The Protagonists of Romance Fantasy Novels Have Escaped - Chapter 168



168 – 168. The Wedding Maker (2)

After the utterly unconventional “Please give me your daughter” event,

Edanant once again performed the same event.

“Please give me your daughter!”

To marry the saintess, he needed permission from the leader of the Holy Kingdom. Thus, Edanant expressed his desire to welcome the saintess as his partner while simultaneously obtaining permission to marry the imperial princesses.

I will marry the second and third princesses of the empire.

And I also wish to marry the first saintess of the Holy Kingdom.

No matter how gentle a person may be, it was an outrageous demand that could only provoke furious outrage. Not only had he been caught with a three-legged stool, but he also wanted to marry all three at once.

However, upon hearing Edanant’s request, Boern burst into a hearty laugh and nodded his head.

“I understand. This must also be the will of the One True God.”

“Is that really so?”

“Isn’t it true that Prince Edanant and Saint Jeblinne love each other sincerely? I believe that alone is enough.”

“…….”

I braced myself for a slap with holy water.

I was even prepared for my skull to be cracked with a Bible.

Despite the womanizer standing before him, Boern maintained his generosity. In the face of such benevolence from the Sovereign, Edanant found himself unconsciously hesitating to convert.

“Who is your daughter? I have a father of my own, you know.”

“Your Majesty is her guardian and protector. And you’ll meet the family later.”

“Hmph…! You’re so overzealous.”

“I think so too.”

As Boern watched Edanant and Jeblinne bicker, he displayed a great joy, believing it to be a fated connection ordained by destiny.

The First Saint, feeling bashful from the Sovereign’s heartfelt congratulations, blushed and fluttered her plump lips.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I would like to know how this connection came to be.”

“Of course.”

There was no need to hide it.

He was someone who knew all the ins and outs.

Edanant invited Boern to take a seat and sat down himself.

Knowing the conversation would be lengthy, he asked a maid in the reception room for refreshments for three.

“I met Jeblinne on the battlefield when she was serving as an apprentice priestess, and I was active as a member of the Saint’s party.”

“The battlefield… that must have been during the outbreak of the Racial War.”

A battlefield filled with blood and screams.

It was there, in the war-torn land soaked in iron and blood, that we first met.

At that time, Jeblinne was an ordinary apprentice priestess from a small nation. Meeting her in that brutal battlefield, where survival and death were starkly contrasted, was a fateful attraction born from calamity.

Calamity draws people together.

Did not the divine presence of war say so when we faced each other on the Powder Keg Peninsula?

Though their meeting was orchestrated by the calamities of war and famine manipulating causality, both Edanant and Jeblinne were content. The brief encounter they had on the battlefield became a precious memory that could not be exchanged for anything else.

“You have found a good partner, First Saint.”

“Though he is a womanizer who gives me trouble every time.”

The saint replied with a haughty voice to the words of the sovereign.

At that, the man, completely branded as a womanizer, offered an awkward smile.

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Eda Nante, who had received permission to marry from the Emperor and the sovereign after a sudden raid on the Marquisate of Hoenberk, summoned Ludmila, Elizabeta, and Jeblinne to his office to convey a momentous message.

“I have something to announce.”

The beautiful saint and the princesses displayed strong anticipation.

It was clear they were to discuss the wedding plans scheduled for next year.

Where shall the wedding take place?

What will the date of the wedding be?

How shall we select the guests to whom we will send invitations?

With the Emperor, the leader of the Human Alliance, and the sovereign granting their blessing for the marriage, it was as good as confirmed. Surely, Eda Nante would not jeopardize the relationship between the Empire and the sovereign nation by calling off the wedding, so the interests of Ludmila, Elizabeta, and Jeblinne were solely focused on the wedding to take place next year.

Everyone invited to the wedding would surely come to celebrate.

And countless citizens who heard the news would shower them with flower petals and cheer in blessing.

March would be a lovely time.

The red dragon and the white dragon, along with the Empress of Death, simultaneously envisioned a happy fantasy.

“I will subdue Gael.”

Eda Nante’s voice, tinged with tension, cut through the air.

In response, Ludmila, Jeblinne, and Elizabeta cleared their throats, trying to calm their excited hearts.

“In one week, on the darkened new moon, I will attempt a usurpation.”

The time had come to pull the Earth Mother Gael from the throne of the One True God.

Usurpation.

He declared the rebellion with a firm voice.

Swoosh—.

In response, dark particles spewed forth, filling the office with a thick haze. It was the outpouring of their fervent emotions, as the time had come to tear apart the arrogant Creator who had oppressed them.

– “Let me and Ludmila take the lead! I will burn the filthy hypocrite to ashes!”

– “The time has come to bring down the hypocrite of the Celestial Realm.”

The scattered particles converged, forming the shapes of a three-headed dragon and fallen angels.

The monsters that revealed themselves expressed murderous intent with voices laced with hatred.

“What is this? Why do you look like me in such an unpleasant way?”

– “What a foolish question, Elizabeta. It is only natural for me to pursue beauty of absolute value.”

A beautiful woman with flowing golden hair revealed herself, her red eyes gleaming. She resembled Elizabeta so closely that it would be hard to distinguish her from the original if not for the difference in eye color—hers were a deep green.

The ashes of death.

The divine essence of the calamity god that had taken residence in the princess, channeled through the Demon King and the Saintess.

As a doppelgänger, strikingly similar to Elizabeta, appeared before them, Ludmila and Jeblinne widened their eyes in astonishment, clearly intrigued.

“Why is she taking on Liza’s appearance?”

“Perhaps it’s her personal preference. It seems the Third Princess has made quite an impression.”

It was understandable.

Elizabeta was a breathtaking beauty, rivaling the Saintess Beatrice.

The Earth Mother Gael had a peculiar obsession with beauty, selecting only the cutest and most beautiful girls to serve as her vessels. It seemed reasonable to think this was a similar taste.

-From the cursed land where the false era began, we draw out the hypocrites.

A girl with flowing red hair embraced Edanant’s neck and spoke to those gathered in the office.

The divine essence of the god of war.

The calamity god that had possessed Edanant.

Ludmila and Jeblinne, encountering her for the first time, showed signs of confusion.

“What’s going on! Get away from Edan! He’s going to be my husband!”

-That’s right! That foolish-looking man belongs to our Elizabeta!

Elizabeta revealed a sense of jealousy, stemming from her unease, at the girl’s actions as she clung to Edanant like an old lover. In response, the divine essence of death added its voice of protest.

Yet, despite such objections, the girl clung on like a sloth.

-Husband, huh… A trivial relationship born from impulsive lust.

“What?”

-Edanant and I are bound by absolute faith and favor, a master-servant relationship. A mere woman, satisfied only by lust and carnal desires, could never comprehend the noble bond between Edanant and me.

“Then go ahead and be pampered as much as you want! I—I will have Edanant’s child someday!”

Twitch—

At Elizabeta’s agitated outcry, the girl frowned, her face turning pale.

Noticing this, Edanant pressed down on the girl’s head with his hand, mediating the quarrel.

“The end of the world has begun anew. I have confirmed this fact by sending Belashiel.”

A foreboding gray hue emerged.

The gray of the end, appearing beyond the horizon, was slowly engulfing the world.

The cause must be eliminated.

The true culprit behind the world’s end was, of course, the Earth Mother Gael.

“The one true god must no longer exist. Ludmila, Jeblinne. Will you help me?”

He shatters the throne.

This meant to annihilate the existence of the one true god that dominated the present world.

It was a matter that completely transcended imagination.

Thus, it required immense courage to make a decision.

“Of course. Isn’t it to protect the world?”

“I will naturally help Ethan as well. Don’t ask me again as if it’s a surprise.”

It was a rebellion against the one true god, whose absolute faith was never doubted. Yet, Ludmila and Jeblinne accepted Edanant’s request without hesitation.

To protect the world.

And for the sake of a loved one.

In a rare display of unity, the bitter rivals, the Red Dragon and the White Dragon, stood together.

“Elizabeta. Please help me. I beg you.”

“Of course! I would have been really angry if you had left me out.”

Edanant extended his hand in request.

Elizabeta grasped his outstretched hand and let out a soft laugh.

‘The one true god should never have existed in the first place. The birth of a concept that should not exist marked the beginning of the world’s end.’

War.

Tyranny and famine.

And death.

All the calamities that Gael had tried to seal with every means and method had gathered.

It was time to bring down the one true god.

With the rampage of the calamities, the era of the one true god would meet its twilight where it all began.