I Just Wanted A Soft Life, Not A Demon Husband

Chapter 117: Apparently Zorathys and Azerion Can Be Friends When They Want To

Elyn’s POV

Zorathys folded his arms across his chest. His expression screamed that he was bored—and yes, tired—which was a normal expression on his face.

"That ugly creature was being disrespectful," he said calmly.

I turned slowly toward him, squinting. "Zorathys, it doesn’t matter if she was being disrespectful."

His brows rose like I’d just spoken in an ancient, forbidden language.

"Doesn’t matter?" he echoed. "Firefly, she spoke rudely to you. She doesn’t even have the right to breathe the same air as you do," he argued.

"And why is that?" I asked him, genuinely curious.

"You are the queen," Azerion said, pointing toward me, and Zorathys nodded.

Honestly, the fact that both Azerion and Zorathys were working together now was comical.

I sighed. "You guys are forgetting that I am not queen here."

Zorathys narrowed his eyes at that. "Who said so?"

"We are in disguise. I’ve not been introduced to the other demons in the realm. Of course, I’m not queen here," I told him.

"And that’s why I said we should have gone as ourselves," Zorathys told me.

I gave him a dry look. "That wouldn’t have helped matters at all, and you know it."

He just shrugged. "All I know is that things would have moved faster now."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, breathing out slowly, since it was proving difficult to get through to them. "You’re impossible."

Then I turned to Azerion. "And why are you even supporting Zorathys now? I thought he was a big meanie?"

Azerion nodded. "He still is, and I don’t like him too, but that ugly demon was disrespectful to you when she should have been bowing to you."

Zorathys nodded approvingly, as if Azerion had just made a profound statement. "See? Even the snake agrees."

I groaned, dragging a palm down my face. "Listen to me, both of you. We didn’t come here to argue with demons or pick fights in public. We came here for one purpose. One. Remember?"

Neither of them responded. Zorathys looked vaguely disinterested. Azerion flicked his tongue, which was his equivalent of pretending to think deeply while not thinking at all.

I folded my arms. "We’re here for a reason, and that reason isn’t to get noticed. Right now, no one knows who we are. And that’s exactly how it should stay."

Azerion just nodded, and Zorathys said something under his breath that sounded more like he wouldn’t let this be, which earned a sharp look from me.

"We’re undercover," I said firmly. "That means we act like nobodies. We are nobodies, understand?"

Zorathys arched a brow. "You want me to act like a nobody?"

"Yes," I said. "Exactly that."

"That’s impossible."

"You are the king, and you make the impossible possible on a daily basis, so do that here too," I said to Zorathys.

"That’s going to be a lot of work," he told me.

I pressed on, ignoring him, because even breathing for Zorathys was a lot of work. "While we’re here, we need to stick to our disguises. My name is El. Azerion, you’ll go by Azrael."

Azerion didn’t even make a sign to acknowledge what I just told him.

"And you," I said, turning to Zorathys, "are Zed."

He blinked. "Zed?"

"Yes. Zed."

"That’s... a stupid name."

Depending on who had the name—on Zorathys, it was a stupid name. It didn’t suit him at all.

"It’s stupid," he insisted.

"Yes, it is, but it’s better than going with your real name," I told him.

He stared at me for a long moment, then rolled his eyes and muttered, "Fine. Zed. Whatever helps your fragile mortal cover."

I smiled thinly. "Glad we’re all in agreement."

"Now," I said, clasping my hands, "do you know where the shop is?"

Zorathys nodded, barely stopping a yawn from slipping out.

"I do," he said finally.

I beamed. That just made this a whole lot easier. "Good. Lead the way."

He raised one hand, power rippling faintly in the air, shadows gathering near his fingertips.

I narrowed my eyes. "Don’t you dare."

He paused. "What?"

"You are not using magic in this place."

He frowned. "Why not? It’s faster."

"Do beast demons normally have teleportation magic?" I asked him.

But it was Azerion who answered. "No."

Zorathys rolled his eyes at Azerion. "For someone who claims he’s so young, who told you beast demons don’t use teleportation magic?"

I frowned at that. "Do they?" I asked Zorathys.

He shook his head. "No, they don’t."

I closed my eyes, internally counting from one to ten so I wouldn’t do something I regret that aligned with killing or punching Zorathys.

"The snake—"

"I’m not a—"

"Shut up," Zorathys said to Azerion, who huffed.

"As I was saying, the snake isn’t wrong, but he isn’t fully right either. Only high demons use teleportation magic, and most demons here at this specific place are lower-tier demons, so it would be weird to use it," Zorathys explained.

I rolled my eyes. "So you knew that but still wanted to use teleportation magic?"

"It’s faster. We would have been there by now if I’d used it," he told me.

"And you are forgetting that we are undercover. We are trying to be incognito!" I told him.

How many times did I have to tell him this for him to understand? It now seemed like I should take a paper and just glue it to myself so that I could point at it anytime and remind him.

Hey, your name is Zed now, and we are incognito.

Now that would just give us away. Our cover would be exposed immediately if I did that, but I was having a headache regarding what to do about this situation.

Anyway, by hook or crook, we would finish this mission, and I could get back to learning more about the demon realm and preparing for the introductory ball.

"If we can’t use teleportation, then what should we use?" he asked me.