My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 576

Chapter 576: Flames, Blood and Wind

The metallic sound of steel clashing against steel reverberated through the stone corridors, followed by explosions of fire and gusts of piercing wind. The castle’s training hall trembled with each impact, as if the place itself feared the three women fighting within.

Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne moved in perfect disharmony—three elemental forces colliding at a frenetic pace, without pause, without mercy. It was more than training. It was catharsis.

The reason? Simple: Vergil had left early.

Without a warning. Without a touch.

And the three—his wives—woke to the cold bed and the suffocating silence of the empty room.

Frustration was the trigger.

Now, the training ground was the battlefield.

Katharina was the first to attack.

Her hands rose, and golden flames erupted from the ground, engulfing everything within a ten-meter radius. The fire took shape like a living beast, roaring under the intense-eyed redhead’s command.

Ada dodged it with a swift leap, spinning in the air and summoning a whip of blood that extended like a spear, striking Katharina squarely in the shoulder. The impact sent sparks flying as the hardened blood slammed against the flaming shield she had instinctively erected.

“You’re so angry, Katharina!” Ada taunted, with a sadistic smile. “Who are you jealous of, huh?!”

“Shut up, leech!” Katharina replied, spitting a small flame with her words. “You’re the one crawling on him every time he takes off his coat!”

Roxanne, who had been watching with a sharp gaze, laughed out loud—her laughter accompanied by a blast of wind.

“You two talk too much!”

In a swift movement, she spun, and blades of sharp air shot from her arms like invisible scythes. The walls shattered in perfect lines, and the floor of the hall was covered in scars.

Ada blocked one of the blades with a solid blood shield, but the impact sent her sliding several meters.

Katharina, on the other hand, raised a wall of fire in front of her, which was torn to shreds by another blast.

When the dust settled, the three of them were covered in sweat and dirt, breathing heavily.

And smiling.

“Not since the demon forest…” Roxanne said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “…have we fought seriously like this.”

Ada twirled the blood-stained sword in her hands, watching the liquid flow down the blades as if it had a life of its own.

“My blood is responding much faster. I barely feel the mana drain.”

Katharina nodded, her eyes glowing with real fire.

“My fire… it’s different. Denser. Before, I controlled the flame. Now, it seems it understands me.”

Roxanne smiled wildly. “The wind too. It cuts even without command. It’s as if it wants to fight alone.”

For a moment, they were silent. The fire, the blood, and the wind danced around them, as if the elements themselves awaited a new command.

But the silence didn’t last.

“So…” Ada said, stepping forward, “let’s see who’s stronger.”

The ground shook as the three of them launched themselves at each other again.

Ada moved first, the blood-sword pulsing in her hand like a living heart. She flicked her wrist and fired dozens of red projectiles that shaped themselves into spikes, streaking through the air toward the other two.

Katharina raised her arms, and the fire enveloped her completely. The stakes melted before they reached her, turning to vapor and light. Roxanne, in turn, twisted her body and created a barrier of wind that deflected the remaining blades with almost musical precision.

“Is that all, Ada?!” Roxanne cried, her silver hair flowing around her face.

Ada laughed. “I’ve barely begun.”

She thrust her sword into the ground, and the entire field turned red. Blood spread like a living stain, climbing the walls, seeping between the cracks. Suddenly, crimson spikes—sharp enough to pierce metal—erupted from the ground in every direction.

Katharina clapped her hands together.

The flames responded with a roar.

The fire spread across the field, melting the spears and evaporating the blood in crimson clouds. The pressure of the heat was so intense that the air began to ripple.

But Roxanne was already above them.

She had used the wind to propel herself, floating through the air like an ancient sorceress. Her eyes glowed a deep green, and a violent aura enveloped her.

“Now it’s my turn.”

With a gesture, she clasped her hands together—and the sky opened up within the hall.

Clouds of condensed mana swirled above her, creating a small tornado of blades.

The other two looked up, feeling the pressure.

“Shit…” Ada muttered. “She really learned to condense wind into pure cutting.”

“Don’t worry,” Katharina replied, smirking. “I have enough fire for a whole storm.”

The tornado descended.

And the ground turned to hell.

The blades of air collided with Katharina’s golden fire, creating a series of explosions. Heat and wind intertwined, creating incandescent columns that seemed to swallow space itself.

Ada seized the distraction—and advanced.

Her blood formed into wings, and in a second she was between them, swinging her sword in an arc that sliced ​​through the air with brutal force.

The blow split the ground and sent flames and wind flying in opposite directions.

Katharina rolled to the side, her hair ablaze.

Roxanne landed heavily, her arm covered in cuts.

For a moment, the hall was still.

The fire slowly died down, the blood turned back to liquid, and the wind dissolved into the air.

The three of them were breathing heavily.

Ada looked at the other two and let out a tired laugh.

“Vergil should have been here to see this.”

“No,” Katharina said, still panting. “If he were… we wouldn’t have stopped.”

“And he probably would have joined the fight,” Roxanne added, laughing too.

Their laughter echoed across the destroyed field.

But behind their laughter was something more: pride.

They had become more than warriors.

Each bore the mark of the power they had received in the demonic forest—and now, they could feel it pulsing beneath their skin, alive, growing.

Ada wiped the sweat from her forehead, looking up at the destroyed ceiling.

“Did you notice?” she said, her voice lower. — “Even without him here… we’re still in tune.”

Katharina nodded. “It’s as if his power is still among us.”

Roxanne crossed her arms, her gaze distant.

“Vergil connects us. Even from a distance.”

The silence returned.

But this time, it wasn’t tense—it was understanding.

Katharina smiled slightly. “When he returns… we’ll show him how far we’ve come.”

Ada swung her sword and dissolved it into red mist.

The smoke from the explosions still hung in the air when a soft, yet ironic, voice echoed through the devastated hall:

“I see you’re quite… energetic today.”

The three women froze for a second, the air still vibrating with the remnants of mana. Katharina turned her head, one eyebrow arched, the fire still burning gently around her.

At the entrance to the hall, broom in hand and an expression that mixed fatigue and disdain, stood Novah, the mansion’s maid.

Her uniform was wrinkled, her apron stained with dust—and her gaze, as always, held a dangerous calm, the kind only someone who has cleaned up blood and fire could maintain.

Katharina gave a short laugh.

“Look… I thought you’d given up on us, Novah. Have you finally decided to go back to work?”

Ada wiped the blood from her arm with the back of her hand, smirking.

“Or have you come to complain about the walls again?” she said, looking around. “Because, honestly, I think the castle held up well this time.”

Roxanne simply crossed her arms, the wind around her dying away until it stopped completely. Her gaze was curious, not provocative.

“Where have you been, anyway? You’ve been missing since we got back from the forest.”

Novah sighed deeply and rested her broom on her shoulder, in no rush to answer.

“Well, I was… surviving.” She lifted her chin, fixing the three of them with a dry look. “My salary wasn’t paid for eight months. And let’s face it, you were too busy playing monster hunter to even remember I existed.”

Katharina snorted, giving a teasing smile.

“Oh, so that’s it. The maid wants her pay.”

“No, my dear,” Novah retorted, with a sharp half-smile. “I want my sanity back. You’ve left this mansion in chaos. Carnivorous plants in the gardens, crystals floating in the hallways, and a lesser demon trapped in the second-floor bathroom.”

Ada coughed, suppressing her laughter.

“That was Katharina’s fault.”

“It was nothing!” the redhead retorted. “It was that experiment of yours with demon blood!”

“Girls, please…” Roxanne interrupted, sighing and rubbing her temple. “Novah clearly didn’t come all this way just to scold us.”

Novah nodded.

“That’s true.”

She dropped the broom against the wall and wiped her hands on her apron, her tone becoming more serious.

“Sapphire asked you three to go to the main hall immediately.”

Ada frowned.

“Sapphire? What does she want now?”

“She didn’t say,” Novah replied, crossing her arms. “But… it seems Vergil is back.”

The three of them looked at each other. The air seemed to thicken.

Katharina was the first to speak, with a slightly victorious smile.

“So he finally decided to show up.”

“Wait,” Roxanne said, narrowing her gaze. “You said, ‘It seems Vergil’s back’? Does that mean you’re not sure?”

Novah tilted her head, a faint, wry smile appearing.

“Oh, I’m sure. Sapphire was… shall we say… upset. She said something about Vergil bringing company.”

Ada frowned, slowly sheathing the blood sword that was beginning to fade into mist.

“Company?”

Katharina straightened, the fire around her reigniting just slightly, almost like a reflex.

“What kind of company?”

“The female kind,” Novah answered bluntly, eyeing the three of them with an almost provocative calm. “Sapphire said Vergil brought another woman.”