Chapter 7 – Whispers of Desire
The castle of black stone echoed with laughter — not the laughter of demons, but of women.
Rale leaned back on his throne, his crimson eyes half-shut as the saintess, the princess, and the elf mage argued over something trivial: who would cook for him tonight.
It was strange. In his past life, he was invisible — a hard worker ignored by everyone. Now, as the Arch Demon Villain, he was desired, wanted, and fought over.
The saintess touched his arm timidly.
"Rale-sama… will you eat the meal I prepared first?"
The princess scoffed.
"He'll eat mine. After all, a warrior's love is proven with strength — even in cooking."
The elf leaned forward, her smile sly.
"Why don't we all share him tonight? Isn't that fair?"
Rale's heart pounded. He never thought anyone would fight for him like this. Yet deep inside, he knew shadows were moving outside his castle walls. The Hero of Light had entered the kingdom. His days of peace would soon end.
But for this night, he allowed himself to enjoy their affection — the warmth he once thought he'd never have.
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