I Just Wanted A Soft Life, Not A Demon Husband

Chapter 83: Seraphielle Finally Leaves The Office, Elyn Wants To Know About The Different Types Of Demons

Elyn’s POV

There was an argument between me and Seraphielle after she said those words. It wasn’t a heated argument; it was more like I was holding a shield and standing in a defensive stance while she attacked me with her words and what I’m very certain she thought was seduction.

But thankfully, I convinced her to leave the office and very firmly stated that I was not interested in getting to know or learn how to be attracted to demon women or even women in general. That wasn’t my type of thing... at all.

"Please leave," I told her firmly.

She laughed, low and rich, clearly entertained. "You don’t need to be so harsh on me, my queen. I’ll honestly worship you, you know. You wouldn’t have to do any work at all."

I gave her a suffocated smile that was as fake as Vaelory’s maid dress. "Too bad I’m not interested in you. Now leave."

She straightened, a smile still on her face, smoothing her dress as if she were leaving a ballroom rather than a confrontation she had instigated.

Before turning toward the door, she lifted two fingers to her lips and blew me a kiss.

I’m not kidding when I say it shimmered faintly in the air—her lips shaped in purple—and flew toward me, but I quickly jumped out of the way. It met the wall and turned into purple dust.

Seraphielle didn’t care that I had apparently dodged the kiss.

She just gave me a small wave. "See you later, beautiful."

And then she was gone. I did not want to see her later or ever again. One would think that seeing Azerion would make me more uncomfortable than Seraphielle, but that wasn’t the case.

Immediately after she left, silence descended in the office.

For a few seconds, none of us moved.

The office felt... different. Lighter, somehow. Like the air had finally remembered how to behave normally.

I let out a slow breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

Then another.

Then I slumped back against my desk, pressing my palms flat against the surface to ground myself.

"Well," I muttered. "That happened."

Morthen cleared his throat.

Vaelory shifted as she muttered something under her breath, still tense, still clearly offended on a cultural level she might never recover from.

I turned toward Morthen first.

"Is it safe?" I asked. "She’s not about to reappear out of thin air again, is she?"

Morthen adjusted his glasses, antennae twitching slightly as he scanned the room with a practiced eye. Only after several seconds did he nod.

"She has left the immediate vicinity," he said. "Succubi rarely linger once they’ve made their intentions clear."

"That’s... comforting," I replied dryly.

I pushed myself upright and crossed my arms.

"Tell me something," I said, fixing him with a look. "Do all succubi behave like that?"

Morthen didn’t hesitate.

"Yes."

I blinked. "All of them?"

He nodded again, more firmly this time. "Succubi are desire incarnate. Seduction is not merely a skill to them—it is instinct. Once a succubus or incubus sets their eyes on someone, they will pursue them relentlessly."

"Relentlessly," I repeated.

"Yes," he said. "To them, resistance is not a boundary. It is a challenge."

I grimaced. "That’s... unsettling."

His antennae twitched again. "It is also why their kind are both feared and revered within demon society."

I leaned back against the desk and exhaled slowly.

"And Seraphielle?" I asked. "Is she... worse than the others?"

Morthen hesitated.

Then nodded.

"She is the strongest succubus currently known," he said carefully. "Which is why she holds the title of Duchess over her territory. No other succubus’ or incubus’ power compares to hers."

That explained far too much.

"Her enthrallment," he continued, "is said to be absolute. The moment she enters a room, those present are affected. Desire, devotion, infatuation—it varies, but it is inevitable."

He paused.

"People bow," he added quietly. "And they fall in love."

I glanced toward him.

"I fell prey to it as well," he admitted, adjusting his glasses. "Briefly."

Briefly my ass. If it wasn’t for me, he would have still been prey to it even right now. And not just him, but Vaelory too.

"And yet," he continued, turning his gaze back to me, "her enthrallment did not affect you."

That made me tilt my head.

I moved toward my chair, but before sitting, I scanned the room again—corners, doorway, ceiling—half-expecting Seraphielle to pop back into existence with a wink and another inappropriate comment. Morthen had assured me she was gone, but I needed to be sure.

When nothing happened, I finally sat.

Then I reached for my snack box, but my hands closed around nothing. I froze in shock, then remembered that Azerion had been with it, and I was pretty sure he had taken it with him. That little thief!

I sighed and let my hand fall back to my lap.

I looked back at Morthen. "Is it weird," I asked, "that her enthrallment doesn’t work on me?"

"Yes," he said immediately.

That answer came far too fast.

"Yes?" I repeated.

"Yes," he said again. "Extremely weird."

He folded his hands behind his back. "As I said, Lady Seraphielle’s power surpasses that of any other succubus or incubus. Her enthrallment is instinctual, potent, and difficult to resist even for high-ranking demons."

"So I should’ve been drooling," I said. "Or confessing my undying love."

"At the very least," he replied, "you should have felt something akin to attraction."

I thought back, and the only thing I felt when she had come in was discomfort, irritation, and the urge to throw her out of the office.

"No," I said slowly. "I didn’t feel anything of the sort."

Morthen studied me.

"Fascinating," he murmured.

I straightened. "Alright. Enough about succubi before I start questioning my life choices. You mentioned before that I need to learn about demons."

"Yes," he said. "But I believe it would be more beneficial if you first familiarize yourself with the nobles, which is why—"

"I disagree," I said, interrupting him.

He stared at me in shock. "You disagree, my lady?"

"Yes. I want to know the types of demons first," I said firmly. "And which of them are considered nobility. How many more demons are out there in the realm—I want to know about that first."

Morthen paused.

His antennae stilled.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

"Very well," he said. "If that is your preference."

He turned toward the shelf and retrieved a scroll.

When he unfolded it, my eyes widened.

It was long.

Very long.

At least as long as the nobles scroll. Possibly longer.

I stared at it.

Then at him.

Then back at the scroll.

No.

I stood abruptly and walked toward him, reaching out and taking the scroll from his hands.

Morthen startled. "Your Highness—why are you—"

"I know what you’re about to do," I said calmly.

"I was going to explain—"

"By reading from the scroll," I finished.

"Yes," he said, frowning slightly. "That is how—"

"That’s not what I want right now."

He paused.

I met his gaze. "I don’t want a lecture. I want a conversation."

He straightened. "I assure you, I am capable of delivering—"

"Morthen," I said gently, "do you know the hierarchy?"

His chest puffed out immediately. "Of course."

"Do you know the different types of demons?" I asked.

"Yes."

"And their ranks?" I continued.

"Yes."

I nodded.

"Then instead of reading," I said, "tell me what you know."

He hesitated.

I smiled. "Let’s make it interactive."

I turned and tossed the scroll over my shoulder.

Vaelory yelped and jumped as it nearly hit her.

"Roll it up," I told her, then turned back to Morthen. "What do you say?"

He released a sigh and adjusted his glasses. "If that is what my lady wants, then that’s what my lady gets."