NOVEL NEXT Chapter 168
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After the completely out-of-the-blue “Please give me your daughter!” event, Edanant performed that same event once more.
“Please give me your daughter!”
To marry the Saintess, he had to get permission from the leader of the Holy Kingdom. Hence, Edanant expressed his desire to marry the Saintess while also securing permission to marry the Second Imperial Princess and the Third Imperial Princess.
“I’m going to marry the Second Imperial Princess and the Third Imperial Princess. And I also want to marry the First Saintess of the Holy Kingdom.”
No matter how gentle a person might be, such a shameless demand would leave anyone fuming. It was one thing to have been caught trying to marry two at once, and now he wanted all three!
However, when Boeorn heard Edanant’s request, he chuckled and nodded.
“I understand. This must be the will of the Creator Deity.”
“Really?”
“Isn’t it true that you and Zebeline Saintess love each other sincerely? That’s all that matters.”
“……”
Edanant prepared himself for a slap with holy water. He was ready for a stone pot to break over his head too.
Even with a womanizing scoundrel in front of him, Boeorn remained understanding. This kind demeanor had Edanant hesitating to convert to the Holy Kingdom.
“Who is your daughter? I have my own father, you know.”
“But Your Majesty is my guardian and protector. And your family will meet later.”
“Hmph! Anyway, you’re relentless.”
“I think so too.”
Watching Edanant bicker with Zebeline, Boeorn appeared genuinely happy, as if it were a fateful connection.
The First Saintess felt embarrassed by the sincere congratulations from the ruler of the Holy Kingdom; her face turned red as she pouted her lush lips.
“If it’s not rude, I’d love to know how this connection came to be.”
“Understood.”
There was no need to hide this.
After all, Boeorn was already aware of the entire story.
Edanant invited Boeorn to take a seat and sat down himself. Knowing the conversation would be lengthy, he requested three servings of tea from the maid in the reception room.
“I first met Zebeline when she was serving as an apprentice priest on the battlefield, and I was part of the Saintess Party.”
“You mean… when the Racial War broke out.”
The battlefield of the Racial War, where bloodshed and screams reigned supreme.
It was where they first crossed paths, amidst the land stained with iron and blood.
At that time, Zebeline was a mere apprentice priest from a weak nation, and meeting her in that perilous battlefield was due to destiny entwined in disaster.
Disasters attract each other.
Hadn’t the Divine Status of War said so when they met on the Powder Keg Peninsula?
Though their meeting was orchestrated by the intertwining disasters of War and Famine, Edanant and Zebeline, the parties involved, felt content. The brief encounter amidst the battlefield became an irreplaceable, precious memory.
“You’ve met a wonderful partner, First Saintess.”
“He’s always giving me trouble though.”
In response to the Majestic One’s remark, the Saintess replied with a huffy tone.
And the utterly branded womanizer forced an awkward smile.
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Having received marriage permission from the Emperor and the Seer of Hohenberg, Edanant called for Ludmilla, Elizaveta, and Zebeline to his office to relay some crucial news.
“I have something to announce.”
The beautiful Saintess and the Princesses displayed a strong expectation.
It was undoubtedly to discuss the wedding scheduled for next year.
Where would the ceremony be held?
When would the wedding date be?
How would the guests for the wedding invitations be selected?
With the Emperor, the leader of the Human Alliance, and the Holy One having granted permission, it was confirmed. There was no way Edanant would let the marriage turn sour by turning the Empire and the Holy Kingdom against each other; thus, Ludmilla, Elizaveta, and Zebeline’s focus solely rested on the wedding next year.
Everyone invited to the wedding would surely come to celebrate.
And countless citizens would sprinkle flower petals and cheer as blessings.
March would be perfect.
The Red Dragon and the White Dragon, along with the Death Empress, envisioned a simultaneous happiness.
“We’re going to subdue Gael.”
Edanant’s voice, filled with tension, cut through the air.
Ludmilla, Zebeline, and Elizaveta cleared their throats, calming their excited hearts.
“In a week, on the dark new moon, I will attempt the usurpation.”
The time had come to pull the Earth Mother Gael from the Creator Deity’s throne.
Usurpation.
He declared it with unwavering conviction.
SWOOSH-
In response, the disasters spewed forth dark particles, filling the office. It was an expression of the excitement that the time had finally come to shred the arrogant Creator Deity who had suppressed them.
“Let me and Ludmilla lead the way! I’ll incinerate that filthy hypocrite without a trace!”
“It’s time to bring the hypocrite of the Celestial Realm down.”
The scattered particles gathered, forming the shapes of a three-headed dragon and a Fallen Angel.
The monstrous forms revealed themselves, their voices tinged with hatred exuding killing intent.
“What? Why do I look so unpleasant?!”
“Such a foolish question, Elizaveta. It’s only natural for me to pursue absolute beauty.”
A stunning beauty with cascading golden hair and red eyes emerged. She resembled Elizaveta to the point where they could be indistinguishable if her deep green eyes mirrored those of the real person.
The Disaster of Death.
The Divine Status of the Disaster God, which resided within the Princess, facilitated by the Demon King and the Saintess.
Seeing a doppelgänger of Elizaveta appear before them was shocking for Ludmilla and Zebeline, who stared wide-eyed in surprise.
“Why are you taking the form of Liza?”
“Maybe it’s her preference. The Third Imperial Princess must have caught her fancy.”
It made sense.
Elizaveta was a beauty that rivaled Saintess Beatrice.
The Earth Mother Gael showcased a peculiar obsession with beauty, selectively embodying cute, beautiful maidens. This was a similar preference, it seemed.
“I’ll root out the hypocrites in this accursed land where the false era begins.”
The girl with red hair hugged Edanant’s neck, addressing everyone gathered in the office.
The Divine Status of War.
The Divine Status of Disaster which had possessed Edanant.
The moment Ludmilla and Zebeline laid eyes on her for the first time, they revealed expressions of confusion.
“What! Get away from Edan! He’s going to be my husband now!”
“That’s right! That handsome man over there is ours, Elizaveta!”
The girl who clung to Edanant like a long-lost lover evoked jealousy in Elizaveta. The Death Divine Status joined in vocally protesting as well.
However, despite the protests, the girl stuck to Edanant like a sloth.
“A husband… Is that what you call a trivial relationship borne from primal desires?”
“What?”
“Edanant and I are bound by absolute faith and devotion. A mundane girl, satisfied by lust and flesh, could never comprehend our noble connection.”
“Well then, you can be worshipped all you want! I, I will have Edanant’s child one day!”
TWITCH-
The girl’s pristine face scrunched up at Elizaveta’s passionate outburst.
Upon noticing that, Edanant pressed his hand down on the girl’s head, mediating the argument.
“The end of the world has begun anew. I confirmed this through Belashiel.”
Dark gray surged ominously.
The gray of the world’s end appeared beyond the horizon, slowly engulfing everything.
It needed to be eliminated.
The culprit summoning the end of the world was undoubtedly the ‘Earth Mother Gael.’
“The Creator Deity must no longer exist. Ludmilla, Zebeline. Will you assist me?”
To break the throne.
This meant to obliterate the existence of the Creator Deity dominating the earthly realm.
The situation surpassed all imagination.
Thus, arriving at this decision required immense courage.
“Of course, isn’t it for the sake of protecting the world?”
“I too will surely assist Edan. Don’t ask me unnecessarily now.”
Planning a rebellion against the Creator Deity, whom they had trusted absolutely. However, both Ludmilla and Zebeline accepted Edanant’s request without hesitation.
For the sake of protecting the world.
And for the sake of their beloved.
The long-standing rivalry between the Red Dragon and the White Dragon rarely saw them unite in a singular front.
“Elizaveta. Please assist me. I beg you.”
“Of course! If you left me out, I would’ve genuinely gotten angry.”
As Edanant reached out for her help, Elizaveta grabbed his hand and smiled.
“The Creator Deity never should have existed. The concept that should not exist has birthed the end of the world.”
War.
Tyranny and Famine.
And Death.
All the disasters Gael had tried to seal away were now assembled.
It was time to topple the Creator Deity.
With the upheaval of disasters, the era of the Creator Deity would meet its dusk.