Even Though I Defeated the Demon Lord, My Wife and Daughter Treat Me Like Trash ~ I Found Out My Wife's Child Isn't Mine, and When I Confronted Her, She Got Mad and I Was Exiled. The Country's in Trouble Because the Demon Lord Came Back? Sorry, I'm Getting Remarried to a Princess, So I Can't Help. - Chapter 36: A Wife's Duty (Camilla's Side)

Chapter 36: A Wife’s Duty (Camilla’s Side)

It had been three days since they stormed the capital. 

After nearly wiping out the knights in the city, the Demon Lord’s army took control of the royal castle.

Most of the resistors had been eliminated, and now, standing before the Demon Lord, were the king—and his daughter, Emilia.

“Oh, Emilia… you’re still alive? Mom’s so happy.”

“Mom, why… why are you doing this?”

“I’ve told you many times, haven’t I? Mom wants to change this messed-up world.”

Emilia lowered her head, then shot Camilla a sharp glare and spoke.

“I’ve never been able to say it… but the only one who’s messed up is you, Mom. You betrayed Dad and did all of this!”

Smack.

Camilla slapped Emilia across the face and grabbed her by the collar, educating her.

“I’ve told you not to talk back, haven’t I? And don’t look at me with those eyes. You may not be related by blood, but your eyes look just like Van’s, and it disgusts me.”

While Camilla was dealing with Emilia, the Demon Lord was speaking with the king.

“I’ll spare your life for now. You’ll be useful in controlling the people and negotiating with other nations. If you want to minimize the sacrifices of your citizens, you’d better work hard.”

“…”

The king slumped his shoulders in defeat.

Serves him right.

If only he hadn’t arrogantly told me to become like my parents back then, or better yet, if he had just approved my marriage to Albert, he wouldn’t be in this pathetic situation.

“So, this girl… Camilla, is she your child? And the father… is it Van Ismir? The gleam in her eyes reminds me of that wretched man.”

“She’s my child with Albert. Though, since Van raised her, she’s inherited some of his defiant attitude.”

“Hmm… then she might be useful as a hostage against him. Perhaps I’ll keep her alive… for now.”

The Demon Lord turned toward Camilla, placing his hand under her chin and gazing into her eyes.

Up close, his face was unnaturally beautiful, like something not of this world.

“Now, Camilla, it’s time for you to fulfill an important duty as my wife.”

“An important duty? What might that be?”

“It’s simple—you will bear my child. Let’s nurture our love together.”

“Of course, gladly.”

In the end, even the Demon Lord was still a male, driven by desire. 

Seeing him want her filled Camilla with a sense of superiority. 

Being desired by this handsome man fed her pride.

“Let’s move to another place. My men are preparing it.”

“Sure, but in the middle of the day…?”

“Heh, I don’t plan to let you rest all night… or for days.”

“My, how impressive.”

Camilla felt a twinge of disdain for the Demon Lord as he flaunted his lust. 

Males, after all, were so easily controlled by their desires when they saw a beautiful woman.

And that’s exactly why she knew she could manipulate him, making him dance in the palm of her hand.

The Demon Lord led her outside the royal castle.

“Oh? Where are we going?”

“It would take too long to prepare at the royal castle. The church is already ready.”

Is he planning to hold a wedding before the wedding night?

The Demon Lord seemed to be quite the romantic.

When they arrived at the church, Camilla was greeted by a bizarre mass of flesh in the chapel.

It looked like ground meat gathered and compressed into a shape, with several tentacle-like appendages wriggling around.

“W-What is this…?”

“It’s my ‘Cradle,’ Saint Camilla.”

“The… Demon Lord’s Cradle?”

“Through normal means, I cannot produce offspring. I’ve already infused this flesh with my essence. All that’s left—is a womb, and it will be complete.”

“A womb… you don’t mean…”

“Of course, I don’t intend to stray. Bearing children is the duty of a wife. Any ordinary female would die the moment she was consumed by this cradle, as it pecks away at the host and makes her its own. But—”

The Demon Lord pulled Camilla close, whispering with his face near hers.

“Your mastery of ‘Balance Ward‘ makes you my perfect match. No matter how much you’re consumed, you won’t die, right? I had given up on having children, but your existence is nothing short of a miracle.”

“But we had an agreement!”

“Hmm? I’m keeping my promise, aren’t I?”

As his wife—

Treat her as she deserves—

Never bring harm to her—

“A-Ah, aaaaahhh!”

Camilla tried to shake off his grip and run, but the Demon Lord held her by the shoulder, dragging her toward the mass of flesh.

“Now then—bear me a strong child. I’m counting on you, my wife.”

With a push from the Demon Lord, the moment Camilla touched the flesh, her lower body was consumed.

“No… no! Not like this…!”

She couldn’t see inside the mass, but she felt her clothes being stripped away. 

And then—

“AAAAAHH! UAAAAHHH!”

The sensation of something invading her hit all at once, bringing both pain and overwhelming pleasure, enough to drown out the pain.

Ironically, it was the first time Camilla truly felt such sensations, having only ever faked them to please men before.

She knew she couldn’t let herself give in.

Quickly, she cast a spell of Sensory Block and regained her composure.

If she were subjected to that sensation again and again, it wasn’t just her body she feared for—her mind would surely break.

Meanwhile, her body continued sinking deeper into the flesh.

She tried to summon the power of the God of Gluttony, but her arms were already trapped, preventing her from forming the necessary signs. 

For now, she could maintain the Sensory Block, but—

The magical energy required for her Balance Ward was less than the amount she naturally recovered over time.

That part wasn’t a concern.

However, using Sensory Block at the same time meant her magical recovery couldn’t keep up.

Half a day, maybe a full day.

Once that balance was broken…

“No, please! Demon Lord, let me out, let me go!”

“Hmm? I’ve already let out my ‘essence,’ if that’s what you mean.”

“Y-You…!”

“Wahahahaha! Just a silly joke! Now, Camilla, I shall return when the child is born. By then—well, you may be quite different from who you are now!”

The Demon Lord turned and left. 

As the door closed, darkness engulfed the chapel.

In the dark, memories came back to her—

Of herself, hungry and trembling.

“I… I just…”

She had only wanted to change the world. To create a place where no child would ever go hungry like she did. 

That’s all she wanted. That’s all she had ever wanted.

So where did it all go wrong?

Her body sank deeper, being absorbed into the mass of flesh.

“S-Someone, save me… Mom, Dad…”

The words slipped out, but she quickly dismissed them in her mind. 

The dead wouldn’t come to her rescue.

Who could save her now?

Ten years ago, there was a man who always cared about her, always helped her.

She had thought it was because she had some value to him.

After all, whenever he helped her—he always seemed happy.

So—

“H-Help me… Va—.”

With a soft slurp, Camilla’s body was completely swallowed by the mass of flesh.