Reborn As The Daemon’s Wife - Chapter 172

Bardumond shot a dirty look at Dairon. “Did you also force Jasmine into acknowledging you as her mate?”

“I did no such thing.” If Jasmine was not holding her hand, he would have attacked the god who was deliberately provoking him.

Bardumond scoffed and crossed his arms. “Who would trust the son of the king of the underworld?”

“Bardumond!” Jasmine berated him.

“Isn’t he?” He retorted.

She replayed the conversation in her mind and realized that she had not mentioned Dairon’s parents and neither had he. She looked at Bardumond in shock. “How did you know?”

As if expecting the question, he threw her a suspicious answer. “The bite mark was just too familiar.”

“How could that be? I…”

“Turned back time? Of course you did.” He interrupted her statement, knowing that she must be shocked to find out that her spell had failed.

She looked at Dairon in horror, who patted her hand to reassure her. It didn’t calm her nerves. How did Bardumond know what she did?

“I can’t believe you would hide such an important thing from me, Jasmine. I’m disappointed.” He looked at her solemnly.

She was still in shock but with the disappointment clear on his face, she could not think about how it happened anymore. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how you would react to the truth. Besides, it was not my tale to tell.”

“More than your apology, I’m interested in knowing why you kept a demon by your side and helped him hide his identity.” He addressed her, ignoring the demon opposite him. “Don’t you know what dangerous creatures they are?”

“Dairon is not a dangerous creature.” She responded stubbornly. Her response apparently made him unhappy, because he stood and left the table.

“If you would please hear me out!” She rushed after him, accidentally toppling her teacup when she stood in too much of a hurry.

“I’m not curious about his background and whatever lies he told you to keep your mouth. Instead, I want to know how the other gods will react to the truth about his identity.” He stopped and glanced at her over his shoulder.

“Bardumond, you can’t do that!” She reached to grab his hand and missed it. Dairon had probably resigned to his fate and was not going to try and stop him but she couldn’t stand the thought of him being everyone’s target.

“He is your sister’s mate!” She yelled. When he stopped, she knew that it was the topic that made him budge. She hated to have to bring this up but she took advantage of the situation. “Do you think Catalyah would be happy with the knowledge that her mate was destroyed by you?” Her voice lowered, as it was only when she spoke of it that she realized what a hurtful topic it was.

“Don’t you drag Catalyah into this!” He snapped.

“Of course I will! I’m certain she knew who he really is. Why do you think she didn’t tell anyone the truth?” She retorted, hoping Bardumond knew nothing of the argument between the mates when Catalyah intended to reveal his identity to King Rian.

Luckily, he didn’t seem to know because he turned to glare at Dairon.

“I underestimated you!” He spat. “You parade yourself around as an ordinary demigod when all you have been doing is using your mates to get you what you want? Are you trying to ruin Jasmine’s life?”

Dairon’s response was to attack Bardumond with lightning out of the blue.

“Dairon!” She rushed back to his side to stop him.

“I guess a certain god wants a taste of war.” His lips curled into a smirk.

“No. Dairon, stop. Right now.” She ordered, but her words fell on deaf ears.

The god coughed out a mouthful of blood from the lightning attack but as soon as he steadied himself, he drew his sword and aimed it at Dairon, who was ready to strike again.

“I said stop! Are you both kids?” Jasmine lost her calm, causing the duelling pair to fall a few meters away from each other with a force of wind from her.

Bardumond gathered himself up in shock as he stared at his sister. “Catalyah?”

Jasmine sighed, rubbing her temples. “While I’m flattered to know that my blow was that powerful, I don’t appreciate you mistaking me for Catalyah, thanks.”

The god seemed excited as he shook the sand off his clothes and rushed to her. “Don’t get me wrong. That’s something she was fond of doing for fun.”

“I see. We have the same tastes, don’t we?” She was relieved when both of them got back to their feet. The gust of power had surprised her too, and she felt much weaker after using it so she sat back down at the table. She grabbed a towel and dabbed at the spilled tea, glaring at the god and demigod who were on the verge of locking fists again.

“Forget about the fight. Let’s discuss this.” She pointed at the seats on either side of her to invite them over.

“You want me to sit at the same table as a demon.” Bardumond expressed his displeasure.

“Your friend, Bardumond.” She reminded him. “The very friend in whose kitchen you and I decided to become siblings.”

Her words sounded like a subtle threat and he immediately sat down. No matter what, he didn’t want to lose his sister.

“You cannot trust a demon. Maybe he befriended me on purpose.” He stubbornly tried to open her eyes.

“Who has the time to befriend a god?” Dairon disdainfully wiped the remaining dust off his shoulder.

“How about both of you shut up?” She pushed their faces further away from each other as they were about to start another fight.

When they finally calmed down, she was relieved. Dealing with angry immortals was more mentally exhausting than solving a case between children.

“Brother, there are many things you don’t know.” She started, facing Bardumond. “You probably found out that Dairon is a demon from King Rian.”

“How did you know?” He was surprised that she guessed it right off the bat.

“He is our worst enemy at the moment.” She explained. “He wants me dead and coincidentally, Ulke wants Dairon dead. I have no idea how he learnt about the bite mark and the fact that I reversed time that day but the point is, they both want us dead.”

Bardumond listened to her analysis and glanced at Dairon on the other side. “But you are his son. Why would he want to kill you?”

“He thinks I will cause his death. He can only be secure when I’m no longer in the picture.” Dairon reluctantly explained to the god.

Bardumond found the explanation convincing but he raised his brows. “That doesn’t make you any less of a demon.”

“I don’t expect you to trust me.” Dairon responded. It must be hard for the god to trust his friend, who he had thought of as a demigod for centuries until he suddenly turned out to be a demon. It was easy to assume that Dairon was out to destroy the realm of immortals like most demons planned to.

He gave Bardumond time to process his words before adding, “I just need you to know that no matter what, I would never hurt Jasmine.”

Bardumond was not convinced. “You promised not to hurt Catalyah but hurt her anyway. You did not protect her. What makes you think I would trust you with another of my sisters while knowing that you are both a demon and a target for the king of the underworld?”

It was already good enough that he was not suspecting him of deliberately killing Catalyah, thought Dairon.

“You are aware of all the conspiracies that happened eight hundred years ago. I would never deliberately hurt Catalyah, and I would never harm Jasmine either.” He vowed.

“I don’t like how that sounds. It’s as if you are taking Jasmine as a replacement for Catalyah.” He cringed.

“What? No. Never. I treasure Jasmine for who she is.”

Jasmine pushed them apart once more to stop an argument from erupting. “I just remembered what Harlyn said. He believes that Scarlet is the one who killed Catalyah.”

“That’s because she made everyone think that way.” Both the demigod and the god answered, and she realized that Bardumond knew much more than they were giving him credit for.

She looked into the distance as an idea struck her mind. “I think I know how to force her to our side if our plan were to backfire.”

Bardumond was relieved that she had a backup plan, but he had to warn her. “Don’t get too confident. It’s tragic.”

He finished his tea without any qualms and when he left, Jasmine let out a sigh of relief. That had gone better than she expected.

“Do you think we went too far?” She asked Dairon, referring to her using Catalyah on many occasions. She felt guilty.

“They forced us to do this.” Dairon held her shoulders. “Bardumond is on our side. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have sat down to negotiate.”

She was relieved to hear that, because with Bardumond on their side, it meant Lolanthe would probably not go against them.

“Then let’s prepare for the banquet.” She went back to her room to start making Terra’s gown. She would have to send it to the goddess in the evening so she would know whether or not Terra liked it or if it needed any fitting.

“I’m going to get ready too. To counter whatever situation may arise at the banquet.”

She turned tense at his words.. He sounded certain that something would go wrong.