My Wives are Beautiful Demons - Chapter 581

Chapter 581: Roxanne vs Ingrid

The battlefield rose from the ashes. The cracked stones and vibrant air seemed to hold their breath—as if even the wind and shadows were curious to know who would fall first.

Roxanne calmly stood, wiping the blood from her lip with her thumb. The smile she gave Ingrid wasn’t teasing. It was respect.

The kind of respect only two wounded and proud warriors can exchange without words.

The wind still whispered around Roxanne, but now there was a different weight to it—no longer light and playful, but sharp, disciplined. The same breeze that once danced now watched silently, ready to kill if she asked.

On the other side, Ingrid breathed deeply, the shadows billowing like living smoke around her. The black katana pulsed as if it were part of her body, each heartbeat echoing in the blade.

She could taste iron in her mouth, sweat mixed with dust.

And, above all, she felt alive.

The rage still burned, but now it was controlled—molded into purpose.

Roxanne took the first step.

The sound was tiny.

But the air split.

Suddenly, there were ten of her.

Ingrid reacted instinctively, crossing the katana in front of her body. The wind duplicates attacked from all sides, identical movements, synchronized blows. The shadowy blade cut one, two, three… but each undone left another in its wake.

The sound was a symphony of steel and gale.

Ingrid spun on her heel, an arc of shadow sweeping across the ground. The duplicates dissipated like smoke, but before she could breathe, a formidable pressure built above.

Roxanne—the real one—descended from the sky, enveloped by swirling air currents, like an ancient goddess punishing the earth.

Ingrid raised her katana and blocked, but the impact knocked her back meters, carving a deep furrow in the ground.

The shock made the air scream.

Ingrid fell to her knees, but quickly rose. Shadows reached out like hands, pulling her back to her feet.

She spat blood and smiled.

“Not bad, gale fairy.”

Roxanne descended smoothly, dust swirling around her feet.

“It’s just warming up, princess of darkness.”

The ground between them shook.

Ingrid stepped forward.

Roxanne did too.

The world slowed to a sound—clang!—as the blades clashed.

Black and silver sparks intersected in the air, illuminating tense faces, fierce eyes.

Each blow was now a silent dialogue.

Roxanne retreated and redirected. Ingrid pressed and adapted.

Wind and shadow danced, cutting, testing each other.

A whirlwind of power formed between them.

From Sapphire’s perspective, watching silently from the edge of the field, this was no longer a simple fight—it was art at its most dangerous.

Ada and Katharina barely blinked.

The shock of each blow made their hair stand on end, even from dozens of meters away.

But inside, amidst the whirlwinds, the world was small.

There was only them.

From Roxanne’s side, time seemed to slow.

She saw Ingrid’s every step, every twist of her wrist, every tiny flicker of shadow.

But she also felt the weight—the dark pressure growing with each movement.

It was like fighting inside a storm that was learning to fight back.

She raised her arms, creating a barrier of wind, and Ingrid slashed through it—ripping through it like a scalpel through skin.

The shock knocked the wind out of her.

“She’s getting faster,” Roxanne thought, panting.

Sweat trickled down her chin.

“Or I’m getting slower…”

But she didn’t stop.

Roxanne leaped back, spinning, and the air around her condensed into a cutting disk.

She threw it—a ring of supersonic wind that whistled like a living blade.

Ingrid swung the katana and cut it in half. The ring shattered, but exploded into small secondary currents, dozens of them.

Roxanne smiled as she saw her plan work.

The currents clung to the ground, rising toward Ingrid like whips of wind.

She tried to move, but each deflected blow left an opening. One cut, two, three—shallow but precise scratches.

In the confusion, Roxanne disappeared.

And reappeared right behind her.

The blade of wind descended.

But Ingrid spun, and the world went dark.

Now, the point of view was hers.

The anger was gone—all that remained was pure concentration, an almost supernatural clarity.

Every sound, every particle in the air, everything moved in slow motion.

She felt Roxanne approaching even before the sound of the wind.

Her katana moved on its own, blindly intercepting the blow.

The impact exploded with dark energy.

The ground collapsed beneath their feet, and they were both thrown away, like lead dolls caught in a crossfire.

Ingrid rolled, landed on one leg and one hand, and shot back.

The ground turned to smoke beneath her footsteps.

Roxanne was still in the air when Ingrid appeared before her.

The world lit up with a rising slash—a black moon streaking the sky.

Roxanne crossed her arms, and the wind enveloped her, creating a spherical dome. The blow hit the barrier and ricocheted, slicing into the ground dozens of meters away.

She fell to the ground, kneeling, the air trembling.

They both stopped.

They were breathing heavily.

The sound of wind and shadows mingled—a dissonant symphony.

Roxanne lifted her head and smiled.

“You’ve improved… so much.”

Ingrid tilted her head, a tired glint in her eyes.

“You too. But I still want to see what’s behind that smile.”

Roxanne raised her hand.

The air began to swirl around her, rising in intersecting columns of wind.

A double whirlwind formed, enveloping her body in a living storm.

Ingrid took a deep breath, and her shadows responded, growing like roots, forming liquid, fluttering wings.

“Then no more rehearsal,” Roxanne said.

“I agree,” Ingrid replied.

And the two launched themselves.

The impact was indescribable.

There was no sound—only light and distortion.

Wind and shadow collided with such force that the ground shattered into blocks, sending up chunks of stone and dust in a gray whirlwind.

Roxanne spun within the storm, using the air as invisible stepping stones. Her movements were elegant, almost ethereal.

But each time she struck, Ingrid was there—slashing, dodging, absorbing the impact, and striking back with double the force.

The shadows spread like seas of ink.

In a daring leap, Roxanne shot through the air, her body enveloped in a blue aura.

Ingrid met her with a diagonal blow, and the clash generated an explosion that lit up the horizon.

They separated, floating on opposite sides of the ruined field.

From above, Roxanne looked down—at the crater, at the cracks, at the black-haired woman who shone like liquid night.

“She doesn’t just fight with anger… she fights with purpose.”

The admiration took her by surprise.

But she also knew: with every second, Ingrid was learning her patterns.

If she continued like this, she would soon be the one cornered.

Roxanne snapped her fingers, and the air around her vibrated in new directions—crisscrossing waves, unpredictable.

An entire field of invisible blades of wind.

Below, Ingrid closed her eyes, sensing the danger in the air.

The shadows reacted on their own, forming a living carapace around her body.

The first attack came from behind. Ingrid spun and blocked.

The second, from her left.

The third—from below.

The ground exploded, and Ingrid was thrown upward, caught in a whirlwind.

She screamed, and the scream became pure energy.

Shadows exploded from within the tornado, opening like a flower in slow motion.

When the dust cleared, Ingrid was floating—sustained by a black carpet of pulsating shadows.

Roxanne smiled.

“Impressive…”

Ingrid replied without smiling.

“I’m not finished.”

She raised the katana.

The air around her darkened—an instant eclipse.

Shadows took shape, swirling like serpents.

Roxanne felt her heart race.

Ingrid’s blade flashed one last time—and the world disappeared in a flash.

Silence.

For a moment, all that existed was the distant sound of wind and the tinkle of rolling stones.

Roxanne fell to her knees, panting, her body covered in shallow cuts.

Ingrid too—exhausted, her face covered in sweat and soot.

Between them, a huge crater smoked, cutting the field in half.

Dust rose, drawing an invisible border.

The two looked at each other through it.

Neither advanced.

Neither retreated.

The wind and shadows calmed, as if recognizing the silent truce.

Roxanne took a deep breath, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.

“Tie?”

Ingrid nodded slowly, still holding her katana.

“Tie.”

A second of silence.

And then, a small smile escaped their lips.

In the back, Sapphire crossed her arms and sighed in exasperation.

“At least no one’s lost their minds. Yet.”

Katharina gave a nervous chuckle.

“For now.”

Ada tilted her head.

“Well… someone’s going to have to fix the ground.”

Sapphire looked at her.

“You.”

Ada froze.

“…Sure. Me, yeah. Great.”

Meanwhile, in the center of the devastation, Ingrid and Roxanne still stood face to face—breathless, broken, but smiling.

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Author’s Note: Development is currently quite slow. I feel like it’s been a bit boring to read, so I’ll soon start speeding things up a lot so we can move on to the next major arc. I hope you understand the delay; I’m still writing the script for the next chapters and managing the other novels so we can get back to developing properly!