Chapter 194: A Dreamlike Wedding
Unlike a traditional wedding, Kailun’s wedding was not so formal. He had omitted many unnecessary rituals, keeping only the most crucial parts.
“Good job, son! Not only did you snatch our precious Afra away, but you also went out and ‘harmed’ other girls. I was worried that you lacked those worldly desires, but it seems I don’t need to worry anymore.”
Before the official ceremony began, the Duke and Duchess found Kailun, accompanied by a large group of people. Duke Kuhl carefully examined Kailun and nodded with satisfaction.
Now, he had no worries about the continuation of his family line. If Kailun worked harder, he might even become a grandfather soon.
“Lord Kailun is the dream lover of all the girls in the kingdom. As long as he beckons, countless girls will flock to him.”
Marquis Laurist, standing beside them, quickly flattered Kailun. He felt that with a little more effort, he might be able to reach the position of Duke.
Kailun had become the new king, so Duke Kuhl would naturally be promoted to royalty. The remaining Duke position would need to be filled.
With Kailun’s support, Marquis Laurist’s family had the potential to become Dukes, as did Phils’s family.
“Don’t exaggerate. You’ll make him fly to the heavens if you keep praising him.” Duke Kuhl laughed and waved his hand.
“Where’s Afra? Why don’t I see her?”
The Duchess looked around but couldn’t find Afra, so she asked.
Kailun pointed towards the backstage. “Sister Afra went to find Carol. She has some things to tell her.”
“You silly child, you’re already married, yet you still call her ‘Sister Afra’? If others hear that, they might misunderstand.”
The Duchess scolded him playfully and walked towards the backstage. “I’m going to take a look. I’ve been curious about Carol for a long time.”
Before seeing Kailun, she had missed her son dearly, but now that she had seen him, it wasn’t that big of a deal. She would rather see Afra and Carol first.
What son could be more appealing than a daughter-in-law?
The Duchess hummed a tune as she walked towards the backstage, completely ignoring Kailun and Duke Kuhl.
“Your mother has always been like this. She’s been wanting to hold a grandchild for a long time, so she’s probably going to urge Afra and Carol. It’s a good thing you didn’t disappoint me. I thought you and Afra would drag things out for a long time. I didn’t expect things to settle down so quickly. It’s quite moving to think about it now.”
Kuhl sighed, looking at his wife’s retreating figure.
“Don’t rush children’s matters. The stronger someone is, the lower the chances of success. It’s all about luck. As for Sister Afra, I can only say that I was too young back then. I couldn’t see anything.”
Kailun deliberately made excuses. He was still young and didn’t want children yet.
Kailun spent the next few hours chatting and receiving guests. Because of his high status, no one dared to cause trouble.
The ceremony proceeded smoothly, and the atmosphere became lively.
To further liven up the event, Ella had spent a fortune hiring a famous theater troupe.
It was worth mentioning that the wedding officiant was the Pope, wearing a veil. She had already signed the contract and agreed to cooperate.
For everyone’s safety, Kailun didn’t remove the slave collar from the Pope’s neck. He just kindly let her change into a new high-collared outfit.
Interestingly, the Pope had accepted reality faster than he had expected.
Was this the so-called unyielding spirit?
Nothing more than this.
He stood among the crowd, looking at the Pope on the stage. Years of being in a high position had given her an aura of authority. Every word she spoke commanded attention, and the invisible pressure made many weaker individuals feel suffocated.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that most people didn’t dare to look directly at the Pope, as if she wasn’t a wedding officiant but a ferocious beast about to unleash its fury.
But professionally speaking, the Pope was undoubtedly qualified. No one understood the role of an officiant better than her.
After a few insignificant rituals, Kailun finally saw Carol.
She was led down the red carpet by the Duchess, her black wedding dress radiating a unique brilliance.
A happy smile graced Carol’s lips, her steps firm and resolute.
Because Carol had no living relatives, the task of giving her away fell to the Duchess.
The Duchess was very fond of Carol, who seemed very well-behaved. She gave off a warm and approachable feeling.
Not just Carol, but Bella and Fox, whom she had met earlier in the room, also gave her the same feeling. They seemed like good marriage candidates as well.
Especially the way they looked at her expectantly, the Duchess couldn’t help but want to urge Kailun to hold a few more weddings.
Oh, right, there was also Winnie and Phils.
It was a headache. There were too many excellent girls.
But Carol only had eyes for Kailun. She looked at him from across the long red carpet, wanting to break free from the Duchess’s hand and rush into his arms.
Reason restrained her emotions. She just had to wait a little longer, and her wish would be fulfilled.
She didn’t hear a word of what the Pope was saying. She only felt that the officiant was quite noisy and wished she would just shut up.
With this thought in mind, Carol glared at the Pope.
Perhaps sensing Carol’s gaze, the Pope met her eyes and instinctively took a step back. For some reason, she felt that Carol was even more terrifying than Kailun.
The Duchess felt Carol’s pace quicken and sped up her own steps. As someone who had experienced it all, she could see the longing in Carol’s eyes.
“I heard about Carol’s story from Afra. You have to treat her well…”
The Duchess said many things as she reached Kailun’s side, but Carol only heard the first few sentences. The rest went in one ear and out the other.
It was as if the world had been muted. Everyone else fell silent.
Only Kailun remained in her eyes. His figure was a bit blurry, unreal, as if countless golden threads were supporting him, making him appear solid.
She looked up at the sky, but it was empty.
For some reason, Carol felt her thoughts slowing down. She couldn’t understand many things, her mind in a daze.
She mechanically went through the ceremony, a slightly stiff smile on her face.
Although she seemed dazed, her happiness was real.
“Miss Carol, are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?”
Carol came back to her senses when she heard Kailun’s voice again. The world returned to normal, and the cheers of the crowd filled her ears.
She looked into Kailun’s eyes and replied dreamily, “I do.”
[Carol’s Goodwill +1, Total Goodwill 99]
Carol couldn’t remember what happened next. She vaguely remembered Kailun kissing her, exchanging rings, and continuing the ceremony.
She followed Kailun like a fool, accompanying him as he walked, laughed, and talked…
It seemed like they had experienced so much, yet it also felt like a fleeting moment. Immense joy filled her mind, making the world feel unreal again.
Amidst the congratulations of the crowd, she accompanied Kailun back to the beautifully decorated wedding chamber. It was already evening.
“Thump!”
Kailun flicked Carol’s forehead and asked, “Why have you been so dazed and absentminded all day? Do you not like me? Or are you not satisfied with today’s preparations?”
Although he was smiling, his eyes held a hint of scrutiny.
Carol was indeed acting strange today, unlike her usual self. If he hadn’t been holding her hand the whole time, Kailun might have thought she was a different person.
She seemed distant, a feeling that made him uneasy.
“No, I’m just… too happy. My mind can’t process it all at once.”
Carol snuggled into Kailun’s arms. She did love him, loved him deeply.
“Did I ruin your fun tonight?” Carol looked up at Kailun.
Kailun patted her head. “No, I’m very happy today because I gained another obedient little wife. You can be more willful. You’re special, unique, and cherished by me. So be more confident, believe in your charm. You’re not inferior to anyone. You can be more arrogant, and you can also rely on me more. You’ve given me your love, and I will reciprocate.”
“Can you really accept everything about me?”
Carol wrapped her arms around Kailun’s waist, holding him close.
Kailun glanced at the clock on the wall. “Of course. I swear on my limited conscience.”
He had ten minutes left before he could recover part of his attributes. He had to get through this “vacuum period.”
“Then please forgive my rudeness. I don’t want to let you go tonight.”
Carol, in her black wedding dress, pushed Kailun onto the bed and pounced on him, not even bothering to take off her high heels.
“Wait, I think we can talk about life first.”
Kailun resisted Carol’s advance. Nine minutes left. He had to hold on for a little longer.
Carol shook her head, a smile on her face, and pried his hands away. “You said you would tolerate my willfulness, so I’m going to test your conscience now.”
Kailun suddenly regretted waking Carol up so early. He should have let her stay dazed for another ten minutes.
However, Carol in her wedding dress did stir his heart. He had a sudden urge to “stain” her dress.
Black was the color that suited her best, like a black rose, exuding an irresistible allure.
The aura she occasionally emitted, both familiar and unfamiliar, was mysterious and alluring, even Kailun was captivated by it.
Compared to last night, this time, Carol was direct, and Kailun had no strength to resist.
[Carol’s Goodwill +3, Total Goodwill 102. Obtaining 102% of attributes at the corresponding time…]
[Error. Acquisition failed. Failed to obtain corresponding attributes.]
[Reason analysis… Unknown.]
Kailun only glanced at the system notifications briefly before focusing on the “battle” at hand. Carol was weak, but her fighting style was unusually passionate, unlike her usual obedient self.
He struggled to hold on, counting down the time, watching Carol’s beautiful brows furrow in pain. Time seemed to slow down.
Only when the appointed time arrived did he turn the tables and subdue Carol.
Fueled by adrenaline, Kailun not only easily tore Carol’s black stockings but also threw her leg over his shoulder.
“Tolerance is a two-way street. Now it’s your turn to tolerate me, with your deepest love.”
With those words, Kailun launched his counterattack.
……
At the second mine, the Empress’s forces had achieved a difficult victory. They had not only driven back the Pope’s forces but also repelled the Abyss.
When they were clearing the battlefield, the leader ordered them to gather the corpses and line them up.
At first glance, all the corpses were wearing black robes and masks of various shapes, emitting a similar aura.
“Remove their masks. I want to see who they really are.”
The leader, clutching his severed arm, grimaced as he gave the order.
His subordinates, despite their injuries, followed his orders and removed the masks from the corpses. Then they saw familiar faces, one after another.
“They’re our own people!”
“This one seems to be from the White Jade Alliance, and so is this one.”
“I know him. He’s one of the Pope’s men.”
“This one is also one of ours.”
“…”
The cries of surprise made the leader’s heart sink. He looked around. Not only had two of the ninth-rank mages he had brought died, but there were also three of their own people among the corpses.
This meant that all the traitors who had joined the Abyss’s attack were dead, but they hadn’t been able to distinguish their auras.
They had lost five ninth-rank mages in this battle.
The good news was that the Pope and the White Jade Alliance had also suffered losses. The Pope had lost two ninth-rank mages, and one had escaped with severe injuries.
The White Jade Alliance had lost two old men who had died protecting someone.
“What about the Abyss and the Xiya Kingdom? How many did they lose?” The leader asked unwillingly.
“The Abyss… The Abyss only lost the old Werewolf King. We didn’t find any other bodies. Which means the Xiya Kingdom’s losses are zero.”
His deputy announced the results with a look of horror. This meant that the Temple of the Celestial God had become the biggest loser in this war.
The leader fell silent: “…”
He squatted on a rock, speechless. Since the chaotic battle began, they had been identifying friend from foe based on their auras, attacking with all their might.
Perhaps… they had also attacked their own people.
It was truly strange. What had gone wrong?
Why was the Abyss acting in unison with the Pope? And why did the Xiya Kingdom suffer zero losses?
“Sigh… Look on the bright side. At least we captured the second mine and weakened the Pope’s forces. It’s barely acceptable. I’ll contact Her Majesty now. You guys guard the mine.”
The leader sighed deeply and chose to face reality.
He couldn’t imagine how the Empress would react upon receiving this news. This was a huge mistake, an unacceptable loss.
Of course, another important reason for this heavy loss was that they lacked the reinforcements that could have decided the outcome.
Because of the distraction caused by the “fireworks,” many of their comrades were busy hunting down those miners across the Empire. The high command was troubled.
They hadn’t expected this move to be so crucial. They had fallen for Kailun’s trap.
The Xiya Kingdom was the only one that had suffered zero losses in this entire war. He couldn’t accept it, and neither could the Empress.
He had heard that Kailun was holding a grand wedding today. It seemed like a diversion.
“Your Majesty, the battle for the second mine has ended. Under your wise leadership, we fought bravely and ultimately achieved victory. Everyone fought fearlessly, and at the cost of five casualties, we killed six enemies and injured countless others. We have successfully intimidated all our enemies, causing them to flee in terror. We are currently stationed at the second mine, but the remaining men are all seriously injured and can’t hold out for long. We request reinforcements!”
The leader reported to the Empress, skillfully using his words to deflect some of the blame.
He knew that if he dared to take responsibility, even if he didn’t die, he wouldn’t be in a good situation.
So the best way was to spin the defeat into a victory. This was his only chance of survival.
But the reality was probably that the enemy had retreated in an orderly manner, while they had pursued them in a chaotic mess.
Soon, the leader received a reply from the Empress. The content was simple, just six dots.
Empress: “……”
……
“Koya, don’t die! Koya!”
Paul, who had escaped with his life, shook Koya’s body. If it weren’t for her taking a hit for him, he would probably be dead.
Sensing Koya’s weakening aura, Paul felt a pang of sadness.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I made a mistake.”
Koya, coughing up blood, caressed Paul’s face. In her final moments, she chose to confess. “To have you all to myself, I sent a sixth-rank mage to assassinate Harry. I’m sorry. I just wanted to have you. Unfortunately, I probably won’t survive tonight.”
She looked down at the large wound on her chest, her eyes dimming.
Her ninth-rank physique prevented her from dying instantly, but the special attack from another ninth-rank mage made it difficult for her to heal.
“!!!”
Paul was stunned by Koya’s words. He quickly threw her to the ground and cursed, “You vicious woman! I misjudged you! If anything happens to Harry, I will tear your body into ten thousand pieces!”
After saying that, Paul ran towards Harry’s location without stopping.
“Cough… But it’s too late…”
Koya laughed miserably. She suddenly felt ridiculous.
She had sacrificed so much, even her life, but in the end, she was still no match for an old man.
But the good news was that the assassin she had sent had already set off this morning. Even if Paul rushed back now, it would be too late.
She felt a sense of satisfaction. If there was a hell after death, she would definitely haunt Harry. And when Paul went to hell, she would violate Harry right in front of him.
It would be worth it.
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