Without letting her true intentions show, she finished the ritual, raised her left hand, and then recited the binding words.
“I am a messenger of God. Those who swear an oath to me shall never break it.”
Her left hand lit up with a divine light. Looking at her sublime form, one could mistake the room for a sacred church.
All they have to do now is make their pledges to God.
But Cecilia’s lips curved up into a mischievous smile.
“If these filthy peasants dare to break their promise to my dearest Al, have them experience xxxx and then xxxx their xxxx, so that they can never xxxx again♪”
She can’t just end it normally, can she?
“What?!”
“M-Miss Cecilia?”
Sharon and Feena looked at their soon-to-be sister-in-law in bewilderment. They couldn’t process what they had just heard.
“Cecilia, what are you saying?! What kind of god are you making an oath with?!”
“Oh, don’t worry. There won’t be a problem as long as they keep their promise.”
Fair point.
Sharon and Feena meekly nodded in agreement, running contrary to their usual confident behavior.
“All right, let’s do it! I swear!”
“I understand.”
With that, their vows were complete.
“Well then... Al!”
With the spell completed, Cecilia looked at Al.
“Okay. I’ll explain everything.”
Unaware of his sister’s true intentions, Al reluctantly agreed.
“The Demon King’s reincarnation?!”
Al’s heart skipped a beat as he looked at the girls’ puzzled expression. He had no idea why Cecilia would have him tell them such a closely guarded secret, one only a select few people knew before.
Is she planning on scaring them away by revealing my lineage?
“You know the story of the Demon King and the Valkyrie, right?” Al asked them, partially out of frustration.
“Of course. A really long time ago, some king hosted the Demon King in his body to fend off an invasion from his neighbor. He couldn’t control the Demon King inside him and went crazy. Seven of his beautiful servants sacrificed their lives to summon a Valkyrie who sealed the Demon King away.”
Sharon proudly puffed her chest out upon finishing her explanation. Her breasts were a sight to behold, but Al didn’t have the luxury to appreciate them.
“To prevent the Demon King’s revival, the Valkyrie split her consciousness and strength into seven parts and distributed them between seven girls. That’s how us Divas were born. They say one of the chosen maidens was even a three-year-old child.”
Feena indifferently picked up the story from where Sharon left off.
“Exactly. So, where do you think the Demon King is sealed?”
Al crossed his arms and gave his best teacher impression as he lectured the Divas.
“Wait... You don’t mean that...”
Feena gasped.
“Exactly. Right here!”
Al let out an exaggerated sigh and pointed down.
“Under this castle?!”
Well, it’s not like I’ve seen it myself, but they don’t have to know that.
“And I’ve been chosen as the Demon King’s vessel.”
He dealt one final blow to the puzzled girls.
“That’s right! My dear little brother possesses the attributes of the Demon King of legend!”
In contrast to the depressed Al, Cecilia triumphantly puffed out her chest.
“Which probably means that he has the Demon King’s powers too.”
Sharon, deep in thought with her hand on her chin, seemed to have accepted the explanation.
“Yes. I’ve been chosen to inherit his power. I can’t use much of it, since he’s still sealed, but he can’t take over my body either.”
“Wait a minute!”
Sharon looked up at Cecilia.
“Cecilia is a normal Diva. She has no involvement in this matter.”
“So... You’re the Demon King’s vessel, and your sister is a Diva...?”
Feena raised her eyebrows.
It was the truth, as improbable as it seemed.
“Oh, that’s not exactly right. We’re from different mothers,” Cecilia said, as she played with her golden locks.
“Cecilia is from the previous Queen, while I’m from my dad’s second marriage.”
“Exactly. Which also means we can get married!”
“No, we can’t.”
Al let out a heavy sigh at his sister’s sparkling eyes. Her increasingly intense come-ons had started to wear on him more and more.
I hope she was just trying to make a joke to lighten the mood. I really, really hope so.
“Don’t worry! God says that there’s nothing stronger in this world than the power of love!”
Even if he did, who would interpret that statement this way?! I somehow doubt that God intended to promote incest.
By this point, Al’s head was held firmly in his hands.
“So then, what’s up with that crazy technique of yours?”
Sharon led the digressed conversation back on track.
“I don’t know.”
Al raised his hands and shrugged. He hadn’t experienced anything like this before.
Out of the three Divas, Al was closest to his sister. But Cecilia loved him more than any sister should. If the world was doomed and Al’s death was the only way to save it, Cecilia would happily sacrifice the world. She would never raise a sword against him like Sharon had.
Not counting that one time...
Cecilia had been clingy with Al ever since she was a little girl, asking him questions like if he loves her, and if he would marry her when they grow up.
I would often tell her that she was making a scary face when she asked those questions. She’d just look at me curiously and let go. Oh, now that I think about it, that’s around the time when she started permanently smiling.
“Hey, are you listening?!”
“Ah!”
The crimson Diva snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Maybe the Demon King inside Al is reacting to the Valkyrie’s power that resides deep inside you, Sharon. Or maybe...”
Cecilia answered her question with a brimming smile on her face. And then she snuggled up against Al.