Wife Collection Of Regulus

The weight of the situation settled like an anvil on everyone’s shoulders.

Priestella was in chaos.

Natsuki Subaru—their Subaru—had been taken.

By Regulus Corneas, the Sin Archbishop of Greed.

The bastard had kidnapped her right in front of everyone, moving so fast and so effortlessly that even Reinhard—the Strongest—hadn’t been able to react in time.

Or rather, hadn’t reacted.

Because, apparently, he had chosen not to.

"You let him take Cap’n?" Garfield’s voice was a trembling growl, his golden eyes wide with disbelief. "You just— You let him—What the fuck?!"

Mimi lay nearby, bandaged and barely conscious, her usually energetic tail limp. The once-bubbly feline demihuman, who had been grinning and bouncing around just hours ago, now struggled to even move thanks to the wounds inflicted by the Witch Cult.

Beatrice stood rigid, her small hands balled into fists. "Explain yourself, I suppose!" she snapped, turning furiously toward Reinhard. "Why didn’t you stop him?!"

Reinhard’s expression remained impassive. "I wished to keep Grandmother safe."

Silence.

And then—

"You—" Beatrice fumed. "You imbecile! That man is not your grandmother! Are you still lost in your delusions, I suppose?!"

"Subaru is—"

"Not Theresia!" Beatrice screamed, her voice cracking with frustration. "How many times must you be told before you understand, in fact?!"

Anastasia, standing beside Julius and Ricardo, bit her lip, her usual composed mask barely holding. "This ain’t good..." she murmured. "The city’s under siege."

And she was right.

Because it wasn’t just Regulus.

No, of course it couldn’t just be one Sin Archbishop—

Sirius, that batshit crazy maniac, still had hundreds of people under her control, their eyes glowing an ominous red.

Roy Alphard—the Sin Archbishop of Gluttony—had taken over the Armory Fort, securing a position that allowed him to control all the weapons within the city.

Capella Emerada Lugunica—the Sin Archbishop of Lust—had claimed the main building in the city, holding an unknown number of people hostage.

This wasn’t just an attack.

This was a full-scale occupation.

Priestella was theirs.

And Subaru—

"We have to save her!" Emilia’s voice rang through the tension, her usual gentleness now laced with desperation. "We have to do something!"

"Easy there, Princess," Ricardo interjected, rubbing his temples. "We charge in blind, we’ll just get ourselves killed."

"Then we find a plan!" Emilia insisted. "We can’t leave Subaru alone with that man!"

"Yeah, especially since he apparently thinks she’s his wife," Julius muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How in the world did that happen?"

"Dunno," Garfield hissed. "But I ain’t leaving Cap’n in the hands of some freak in a weddin’ suit!"

"Aye, well, even if we want to rush in, it ain't that easy," Ricardo pointed out. "Four Archbishops. Four locations. Hundreds of civilians under their control. This ain't somethin' we can just punch our way through, ya feel me?"

"Then we strategize," Julius agreed. "We divide our forces. The only question is—" His gaze flickered toward Reinhard. "Can we trust you to actually help, or will you just stand back and watch again?"

Reinhard didn’t respond.

But the fire burning in Beatrice’s eyes showed that, regardless of what he did, she wasn’t going to wait around.

And neither was anyone else.

They were getting Subaru back.

No matter what.

Ö~Ö

Subaru’s eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she registered was the feeling of soft silk against her bare skin.

Wait.

Bare skin?

Blinking rapidly, she sat up, her heart pounding as she scanned her surroundings.

A bed. A huge one, draped in expensive white sheets. The room was furnished extravagantly, with delicate gold embroidery on the walls and an elaborate chandelier overhead.

She was in some sort of luxurious suite.

And she was—

"The fuck?!"

She yanked the sheets up, covering herself as the full realization hit her—she was completely naked.

Her mind raced. What the hell had happened? She’d been fighting Sirius, then that creepy wedding suit guy had interfered, and then—

"Tch. Kidnapped, huh?"

Subaru gritted her teeth, ready to tear the room apart in search of answers, when—

Creeeeak.

The door opened.

A familiar pale-skinned man in a pristine white wedding suit strolled inside, hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of self-satisfaction.

"Ah, you’re awake," he said smoothly, smiling as if this was all completely normal. "I was beginning to worry. It would have been rather inconvenient if my future bride remained unconscious for too long."

Subaru's blood ran cold.

"Regulus! What the hell did you do to me?!"

He blinked at her, genuinely confused. "What do you mean? I simply ensured that you were properly bathed and dressed in a comfortable setting befitting a bride. It is only natural, is it not?"

"Dressed?!" Subaru yanked the sheets closer to herself. "I AM NOT DRESSED!"

"Oh, well, yes, but that’s only because I wanted to ensure that you would be properly fitted into your wedding attire," he replied matter-of-factly. "It would be highly improper for my wife to wear ill-fitting clothes for such a momentous occasion, after all."

Her eye twitched. "What wedding?! I didn’t agree to shit!"

Regulus sighed, shaking his head as if she was being unreasonable. "Subaru—may I call you Subaru? I  assign a number late—"

"NO."

"—I understand that you are overwhelmed. That is natural. A woman, when confronted with the sheer weight of destiny, often finds herself flustered. However, let me reassure you: I, as a loving and responsible husband, will make every effort to ensure your life is free of stress, harm, and discomfort."

Subaru gritted her teeth. "I don't want to be your wife!"

Regulus waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, you say that now, but in time, you will understand the great honor that has been bestowed upon you. You should feel grateful, Subaru. Many women would kill for this privilege."

Oh, Subaru thought, if that’s the case, let’s swap!

She was one step away from summoning Excalibur and yeeting this lunatic across the room when—

"By the way, I must confirm something very important."

His expression turned deadly serious.

"Are you a virgin?"

Silence.

Subaru’s brain short-circuited.

The sheer audacity.

"The hell?!" She almost dropped the sheets out of sheer shock. "What kind of question is that?! OF COURSE I AM! Unless YOU did something while I was unconscious, in which case I swear I will—"

"Ah!" Regulus beamed. "Good, acceptable. I shall make the final arrangements for the wedding immediately."

"What?!"

Regulus turned toward the door. "#38, prepare the dress. I want everything perfect before the ceremony."

Subaru blinked. #38?

A girl entered the room, moving with quiet precision. Her expression was completely blank—no joy, no sadness, just eerie emptiness. She held a set of clothes in her arms, perfectly pressed and folded.

Regulus nodded approvingly before turning back to Subaru. "You should get dressed. We mustn’t keep our guests waiting."

And with that, he left.

Subaru sat there, still clutching the sheets, trying to process what the hell had just happened.

…

Oh.

Oh, HELL NO.

Ö~Ö

Subaru stared at the pristine white wedding dress in Number 38’s hands as if it were an unholy artifact.

"A wedding dress."

"Yes," Number 38 replied in a monotone voice, her expression completely devoid of emotion. "Lord Husband has selected this specifically for you. It is a great honor to be chosen as one of his brides."

Subaru's eye twitched. "Yeah, uh, see, there's a problem with that. Where the hell is my tracksuit?"

"Your previous attire has been locked away."

"Locked away? What do you mean locked away? Who gave you permission to touch my stuff?"

"It was removed for purification purposes."

"Purification?" Subaru repeated, her voice dangerously calm. "Do I look like a shrine?"

"Lord Husband prefers his brides to be presented in an untarnished state."

Subaru took a deep breath. "Fine. Whatever. Just tell me where it is."

"It has been stored away."

"Stored where?"

"In the storage."

Subaru gave her a deadpan look. "No shit, which storage?"

Number 38 did not answer.

Subaru narrowed her eyes. "Okay, I see how it is. I’m dealing with a full-on cultist, huh?"

Still, no reaction.

"Alright then, next question: what the hell is up with your name? Number 38?" Subaru crossed her arms. "That’s not normal."

"We do not require names," the girl replied, still eerily expressionless. "We exist solely to serve Lord Husband."

A chill ran down Subaru’s spine. "You keep calling him that. ‘Lord Husband.’ That's not a normal way to talk about your spouse. What is wrong with you?"

No answer.

Subaru clenched her fists. "And another thing—what do you mean Number 38?! How many of you are there?!"

"Lord Husband has currently taken 256 wives. You are the 68th."

Subaru’s brain stopped working.

"Over two hundred?!" she screeched. "You’re telling me that white-suit-wearing freak has collected over two hundred wives like they’re fucking trading cards?!"

"It is an honor to be chosen by Lord Husband," Number 38 replied flatly.

Subaru gagged. "An honor?! Are you hearing yourself?! That’s not a marriage, that’s a goddamn hostage situation! What is wrong with you people?!"

Silence.

"No reaction, huh?" Subaru rubbed her temples. "Of course not. You’re too deep in the crazy juice to get what I’m saying."

She took a deep breath. "Alright, fine. Whatever. I’ll put on the dress. I’ll smile. I’ll walk down the aisle."

Number 38 gave a small nod.

"And then," Subaru continued, cracking her knuckles, "I’m gonna kick his ass in front of everybody and fix your rotten stone brain while I’m at it."

For the first time, Number 38’s expression flickered.

It was subtle—just the slightest shift of her lips, as if she almost wanted to react but didn’t know how.

Subaru smirked.

Interesting.

Subaru stared at the wedding dress in her hands for a good, long minute. Then, without a word, she threw it over her shoulder and walked up to the nearest wall.

It was a fancy room—too fancy. White and gold décor, polished marble floors, and delicate curtains that looked like they were worth more than her entire life savings back on Earth. The place reeked of aristocratic self-importance, and Subaru hated it.

So she raised her foot and kicked the wall.

The wood splintered like paper.

"Huh." Subaru blinked. "Wasn't expecting that to work so easily."

"What are you doing?" Number 38 asked, her voice as flat as ever.

"Going for a walk," Subaru said, stepping over the broken pieces of the wall and into the hallway beyond. "I need to stretch my legs, and I don’t feel like using the door."

"That is not permitted."

"Yeah, and?"

Number 38 didn’t stop her. Whether it was because she physically couldn’t or simply wouldn’t wasn’t clear. Subaru wasn’t about to question it.

She walked down the pristine hallway, her bare feet tapping against the cold marble. The entire mansion—or whatever this place was—reeked of self-importance. Every piece of furniture was gilded, every corridor too clean, as if it had been scrubbed by people who had nothing better to do than wipe the floor for hours.

She hated it.

As she strolled, she saw other women in the same emotionless state as Number 38, all wearing muted colors, their expressions dead. None of them reacted to her presence. Some of them were cleaning, some were just sitting motionless, and a few were staring blankly out the windows.

It was unnerving.

"This whole place feels like a horror movie," Subaru muttered. "Like one of those creepy cult mansions where everybody's already dead inside."

She kept walking, occasionally peeking into rooms. Some were filled with elegant furniture, others with bookshelves and expensive décor, and one room just had a pile of pillows.

"Huh." Subaru stared at it for a second. "Weird flex, but okay."

Then, she turned a corner and nearly tripped over something.

It growled.

Subaru looked down.

It was a monster.

Well, technically it was a monster. It had the shape of a wolf, but its fur was like shifting shadows, its eyes glowed red, and its teeth were way too sharp.

Subaru sighed. "What is it with rich people and keeping weird shit in their houses?"

The monster lunged.

Subaru punched it in the face.

It yelped and collapsed.

"Alright, moving on."

She kept strolling, passing more creatures—some humanoid, some beast-like, all looking very much like they didn’t belong in a normal household. She dealt with them the same way: a punch, a kick, or, in one case, grabbing a candle holder and beating a tentacle-faced freak into unconsciousness.

"Seriously," Subaru muttered as she wiped ink-like blood off her hands. "Who the hell decorates a house and fills it with abominations? That’s like owning a museum and using the paintings as coasters."

Eventually, she found a balcony.

She stepped outside.

The city of Priestella stretched out below, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.

"I should probably escape," she mused. "I mean, that is the smart thing to do."

She stood there for a moment, hands on her hips.

Then, she turned around and walked right back to her room.

She stepped over the broken wall, flopped onto the bed, and sighed. "Man, I hope they bring dinner soon.”

Ö~Ö

Regulus Corneas prided himself on many things. His wealth, his power, his perfection. He was the very definition of an ideal man, untouchable and unshakable. Nothing could ever make him falter, nothing could ever make him doubt himself.

So when he entered Subaru’s room, expecting to see his docile, obedient future bride, he was not prepared.

The room was a disaster.

The wall was broken. Pieces of expensive furniture were either missing or destroyed. Dark blood stained parts of the floor, as if something monstrous had been butchered in here. And Subaru herself? She was sprawled lazily on the bed, looking bored out of her mind, casually flipping through a book she definitely wasn’t supposed to have.

Regulus twitched.

Number 38 stood off to the side, blank-faced as usual.

"Explain," Regulus demanded, his voice eerily calm. "What. Happened. Here?"

Number 38, still emotionless, bowed her head. "Lord Husband, she did not comply with the established rules. I could not—"

"YOU COULD NOT WHAT?!" Regulus exploded, his entire body shaking with barely-contained rage. "HOW DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?!"

"I did not let anything happen," Number 38 answered. "She simply did what she wanted."

Regulus’s left eye twitched. He exhaled sharply through his nose, rubbing his temple as his entire body seemed to tremble in pure frustration.

"And you," he snarled, turning to Subaru, "do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Subaru lazily turned a page in her book. "Yeah."

She snapped the book shut and swung her leg.

Her foot buried itself in Regulus’s gut.

For a single, beautiful moment, there was silence.

Then, BOOM.

Regulus exploded backward like a cannonball, his entire body crashing through the wall, then another wall, then another—until he was completely launched out of the building.

Subaru sat up and dusted her hands. "Nice."

She got up, walked over to the hole she just made, and peeked outside.

From her vantage point, she saw Regulus screaming as he flew across the city.

"Huh." Subaru tilted her head. "Where’s he gonna land?"

SMASH.

Regulus slammed into the ground—right in the middle of the city hall.

Right in front of Capella Emerada Lugunica.

The Sin Archbishop of Lust.

Capella blinked.

Regulus groaned, half-buried in the cobblestone floor.

Subaru, still watching from a distance, pursed her lips. "...Oops.”

Capella Emerada Lugunica was many things—cruel, sadistic, disgusting—but if there was one thing she enjoyed more than anything, it was pissing people off. And right now? She had the perfect target.

Regulus, the Almighty Sin Archbishop of Greed, was lying on the ground, face buried in the shattered stone, his pristine white suit now covered in dirt and debris.

Capella clapped her hands together, her golden, slitted eyes gleaming. "Awww~ What’s this? The mighty Regulus Corneas, reduced to a pathetic sack of bones, kissing the ground like a dirty little worm? Oh my, how the mighty have fallen! Kyahaha!"

Regulus’s eye twitched.

"Shut up, Capella," he growled, his fingers twitching against the broken floor. "I am not in the mood."

"Not in the mood?" Capella smirked, stepping forward, her sharp teeth flashing. "Oh no, what a tragedy! The great Regulus isn’t in the mood! How will the world ever recover?"

Regulus’s fingers dug into the stone, his entire body shaking.

"What happened, huh?" Capella taunted, crouching beside him. "Did some poor little girl finally call you out on your bullshit? Maybe she realized what a useless sack of pig vomit you are?"

Regulus’s breathing turned sharp and ragged.

"Oooooh, I get it!" Capella gasped, her expression mockingly sympathetic. "You got REJECTED, didn’t you?"

Something snapped.

Regulus screamed in rage and exploded into the air, shooting off like a rocket back toward the tower.

Capella cackled. "Fly, little birdie, fly!"

—

Meanwhile, Subaru was still standing at the hole she’d made, stretching her arms. "Welp," she muttered. "Guess I’ll have to find another way out—"

BOOM.

The entire tower shook.

Regulus landed in front of her with enough force to crack the floor beneath him.

His white suit was pristine again, but his face was twisted in unfiltered rage.

Subaru blinked. "Oh."

They stared at each other.

Regulus took a deep breath.

He exhaled.

He turned around.

And he walked away.

Subaru watched him go.

She pursed her lips. "Huh."

She shrugged and went back to her book.

Ö~Ö

Julius carefully stepped through the broken wall, his boots crunching against the rubble as he took in the surreal sight before him.

Subaru—perfectly relaxed—was lounging on the bed, flipping through a book like she hadn’t just suplexed the Sin Archbishop of Greed into the next district.

The wind from the shattered opening rustled the curtains, and the eerie silence in the room made the whole situation absurd.

"...I should have expected this," Julius muttered to himself.

Subaru barely glanced up. "Sup."

"Subaru," Julius began, his voice steady but urgent, "we don’t have much time. We need to leave—now."

"Nah, I’m good."

Julius blinked. "I’m sorry, what?"

"I said I’m good," Subaru repeated, flipping a page. "I appreciate the concern, my dude, but I’m staying right here."

"You—!" Julius ran a hand down his face, inhaling sharply. "You do realize you’ve been kidnapped, right? The city is under siege, the Sin Archbishops are running amok, and—you are currently being held as some sort of weird ‘future bride’ hostage!"

"Yep."

"Then why aren’t you leaving?!"

Subaru finally put the book down, giving Julius a deadpan look. "Because these girls can’t leave."

Julius frowned. "The wives?"

"Bingo." Subaru sat up, stretching. "There are, like, seventy of them in this building, and they’re all stuck here under Regulus’s bullshit. I’m not just gonna ditch them."

"Subaru—"

"Nah, man. No ‘but, Subaru’ speech from you." Subaru wagged a finger. "I am not abandoning these poor brainwashed ladies to their fate with that narcissistic jackass."

Julius rubbed his temples. "Subaru, you do realize that you, alone, against a Sin Archbishop—"

"I kicked him through a building."

"—a Sin Archbishop who can literally ignore the concept of damage," Julius finished, crossing his arms. "And what do you plan to do? Beat him into submission until his ego deflates?"

"Tempting," Subaru mused. "But no. I’m gonna fix them."

Julius stared at her like she’d lost her mind. "Fix them?"

"Yep."

"Subaru, they have been completely indoctrinated into Regulus’s twisted logic! They have no sense of self!"

"Yeah, and that’s fixable," Subaru said casually, hopping off the bed. "It’s like updating an old OS—you just gotta reboot the system, wipe out the malware, and install a fresh personality patch."

Julius pinched the bridge of his nose. "You are talking about people, not a corrupted mana crystal."

"Same principle," Subaru shot back. "Listen, I got this, okay? You go back, do your knightly thing, tell everyone I’m fine, and that I’ll be handling Operation ‘Un-Brainwash the Housewives’ from here."

Julius just stared at her. "You cannot be serious."

"Oh, I’m very serious," Subaru said. "Dead serious. In fact, I might just make this a side quest in my new and improved ‘Destroy the Witch Cult in the Dumbest Way Possible’ arc."

Julius sighed, looking toward the gaping hole in the wall. "I do not believe I have ever met a single person more exhausting than you."

"That’s my charm~" Subaru grinned. "Now, are you gonna help, or are you gonna go back and report my inevitable rise as a feminist icon to the others?"

Julius looked at her.

Then, with the deep, soul-crushing exhale of a man who had just given up on logic, he muttered, "…I will regret this."

"Probably." Subaru clapped her hands. "Now, let’s start fixing some brains, shall we?”