My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 617

Chapter 617: Population of the Territory
The blue flames flickered silently in the colossal hall, reflecting off the obsidian pillars as Selene, Rize, Vanny, Katharina, and Roxanne stared at Vergil as if he’d just uttered the dumbest phrase of the millennium.

He crossed his arms.

“Okay. So explain it to me. Why did you build an entire city the size of an imperial capital? This is… completely megalomaniacal.”

Selene touched her lips with a finger, as if trying not to laugh.

“Technically, it wasn’t our idea. The plan was quite simple: a castle. Just one castle. One for you, a small one for administration, maybe a modest wall to delimit the territory. Nothing too extravagant.”

Rize placed her hands on her hips, thrusting her chest out with that unabashedly sexy look she didn’t even need to try to achieve.

“Yes. Something elegant, discreet… well, as discreet as possible, since you don’t exactly belong understated.”

Vanny, behind them, raised her hand.

“I wanted to put in a bigger stable, but that’s irrelevant now.”

Selene continued, crossing her legs on the throne and resting her face in her hand, like a lazy queen.

“Then, when the three of us started building… something strange happened.”

Vergil raised an eyebrow.

“Strange how?”

“Demons started appearing,” Selene explained with a tired sigh. “Out of nowhere. Attracted by the nascent territory, by its aura, and mainly… by rumors.”

Roxanne frowned.

“Rumors?”

Selene nodded.

“Paimon.”

Vergil almost slapped his forehead.

“Ah. Great. Here comes trouble.”

“She warned the prisoners in the labyrinth that you were creating territory,” Selene said. “And that you were… how can I say… recruiting.”

Katharina ran a hand over her face, exasperated.

“Tell me they didn’t take this seriously.”

Selene pointed to the gigantic windows, where it was possible to see towers, walls, bridges, entire neighborhoods, and demons flying from one side to the other like tiny infernal ants.

“Do you really want me to answer?”

Vergil opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Crossed his arms.

“Okay, but even so… did they really want to serve me that much? When I was imprisoned, I demonstrated authority, of course. But I swore they would ignore it after a while. If I had known they would take it so seriously—”

He stopped.

Because all five women were looking at him.

Not a normal look.

It was one of those universal looks, shared between beings who have nothing in common except the fact that they are witnessing a man being stupid.

“…What is it?” Vergil asked, irritated. All five answered at the same time.

Same tone.

Same intonation.

Same expression of “I can’t believe you’re so clueless.”

“You shoved one guy’s head up another guy’s ass. Everyone’s terrified of you.”

The silence that followed could have shattered glass.

Vergil blinked. Twice.

Katharina patted him on the back, as if comforting a slow child.

“Darling… love of my life… my favorite chaos… you did the demonic equivalent of ripping off an arm and using it as a baseball bat. They haven’t forgotten. Nor will they.”

Roxanne held up her fingers.

“And that wasn’t all. You took down the entire violent wing single-handedly. Single-handedly. And without breaking a sweat.”

Vany raised her hand shyly.

“And also… everyone already knows you killed Dionysus…”

Rize smiled with murderous pride.

“Yes, it’s true… Everyone already knows what happened. It became world news.”

Selene finished, resting her chin on her fist:

“You not only earned respect. You earned terror. Literally. Their presence here means one thing: they consider you the fifth demonic sovereign.”

Vergil rubbed his nose.

“I never said I wanted this.”

Selene shrugged.

“They decided for you. Demons are like that. They follow the scent of strength. And you smell of… hm… absolute destruction? I don’t know. But it suits you.”

Roxanne approached the castle through the window, watching the movement outside.

“That explains the rapid construction… but how did it scale so much? This place is gigantic. Nobody builds a city like this in three days.”

Rize raised a finger.

“Nobody… except hundreds of super-strong demons desperate to impress a new sovereign.”

Vany smiled cheerfully.

“And I built the stables!”

Katharina squinted.

“Yes, dear, that was certainly crucial.”

Selene raised one hand, creating a small projection of mana in the air. A map of the region appeared—once a chaotic forest, now an empire.

“The territory reacts to its owner. It wants to grow. It wants to expand. It wants to mold itself to its power and desires. And when hundreds of demons came, all with enough power to move mountains…”

The map expanded, towers appearing, walls stretching, districts appearing like waves.

“…the city grew at the same speed.”

Vergil looked at the hologram, resting his chin on his hand.

“So that’s why the castle became so large. Because of them.”

“…not only for that reason.” Selene corrected.

Vergil turned his face away.

“What do you mean?”

Selene pointed to Rize and Vanny.

“The two of them started competing.”

Vergil stared at them.

They both smiled.

That typical “I messed up and I’d do it again” smile.

Selene continued:

“Rize wanted to prove she could create better defenses. Vanny wanted to prove she could lift faster. One started pulling structures from the earth with reinforced webs. The other started building giant structures because—”

“—because my master deserves the greatest empire of all!” Vanny shouted happily.

Rize licked her lips, with a provocative look.

“And because I like to make my master comfortable.”

Katharina whispered to Roxanne:

“Starting to understand why the city got so pornographically large?”

Roxanne gave a resigned nod.

“Yes. Everything here screams sex, violence, and megalomania. It’s literally Vergil’s scent.”

Vergil raised his hands, irritated.

“Please. I’m not that exaggerated.”

Five voices instantly responded:

“Yes, you are.”

“Vergil, love, you are.”

“Too much.”

“Ridiculously.”

“Very.”

He sighed deeply, accepting defeat.

Selene then clapped her hands to get their attention.

“The point is: all this happened because your name circulated in the underworld, in the labyrinths, among free and imprisoned demons. And they all came drawn for the same reason.”

Vergil raised an eyebrow.

“And what would that be?”

Selene smiled softly, full of meaning.

“They think you’re the best among the Demon Kings.”

Katharina and Roxanne remained silent.

“Well, considering my mother’s been domesticated for a while now, he’s the one who stands out the most after her,” Katharina thought, looking at her husband.

Rize and Vanny’s eyes widened with redoubled pride.

Vergil just…

…took a deep breath, staring at the gigantic castle.

“Great,” he finally said, tired.

“How many demons are in this city?”

The blue flames continued to ripple through the hall, casting vivid shadows as Selene moved the magical projection with a gentle wave of her hand. In the hologram, hundreds of crimson dots glowed—each representing a demon within the newly formed territory.

Vergil narrowed his eyes.

“So tell me, Selene… how many?”

Selene gave a small smile, the kind that said you won’t like the answer, but I’ll give it to you anyway. She slid her finger across the hologram and zoomed in on an area, revealing magical counters.

“Current total? Three hundred and twenty-seven.”

Vergil blinked slowly.

“…three. Hundred. Twenty. Seven.”

“Uh-huh.” Selene confirmed with the nonchalance of someone commenting on the weather.

Roxanne let out a long sigh, as if she had expected that number to appear from the beginning. Katharina rubbed her forehead, already in her “my husband attracts trouble like candy attracts ants” mode.

Vergil spoke again, more slowly:

“Selene… that’s too many people.”

“They’re not ‘people’.” Rize corrected, excitedly. “They’re demons.”

“That doesn’t help.”

Selene raised three fingers and began to explain like a patient teacher to a slow learner—and Vergil couldn’t decide whether he felt irritation or embarrassment.

“Lower class: twenty-eight.” The hologram highlighted several small dots, clustered mostly on the outskirts of the city.

“Fragile demons, wandering spirits, newly formed aberrations, people without real power. Basically, helpers. They clean, carry, build, obey.”

Vergil waved his hand.

“Okay. That’s not so bad.”

Katharina murmured:

“A small army of infernal trainees.”

Selene raised her second finger.

“Middle class: ninety-three.”

These dots were larger, pulsing with denser mana.

“Soldiers, mercenaries, cultists, some users of old magic. They are strong, but not strong enough to be a serious threat to someone of your level. They came because they heard that you… um… ‘brought order’ to the labyrinth.”

Vergil shifted, clearly remembering the violence without wanting to.

“They came because they’re stupid.”

Rize chuckled.

“They came because they’re afraid, master. And demons do anything out of fear.”

Then Selene raised her third finger.

The hologram changed color.

The dots grew larger.

More vivid.

Heavier.

The atmosphere in the hall shifted slightly, as if even the projection carried real danger.

“Upper class,” Selene said, her tone more serious.

“The group you should really be worried about.”

Vergil crossed his arms, already anticipating the problem.

“How many?”

Selene tilted her head, her smile reappearing.

“Two hundred and six.”

Vergil choked on his own air.

Roxanne’s eyes widened—and she was the coldest of the group.

Katharina crossed her arms, tense.

Vanny snapped her bovine tail in the air, proud as if it were a reason to celebrate.

Rize licked her lower lip, obviously finding it sexy.

Vergil rested both hands on his face.

“Two hundred and six… high-class demons.”

“Yes.”

“That’s more than any demon city has.”

“Yes.”

“Are they former alpha-class demons?”

“Most of them.” Selene confirmed. “Two hundred and seven, counting one who’s flying in now. He wants permission to build a bathhouse in his name.”

Vergil forcefully pulled his hands away from his face.

“I don’t want a bathhouse named after me!”

Selene shrugged.

“They think you do.”

Rize chuckled softly.

“They’ll do anything to impress you.”

Vany finished, putting her hands to her face and swinging her legs like an excited teenager:

“They’re like little puppies! Giant, dangerous, murderous demons… but when they see their master…”

She raised her arms, imitating a dog wagging its tail.

“‘Master, look! I built a new tower! Master, notice me! Master, can I kill someone for you?'”

Katharina huffed impatiently.

“I don’t know whether to be proud or start crying.”

Roxanne commented with brutal honesty:

“This is completely insane, even by demonic standards.”

Vergil looked at the map.

At the hundreds of crimson dots.

To the gigantic demon city that, apparently, existed because of him—without him having asked for it.

“Are they… dangerous?” he asked cautiously.

Selene tilted her head.

“W-well… considering that most of them are women.”

Vergil looked at her… “What?”

“W-well… about 65% are women.”

Katharina and Roxanne trembled… “Oh, I’ll kill most of them,” Katharina said, and Roxanne agreed, “Yes, a bunch of bitches in heat wanting my husband’s attention… Let’s kill them all!” She said, and the two rolled up their sleeves.

But Vergil put his hand on both of their shoulders. “There’s no need. She hasn’t finished speaking yet.”

“Well, despite being women. They don’t seem to be looking for anything sexual, they just want… to be domesticated. They’re quite masochistic, if you’ll excuse the expression. I warned you that you wouldn’t even look at them, after all, you’ve already married 3 of the 4 current queens, and you have their 3 heirs, besides… Never mind.”

“They… want to be their husband’s little dogs?” Katharina questioned.

“Basically, that’s it. Female demons like to be subjugated. You’re a prime example. You were the most arrogant in the world, but as soon as Vergil arrived, you became just as submissive.” Selene shrugged.

Katharina was about to retort but… “W-well… even Mom was like that…” She said, thinking of her imposing mother who now does everything for Vergil.