' he thought. 'Of course it makes sense.'

He remembered.

The future.

The white void.

The throne of magic.

Him being ripped from time as if he were just any piece.

"...It makes perfect sense," he murmured.

Alice tilted her head. "Father?"

Vergil took a deep breath and then… laughed.

A short laugh. Incredulous. "You're going to cause unbelievable chaos," he said. "Do you realize that?"

She smiled proudly. "I will."

Seris sighed. "I warned you," she murmured, crossing her arms. "The tournament has no idea what it just agreed to."

Vergil approached Alice again and carefully placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Listen carefully," he said seriously. "If anything gets out of control…"

"I'll run to you," she replied without hesitation.

He smiled slightly. "Good answer."

Deep down, though, Vergil already knew.

She's the reason I survive.

It's better this way.

I don't even want to imagine what happens after I die in this world.

The thought passed heavily, inevitably.

After all… now, he was just the husband of Sapphire Agares, Raphaeline Baal, and Stella Sitri.

And that, in itself, already made any post-death scenario an absolute nightmare.

What would happen?

In a hypothetical—and not at all improbable—scenario, Sapphire would awaken her aura.

Just that.

Not an attack. Not a declaration of war.

The simple awakening.

A large part of the stands would be instantly crushed, bodies succumbing to the pressure before anyone even understood what was happening. Then, she would advance, without hesitation, towards whoever had killed Vergil.

In the resulting chaos, Raphaeline would smile.

The blood of the dead would rise like an obedient sea, transformed into blades, spears, chains—weapons shaped to continue the massacre. Each death would feed another. A perfect cycle.

Stella, for her part, wouldn't even need to get close.

Demonic whirlwinds would tear through the coliseum, sucking in gods and mortals, ripping bodies apart, scattering screams across the sky. The more panic, the more power. The more death, the more chaos.

And that… considering only the three queens.

Paimon, without a doubt, would not be left behind.

The entire army under his command would be summoned within the coliseum. There would be no restraint. There would be no distinction. A mass genocide would begin, expanding the conflict to something far beyond a tournament—total war.

Odin's Valkyries would try to intervene.

They would try.

But the chances of Brynhildr betraying her own sisters and launching herself into battle were enormous. The seed of rebellion had been there for too long—and, with Vergil dead, any restraint would disappear. Odin's authority would crumble in the next instant.

Then… Seris.

The Witch Queen.

Nervous. Furious.

She would freeze the gods present in that place. Not in ordinary ice, but in time, space, and spell. No teleportation. No escape. No mercy.

The end result?

Incalculable.

Wukong was on Vergil's side.

The God-Slayer would transform the coliseum into a banquet of corpses.

Aphrodite would also be there.

And, above all…

Vergil's mother.

What would follow would not be a battle.

It would be a banquet of chaos.

The tournament would become the greatest bloodbath in human history—an event remembered not as a divine competition, but as the day the world almost ended because a single man died.

And that was exactly why…

Vergil needed to stay alive.

Vergil blinked.

The weight of the possibilities dissipated like mist in the sun.

The world returned.

The nonexistent white was torn apart by sound, color, and presence. The coliseum unfolded around him in layers: first the stone floor beneath his feet, then the open sky above, charged with divine energy, and finally the noise—thousands of voices rising almost simultaneously.

The stands began to fill.

Not all at once, but in waves.

Portals opened like wounds in space, pouring out gods, demigods, ancient entities, and spectators who should never have existed in the same place. Some came laughing. Others watched in reverent silence. Many carried the hungry expectation of those who had come to witness death.

Vergil sensed it.

The coliseum was abuzz.

Then, from the center of the arena, a voice echoed.

Not loud.

Not aggressive.

But absolute.

"Combatants of the divine tournament," said the voice, amplified by reality itself. "The stage is set. The rules have been sealed. Fate will be decided."

Vergil exhaled slowly.

"—Hm…" he murmured. "—So it's now."

He glanced to the side.

Alice was there, whole, real, holding the hem of her dress with both hands. Her eyes shone—not with fear, but with contained excitement, like someone about to fulfill something inevitable.

Vergil suddenly bent down, taking her by the waist before she understood what was happening, and naturally placed her on his shoulders.

"—Hey—!" she began, surprised.

He held her legs firmly.

"Better view from up here," he said with a crooked smile. "Besides, this way I know exactly where you are."

Alice blinked… and laughed.

A clear laugh, too light for that place.

The stands continued to fill. Eyes turned to them. Some curious. Others already hostile. A few… apprehensive, as if something had been wrong from the start.

Vergil raised his gaze to the center of the arena.

He felt the chaos within him awaken.

He felt the world respond.

"So…" he said, his voice laden with dangerous excitement, "it's going to begin."

He took his first step forward.

Stone creaking underfoot.

"We're going to kill some people," he finished, laughing, as if announcing an absurd game.

Up above, Alice carefully held her head to avoid falling and nodded, smiling broadly.

"Let's go."