Chapter 16
After her defeat in the duel, Freya should’ve accepted the verdict and Casca’s bond with the prince.
But reality…
“Hey?! What’s that mean?! Why’s she still showing her face?! What’s going on?!”
Casca and Fury often lingered alone on the beach by her cave. They used to do it often; after their relationship went public and her imprisonment ended, they resumed. But… why was something tagging along?
Who ordered a jellyfish around here?
“Where’d you crawl from?! Get lost!!! Lovers need their space!!! GET OUT!!!”
“Huh? Uh… mm-hmm.”
The sore loser’s ultimate move: Shameless Stupor.
“Get out of—”
Grab!
“Arghhh!!!! Help!!! Help me!!!!”
Fury let nature take its course. Casca seized Freya’s mushroom head, scraping it against a coconut tree.
“Ow, ow, ow!!! It hurts!!! It hurts!!!”
“Didn’t you accept the verdict? The whole kingdom saw it, Freya.”
Fury didn’t blindly side with Casca. She challenged the fight, and the result was final.
“Waaah!!!”
Freya collapsed to her knees, pounding the ground in frustration.
“Not fair, not fair!!! Even you couldn’t beat her, so how could I?! It was never fair!!! Waaah!”
“Sigh… your behavior…”
Freya’s actions were pure shamelessness.
No matter how much Casca stomped her, Freya wouldn’t quit. No reason, just sheer audacity. That’s it.
“Waaah… hic… hic… UWAHH!”
“Freya, stop. You’re tarnishing the honor of the four guards.”
“I say you should kick her out of the four guards. The other three aren’t like this.”
Turning to Freya, Casca spat on the crumpled figure on the rocks, sneering.
“Pathetic. Disgusting. Vile. Ptooey!”
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She faced the prince.
“Let’s go somewhere else.”
“Where?”
“I’ll lead. I know a spot with a great view of the stars.”
She walked ahead. Fury shrugged, approached Freya on the rocks, and patted her back.
“Go back to the palace, Freya. It’s late.”
“Your Majesty… hic.”
Pat, pat.
And Fury walked away.
But that wasn’t the full scope of this Israel-Iran-level conflict.
Fury and Freya’s past behavior, as Casca observed, showed a deep, familial care. In the human world, they’d be called soulmates. But in Diablo, that concept wasn’t known.
Casca found some peace, reminding herself this wasn’t the human world. Customs and values differed—you couldn’t judge fish by human morals.
Until the day she returned to Fury at the palace, planning to surprise him in his private lair… only to find…
Fury and Freya, mid-mating in his nest.
The bracelet she’d brought for him slipped from her hand, beads scattering everywhere. The same event, now from Casca’s perspective.
The scene slowed. The two Diablos, mating because they separated it from partnership, turned, startled by Casca’s arrival.
Before anything could happen…
A golden lightning bolt struck the palace, shaking the earth. The sky roared like a beast soaring. A blazing golden light erupted with fury, and…
“…Tch…”
“…Damn it…”
Déjà vu. The scene replayed.
Casca dangled in one of Fury’s hands, Freya in the other, both more battered than last time. Fury’s face was half-cracked from restraining his berserk wife.
Witnesses agreed: Casca’s rage that day was scarier than Salavan Field.
“…My apologies, Your Majesty… I didn’t know mating and partnership were separate here…”
Casca, suppressing her anger, bowed before the King, who forgave her with trembling inevitability, having seen her rampage.
“Don’t let it happen again.”
Reason #3: She just learned Fury had been mating with Freya all along while dating her, never mentioning it due to cultural differences.
After that, Casca educated Fury, despite his initial confusion and questions.
She realized Diablos saw no reason to limit mating to one partner. She looked at Everton, Fiorentina, the King, even the Queen—all had multiple mates, ten or more.
Yet Fury… only had Freya? For over 22 years?
In that moment, Casca knew…
Fury and Freya’s bond was closer to husband and wife than what he had with her!
Diablo lacked this definition, but Casca knew. Otherwise, Fury would’ve mated with others, He had the ability to do it, yet he chose only Freya. If that wasn’t “love” like he had for Casca, what was?
So she was the one stealing someone’s husband?!
“No… No, no!”
Was she the shameless harlot?! (Old-school Luminus values.)
The strongest wins, sure… but Casca never wanted to be the bully stealing another’s mate.
But it was too late.
“Okay… If you want one partner for mating… then I’d only mate with you, right?”
Glancing at Fury… No, not in this form. Mating with him now would kill her.
Human anatomy wasn’t evolved for Diablo, male or female. Not crude—it was seriously impossible.
So only Freya could fulfill Fury’s sexual needs.
For Casca, it was natural. Surrounded by knights and soldiers, she’d seen it all. Religion and God kept her from animalistic urges, but didn’t erase them.
She was human, and humans, as animals, had natural desires.
In Diablo, alone, she’d occasionally felt the urge and handled it privately.
But after that incident…
Something buried by religious teachings stirred in Casca.
She’d never admit it.
But a tiny corner of her heart, recalling that scene, burned with lust. Her soldier’s discipline chastised it, burying it deep.
Luminus values and her proud dignity whipped her, deeming lust vile, to be suppressed.
No, no! She’d never share! Not even a toothbrush!!!
Yet, she pitied Fury. Diablos had high sex drives; reproduction was hard, so they mated often to increase chances.
But Fury said:
“I won’t mate with anyone else. I’ll follow your beliefs. I’ll stand by you. No more mating with Freya.”
“Fury… you can mate with others… just not Skank, okay?”
“No. I won’t, because I know it’d hurt you.”
“…Fury…”
Hand over mouth.
Tears welled, feminine drama rising.
Had Freya been slightly nicer… Casca might’ve allowed mating to continue.
But because it was Freya—Reasons #1, #2, #3 combined—Casca felt no need to permit it.
Freya learned this alongside Fury.
Since Casca held the upper hand, she’d gaslight for another decade that Fury and Freya’s bond wasn’t husband and wife, and she didn’t steal him…
