Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1379

Cassarae rolled around, the sheets looking like they'd start strangling her if she did just one more half-roll. Bundled up like a little doll, her eyes suddenly opened to find Sylas looking at her.

"What are you looking at?"

"I can't look at my wife?" Sylas replied.

"That costs more than you've paid so far. I haven't even had a wedding."

"Then let's have a wedding," Sylas said almost too casually.

Cassarae was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to even say to that. Technically speaking, they were only recognized as married because this bastard went and added her to his nobility title in a System City back on Earth.

It was the most ridiculous thing she had ever seen, and the most infuriating thing about it was that it was actually necessary at the time. Having that noble title had helped her do a lot of things for Casstle Main… Speaking of which, it had been too long since she returned. She wasn't a person who liked being stuck in a single spot for too long in the first place. She was good at managing people and dealing with complicated social situations despite what her mouth seemed to suggest, but that didn't mean she liked doing it all.

Being so free of that world and letting her and Sylas' parents deal with everything on the mostly peaceful Earth now was actually how she preferred things.

She felt like if she stayed anchored down for too long, she would end up being left too far behind by Sylas.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"What? You didn't want a wedding?"

"A wedding is like step seventeen, you fucking bastard! Have you asked me out on a date? Have you swept me off my feet? Have you told me you loved me? Have you pulled out a ring and dropped down to one knee? What the fuck do you mean we should 'just have a wedding'?!"

Sylas looked at her for a long while as her chest heaved.

Sometimes it was a bit amusing to see her act like this. She knew what kind of person he was more intimately than anyone else, and yet she still sometimes insisted on trying to force him into some pigeonhole.

"I do love you."

"Ah…"

Cassarae was ready to forge on with another string of curses, expecting Sylas to say something ridiculous, but the words she registered weren't the ones she was expecting.

Her spit went down the wrong pipe and she was suddenly coughing up a storm, heaving over the side of the bed.

Sylas patted her back for a bit before she finally seemed to relax.

"… Fuck you, Sylas."

Sylas would have laughed if he was practically anyone else. What was that supposed to mean? Hadn't he said what she wanted?

Cassarae looked up, her eyes red from coughing—or at least it seemed.

"What did you do?" she asked straightforwardly.

It was just a simple thing, but Sylas should have known that a Class the Legendary System would go so far to protect couldn't possibly be simple in nature.

"I dare you to say one more ridiculous word, Sylas Brown. I will chop your balls off and eat them myself if I have to. If I had a fucking dog I'd feed them to it, but I'll settle for whipping them up in a blender and downing them in a strawberry smoothie. Try me, you cheating whore."

The red in Cassarae's eyes was practically forming blades. Her sword, leaning by a wall to the side, had already begun vibrating so much that strands of blade-like Aether were conjuring up storms in the air.

Sylas looked at her for a moment more before his lips parted.

"I used the body of a Demon to trigger an evolutionary autophagy in my body. It weeded out the impurities of my foundation and makes my current self almost feel as though I was born a D-Grade Race rather than only upgrading after birth."

Cassarae was once again ready to explode before she slowed to a pause.

"You fucked… a Demon… are you serious…?"

Sylas understood what she meant immediately. The only Demons they knew of, even in this outside world and the wider Sector, were the monsters lurking under one's bed as a child.

Ghouls, ogres, rotten creatures and things of the like. Someone in the form of the Duchess would be the furthest thing from Cassarae's thoughts.

Suddenly, she whipped the bed sheets off of her and spread her legs wide, looking at her crotch in horror.

"I swear to god, Sylas Brown, if you gave me AIDs I'm exploding a firecracker in your ass."