Of course, Asmodeus wouldn't just let his wives leave after injuring their projections.
Should they return like this, both of them would suffer significant pain and lingering injuries. No matter how small they might be. These women weren't enemies, but his wives, and he would never let that happen.
"Your stomach hurts, huh?" His tone was sarcastic, yet with a single step, his body reached her side.
"Honey?"
Serena glanced up at him with a slight grimace.
Although it stung, she didn't blame Asmodeus half as much as her coquettish voice would have led one to believe.
"What am I going to do with you girls?"
Asmodeus squatted with a smile and grabbed Serena's waist. He then pulled her into his arms, resting her head against his chest. "You're too pretty to fight and curse, little fox." His tone was soft and affectionate.
"Hmph! I did it for you." She huffed, turning away.
'How can such an old goddess be so adorable?'
