Chapter 6: A Whirlwind Marriage and a Shocking Welcome

It was only natural that the Demon Lord had no dwelling. How could a denizen of the Demon City possibly possess a residence within a human community? Thus, Wade unceremoniously brought her directly to his own home.

In truth, Wade hadn’t even bothered to ask.

He hadn’t inquired if she had any abode, nor had he uttered a single polite phrase like, “Perhaps I should escort you home.” He had simply led Lamia Talia straight into his residence.

Lamia Talia, however, had meticulously crafted a human identity. How could she possibly lack a dwelling? Had Wade Nairt even thought to ask, she could have conjured an entire family on the spot—a father, a mother, siblings, or any other relatives.

As the Demon Lord, her legions of subordinates would have readily played their parts as actors. She could have even manifested a sprawling family enterprise without a hitch.

Yet, Wade had still brought her home.

‘Had things progressed a little too quickly?’

Wade gazed at Lamia Talia, who stood beside him, poised to step through the front door with him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that events were unfolding at a bewildering, incomprehensible pace.

From the moment he encountered this Demon Lord, he had felt like a duck being herded to water. From their initial meeting to their marriage, and now bringing her home… it had all transpired in less than three hours?

‘Had the Demon Lord brainwashed him too? Was his mental state still sound?’

Even White Knight, renowned for his exceptionally high magic resistance and an unblemished record in such matters, found himself questioning whether his actions were truly his own.

However, after a thorough self-assessment, he discovered no issues with his body or mind. His movements and thoughts still aligned with the dictates of his own brain.

‘So… he had simply brought this person home? A Demon Lord? To stay in his own house?’

“Master, you’ve finally returned! We’ve prepared everything for you!”

As Wade returned to his own estate, the young butler, who had been awaiting them for some time, rushed forward to greet them. The maids had extravagantly rolled out a red carpet, scattering rose petals to set a romantic mood.

There was even a band, seemingly conjured from thin air, playing a romantic melody for the newly-weds.

Such was the young butler’s nature. It wasn’t that he was impetuous; indeed, among most people, he was considered quite exceptional.

It was simply that he was too young, and thus prone to employing rather exaggerated, youthful displays.

Nevertheless, he usually managed well. His boundless energy always motivated the other servants, and he understood the kind of work benefits younger staff desired, keeping the household impeccably organized.

Wade rarely spent time at home. Most of his days were consumed by the Knights Templar and the Church, serving as the Grand Captain’s aide by day and the city hero, White Knight, by night.

On his days off, he would simply catch up on sleep at home. Consequently, the entire estate was almost exclusively managed by the young butler.

The butler had often discussed this matter with Wade, suggesting that a mistress should be found to properly oversee the estate. While Wade possessed no ancestral wealth, his salary from the Knights Templar and the Church’s benefits were more than enough to support the servants.

However, such affairs ought to be handled by the lady of the house; as a butler, no matter how close his relationship with Wade, he was still an outsider.

Wade, however, had explicitly refused.

He had even told him, quite earnestly, “Rest assured, I will never marry or have children in this lifetime. Just work for me until I die, and this house will be directly inherited by your descendants.”

Wade’s words back then had been delivered with such conviction, carrying the gravitas of an old saying: ‘A gentleman’s word, once spoken, is as good as gold.’

Now, however, that nail had come back to pierce his own foot.

He had uttered those words only last week, it seemed. Yet, in such a short span, he had returned with a wife from a whirlwind marriage.

“We have already cleaned the room for the madam! We’ve also prepared hot water for her bath and some change of clothes. Madam, what would you like to eat? We will prepare a lavish celebratory dinner for you and the master!”

Youth truly was a blessing. The butler, barely in his early twenties, was full of vigor, his voice loud and brimming with enthusiasm.

The servants behind him craned their necks, their gazes alight with curiosity as they peered at the wife their master had brought home.

They were all aware of Wade’s usual demeanor, akin to a confirmed bachelor. In their private gossip sessions, they had often grumbled about when their master would finally take a wife.

So, when word arrived from the Knights Templar that Wade had directly registered his marriage, it had sent a shockwave through them. They speculated if their master had a clandestine lover, kept hidden until the opportune moment for her to emerge as his wife.

Lamia Talia’s beauty, however, was undeniably striking. Her long, pale lavender hair, with streaks of white near her temples, framed a pair of ruby-red eyes that gleamed like precious jewels.

Her features were exquisite, her figure tall and graceful. If this was truly the woman their master had chosen with his own discerning eye, then everyone in the estate, from top to bottom, would have to commend, “Master Wade has excellent taste.”

“Eat?”

Lamia Talia paused, a moment of silence hanging in the air after the butler’s words.

Of course, in Wade’s ears, her inner voice had never ceased.

[Food… What did Lilith say? Now that White Knight and I are officially married, it should be our wedding night. The thing we need to ‘eat’ tonight is—]

“Ah.”

With this thought, Lamia Talia extended a finger, recalling the Great Succubus Lilith’s teachings, and smiled at the young butler.

“Tonight, I intend to thoroughly enjoy my husband ☝️️😃”

The moment these words left her lips, everyone present froze.

The young butler blinked, while the curious young maids behind him widened their eyes. As for Wade, one second he was still analyzing the Demon Lord’s inner thoughts.

The next, the instant he registered what Lamia Talia had said, his face flushed crimson, from his neck all the way to his forehead.

“W-what are you saying?! In front of everyone… what kind of talk is that…!” Wade sputtered.

Wade seemed intent on preserving his image, hoping to make the surrounding servants retract their gazes, which were filled with a mix of expectation, blessing, and a hint of subtle amusement.

Lamia Talia, however, was utterly oblivious to the implications of her words. She merely followed Wade’s lead, continuing:

“Ah, alright, husband. Then we shall discuss these matters privately tonight—Hm?!”

Before Lamia Talia could finish speaking, a red-faced Wade seized her wrist and hastily pulled her into the main building.

The remaining servants, left behind, exchanged glances.

It wasn’t until the young butler let out a laugh, a look of profound relief spreading across his face.

“I knew it! Master Wade, being so old and still unmarried, must have been terribly repressed. Oh, what’s coming next must surely be the culmination of nearly thirty years of pent-up passion, finally erupting like dry tinder meeting a blazing fire!”

“Oh, listen to this young’un’s talk!”

An older maid nearby sounded as if she were complaining, yet she was also chuckling, seemingly sharing the same sentiment.

At the mansion’s entrance, the converging servants chattered amongst themselves, their voices filling the air with cheerful banter. Soon, the entire estate, both inside and out, was permeated with a joyful atmosphere.