Celia: After Dying in the Apocalypse, I Live Once Again!

Chapter 187: Unexpectedly Very Pathetic...

Pelia walked to Celia, sword drawn, slowly; there was no way for her to ever win against my wife. For the moment, I was somewhat respectful of our enemy, still heading into a battle that was merely her suicide with extra steps.

Clang!

The sound of a sword hitting something rang out, but it wasn’t from Celia blocking an attack. No, instead… it was caused by Pelia throwing her sword, and its sheath, away. A clinking sound was added to the silent throne room, as Pelia also took off her storage ring, tossing it aside, before then continuing her slow stride.

Celia: “?”

While she was confused, Pelia finished the (I assume) surrender walk, now facing Celia. This took nearly ten minutes to do, so the suspense was… touchable in the air. At the very least, this woman knew how to set a stage…

Pomf!

As Celia was about to ask for her intentions, Pelia started striping down, slowly, in a sensual manner, revealing her body like it was a grand treasure. Pelia’s face became a bit red, but I didn’t know if it was because of her now being nude, or due to what she has to do.

Neatly folding her clothing (which was merely a dress, some accessories, and lingerie), and placing it to the right of her position, Pelia then got on all fours, head to the plush, throne room rug (like, one of the long ones); giving Celia the most blatant and humiliating act of surrender that my wife has ever seen. It was quite a bit erotic, as well…

Pelia: “Mistress Celia, I have committed major sins. Kidnaping one of your wives, corrupting your pure creation, Soul Crystals; I even foolish thought myself powerful to fight you.” She voiced with an extremely mournful tone.

Celia: “…”

Pelia: “I, of course, surrender fully; though, if you wish to execute me, then I won’t resist. However, if you can find it in your heart to… forgive my transgressions, then my heart, Soul, and my body… are yours.” She added, secretly (no one can hide from my narration sight!!!) bitting her lip until it bled, tone steeped in desperation.

Celia: “…” “Vulely, how do I fucking respond to this?! I’m not a protagonist from a shitty isekai manga, one that conquers women monthly!!!” She exclaimed in her thoughts, directing them to me, tone equally desperate.

Just like I said earlier, Pelia was old blood; this, while absurdly humiliating, would be the standard method of surviving against a stronger Higher Being. Unfortunately for her, Celia isn’t the type to… demand for someone to surrender in this manner.

In the grand scheme of things, especially when compared to the average Higher Being, my wife’s kill count is stupidly low. Even then, she never tortured those she did kill, Celia mostly letting her enemies live. Good Goddess, I’ve lost track of how many of our group started out as enemies… For fun, I decided not to reply to Celia’s plea. Hehehe…

Celia: “I…” She was then cut off.

Pelia: “Mistress Celia! They might be reluctant at first, but my wives… will enjoy being owned by you just as much as I would.” She expressed with an even more desperate tone, mistaking Celia’s quietness to be that of her doom being certain; still prostrating before my wife.

Celia: “(O.o)”