My Girlfriend Is Stronger Than the Demon Lord – Volume 11 (Chapter 11)
After the Shadow Clan incident, the castle settled into a peculiar rhythm. Lava fountains gurgled peacefully. Flying demons delivered mail. And Aria insisted on dragging me to "normal" breakfast in the throne room.
I poured her tea. "So… no more attacks today?"
Aria snorted. "Eren, the Shadow Clan won't forget. They're plotting something… ridiculous, I'm sure." She sipped her tea. "Also, Gorvath thinks it's his job to schedule duels for me. Every day. For morale."
Before I could respond, a messenger imp arrived, tumbling in midair with a scroll tied to its tail.
Aria unrolled it. Her eyes widened slightly. "Oh… that's clever."
I leaned over. "What is it?"
"A formal invitation… from the southern demon tribes," she muttered. "Apparently, they're… testing loyalty. Or challenging me. Not sure which."
I groaned. "Why do you even have to deal with all these clans?"
She shrugged. "Being overpowered doesn't stop politics, apparently."
Just then, Gorvath stomped in. "My Lady! I have a plan to impress the southern tribes!"
Aria raised an eyebrow. "Do I even want to hear this?"
"Of course! Step one: heroic demonstration of power. Step two: grand feast. Step three: fireworks."
I whispered to Aria, "You literally don't have to do any of that."
She gave me a sly grin. "True. But watching chaos unfold is… entertaining."
The southern envoy arrived hours later—a group of demons who radiated authority and suspicion. They glared at Aria.
She yawned, stretched, and casually flicked her finger. Their weapons froze midair again.
"Relax," she said softly, "I'm not here to hurt you… unless you're rude."
The envoy blinked. One of them muttered, "Are we… supposed to fight her now or…?"
Aria tilted her head. "Depends. Do you want a friendly discussion or a demonstration of my power?"
They swallowed nervously.
I squeezed her hand. "Eren, your girlfriend is terrifying."
Aria laughed, cheeks pink. "Eren… you knew this already."
And just like that, another day in the demon realm began: politics, chaos, and me, holding the hand of the strongest, most unpredictable girlfriend in existence.