My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 271: Arriving in Romania

The plane began to slow down smoothly, descending through clouds now tinged with a soft pink. The view outside showed a landscape covered in a thin layer of snow, and, unlike the images of Romania Vergil had in mind, it looked more like a movie set than reality.

A part of him wondered if Sapphire was actually aware of the weather forecast.

"I wasn't expecting snow," Vergil murmured, watching out the window as the plane continued to approach the runway.

Sapphire, already seated relaxed with her arms crossed, glanced out as well, her expression light, almost curious. "Neither was I, but I think it fits the mood of the place. And, to be honest, it just makes things... more interesting."

They grabbed their things as soon as the plane landed and the cabin door was opened. The movement at the airport was calm, but the cold air from outside soon made them realize the urgent need for something more appropriate.

The only problem: they didn't have any winter clothes.

It seemed almost funny, but they were demons... the cold was a bit more severe for them, and well... they still seemed to be interpreting a romantic movie.

"I'm not exactly the type to care about the weather, but... looks like I'll need something more to survive this," Sapphire spoke with a light tone, but her eyes were alert, as if assessing the situation.

Vergil looked at her with a faint smile. 'The most demonic demon of them all is cold?... Doubt it... she just wants me to be a gentleman.' He then said, "Maybe it's not a bad idea to find something, then. I'd say we don't exactly need winter clothes, but let's be practical."

"Is that 'practical' for you?" She raised an eyebrow. "Not like your idea of 'practical' involves something simple, Vergil."

"I'm not a winter fashion expert," he replied, with a hint of irony, as he headed toward the shopping terminal.

The following scene was somewhat comical.

Sapphire, who always carried herself with natural grace and a skill to stand out wherever she went, was now forced to deal with the cold weather in an improvised manner.

Vergil, who was by her side, was also unprepared for the cold, wearing only his usual black overcoat, which gave him the appearance of someone about to go to a formal dinner but made no sense in the middle of snow.

They entered a clothing store and were immediately greeted by an attendant. The shop, a local boutique, was elegant, with a selection of coats and accessories that fell somewhere between modern and traditional, a mix of styles that suited their taste.

Sapphire looked around, her eyes fixed on a row of faux fur coats that seemed promising. She examined them with interest, touching the material as though assessing the texture of a rare artifact. "I want something that suits me, not something that looks like I was attacked by a giant sheep," she said, more to herself than to Vergil, but he heard it clearly.

Vergil didn't respond, simply observing how she looked at the options, his posture still impassive, as if he were completely immune to the cold that entered through the store's glass doors. After a moment of silence, he too began to observe the coats available to him. The fine wool coats, with a touch of sophistication, were discreet but comfortable.

Sapphire, already a bit impatient, turned to him. "So, you're not going to help with anything, huh?"

Vergil looked at her, his eyes shining behind his sunglasses. "Help? No, you manage just fine on your own."

Sapphire smiled with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "I'm going to try on a little bit of everything, just to annoy you." She moved towards the fitting room, her steps firm and elegant as always.

Vergil stood there, watching, the smile on his lips faint. She truly loved messing with him this way. But he wasn't worried. She always acted like this—a game of seduction and independence that, no matter how hard he tried, was never predictable.

As she disappeared into the fitting room, Vergil picked up a dark faux fur coat, one that perfectly matched his style. He moved away to try it on, and the first thought that crossed his mind was that he was probably more prepared for the cold than she was. But if there was one thing Vergil knew, it was that he could never control Sapphire's style. She would do everything her way, even when it wasn't necessary.

Meanwhile, Sapphire emerged from the fitting room with a smile that could melt an iceberg.

"I can't believe I'm doing this, but... it'll be funny to see your reaction." She approached him wearing a white, fluffy fur cape, almost as if she were draped in a cloud. The coat was excessive, but somehow, it gave her an uncommon charm—something only she could pull off effortlessly.

Vergil raised an eyebrow at the sight of her, his expression a mix of amusement and surprise. "Are you... turning into a snow animal?"

"I'm the Snow Lady," she said with a mischievous smile, spinning around to show the coat off more dramatically. "What do you think?"

Vergil couldn't help but smile. "I think nothing. Just... you always surprise me."

"Great. So, are we ready to go?" she said, returning to her usual posture, as if she were in control of everything, including the situation.

They left the store with their clothes in hand, and Sapphire's coat, a bit flashy but undeniably classy, caught the attention of everyone around. She looked like an imposing figure, almost as if she were the personification of winter, and with Vergil by her side, the image of the two of them looked almost artistic, like a painting of contrast.

They walked toward the airport exit, where a new surprise awaited them. Two figures, impeccably dressed, with sunglasses and straight postures, were waiting in front of the automatic glass doors. Their bodies stood out like steel sculptures—strong, rigid, and alert to every movement.

To any normal human being, their presence was intimidating. But Vergil and Sapphire... They were Demon Kings. None of it affected them.

The two men, upon noticing their approach, bowed slightly. The movement was discreet, but clear enough for both of them to understand exactly what it meant. The reverence being shown wasn't just simple courtesy, but a display of respect for those standing before them.

"Lord Vergil, Lady Sapphire," said the first man, his voice deep and authoritative. "Our King has sent us to ensure your safety and escort you to the necessary location."

Sapphire, with her regal bearing and indifference in her gaze, made no effort to greet them. Her dark eyes showed no interest whatsoever, and she merely turned her gaze to the side, as if these men didn't deserve her attention. The truth was, on an instinctive level, she knew she was being observed with more than just simple respect.

When her eyes met theirs, what followed was clear: lust. Their eyes shamelessly traced her body, and one of them even gave a slight smile. But Sapphire, as always, completely ignored them.

She simply passed by them with the grace of a queen, the automatic doors opening for her as her steps echoed through the empty terminal. Vergil, who followed her, felt a tension build in his chest as he realized the men were watching her. The thought of being observed this way by men who, in any other scenario, he could easily crush, caused him a mild irritation.

"Sapphire..." Vergil murmured in a low voice, almost threatening, but she didn't care. She was completely at ease, as if she were dealing with the simplest thing in the world. She paid no mind to the lust directed at her.

"Come on, Vergil. It's not worth it," she said, her voice soft but full of authority, as she settled into the back seat of the car that was already waiting for them.

Vergil, still bothered, got in beside her, his gaze still fixed on the two men who were now walking away. They were looking at his wife, and that unsettled him, although he knew deep down it was nothing he couldn't control. Still, the thought lingered. He simply followed, saying nothing, and entered the vehicle, leaving the airport behind.

The car took them to a luxurious hotel, an imposing, modern building that, at the same time, had the feel of a fortress. It was clear that this place had been chosen with great care, perhaps to cater to the tastes of a Demon King like Alucard, the mysterious and powerful leader who had sent them there.

The security, moving like shadows with their silent, quick movements, helped only Sapphire out of the car and carry her bags, leaving Vergil to observe the scene with a faint smile. It was clear they were making sure to attend to her, while he was treated as... mere company.

The 𝘮ost uptodat𝑒 novels are pub𝙡ished on freeweɓnovēl.coɱ.

Vergil, now calmer but still with a glint of curiosity in his eyes, approached one of the guards. "So... is it just vampires here?" he asked, his voice unyielding but with a hint of amusement.

The guard, who seemed to be the leader of the group, looked at Vergil with an impassive expression. "Yes, Lord Vergil. This hotel was chosen by the King. Only vampires are allowed to stay here."

Vergil smiled widely, a dangerous and intriguing smile that reflected a complex game of thoughts in his eyes. "Interesting... Vampires, huh?" he said, his voice carrying a subtle satisfaction. With a smooth movement, he approached the security group and, with a slight nod, indicated it was time to proceed.

"Let's go in, dear..." he said, offering his arm to Sapphire, an elegant and almost challenging gesture. His eyes sparkled with a confidence that only a man like him could exude. "Mine's the one on the right."

Sapphire, without hesitation, took his arm with an imposing lightness, but without an ounce of vulnerability. "Oh, of course... They didn't think looking at me would be so easy, did they?" she murmured in a soft voice, but with a sarcastic tone.

Before anyone could react, a muffled, terrifying sound echoed through the air. The head of the guard on Vergil's right exploded violently, a burst of flesh, blood, and entrails scattering like a storm, leaving nothing behind but a decomposing mass.

The other guard, on the left, barely had time to understand what was happening. His eyes, wide with pure terror, turned into flames, his skin burning away until nothing remained but ashes on the floor. The air was thick with the heat of combustion, and the smell of charred flesh quickly spread.

Sapphire observed the scene with disturbing calmness, as the fire still danced around the ashes that remained. "Your blood manipulation has improved," she commented with a slight observation, her tone still fresh, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Vergil looked at the charred remains of the guards and gave a subtle smile, his eyes becoming more intense, as if he were savoring the destruction that had just occurred. "And your fire, my dear... still brutal," he said, his voice deep and pleasurable, almost as if he were complimenting a masterpiece in action.

"But what about the bodies?" Vergil asked, his tone calm, as if the destruction of two lives were a trivial conversation for him.

Sapphire looked over her shoulder, the dark strands of her hair moving gently in the wind. "They've turned to ash, love," she said, her expression impassive, as if the burning of the bodies was the inevitable fate of those who dared cross her path. The coldness in the way she spoke revealed how at ease she was with this violence, as if it were a natural extension of her very existence.

Vergil leaned forward, looking at the remains with a satisfied smile, then straightened up with a relaxed air. He was always in control, always commanding the situation. "I must say, dear, that was... efficient."

Sapphire, still showing no sign of fatigue or remorse, turned to him with a slight smile, her black eyes gleaming with a satisfaction similar to his. "And we have much more ahead, Vergil."

The look she gave around the hotel was somewhat significant, as if she were mentally mapping every corner of the place. They were in unfamiliar territory, but they were always ready to impose their presence.

Vergil simply followed her, his smile widening, now broader and more dangerous than before. "I know, dear. I know."