SHK CH 741: What does a wedding need? (Patreon)

Sol leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly as he stared at the ceiling. The wedding. His first official one.  A moment of joy. A sacred r

Sol leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly as he stared at the ceiling.

The wedding. His first official one. 

A moment of joy. A sacred rite. A public ceremony that would mark a new beginning—not just for him, but for Lustburg, and for the people.

But what made a wedding successful?

He tapped his fingers against the armrest, letting the question turn over in his mind. He was sure that there were many factors to consider, but the first one was clear. 

Security.

That was the first thing. Not just the physical safety of the guests, but the symbolic protection of the event. It had to be unshakable. No one would dare interrupt his wedding unless they had a death wish… and he meant that literally. The Witches were on full alert. The Air Space project would cover the skies above the venue. The Knights of Luxuria and the Crown’s Shadows would all be on duty.

And yet, it wasn’t enough to merely keep intruders out. Sol planned to erase all possibilities of his wedding even turning wrong. Even if he had to tire his soul out by observing the Thread of Destiny, he would leave no stone unturned. 

Outside of security, weddings needed something more.

Emotion.

A wedding had to mean something. It had to touch hearts. It had to be genuine. Not just a formality between a king and his queen, but a story the people could believe in. A moment they could carry with them. He didn’t want to put on a crown and smile like a puppet. He wanted to look Medea in the eye and feel like this was something real.

He wanted it to matter. Because it did. Medea was his first love, and though the list of women he considered his continued to grow, she still held an unshakable place in his heart. She was special in so many ways he could hardly describe them all, and he wanted her to know without a shadow of doubt that her position as the Witches' leader did not influence his feelings for her. 

Family.

Who would stand beside him? Lilith obviously would. In this world, only three members of the Luxuria family remained, and Lilith was the only senior. Though Lilith was only a homonculus and in reality was not related to him, the world did not need to know this. 

Camelia, too, would be beside him. No one else but her could officiate such a ceremony. 

Nent, perhaps. Kiyohime… maybe not at the altar, but present. That would be enough. He didn’t need everyone to forget the past, but he hoped they could share this one day, without claws, flames, or passive-aggressive stares.

He chuckled to himself. It was a miracle already that Nent and Kiyohime hadn’t fought.

And of course, there were Lilin, Setsuna, Isis, Milia, and so many more. Nobles like Athena Highland and others would also be invited, of course, but they were of no concern. 

The only thing worrying was how the wedding would proceed.

He didn’t know what Medea was planning. Like mystery wrapped in silk and shadows, his future bride was always a few steps ahead, always watching from behind a veil. Sometimes also peeping a little too much. But at this point, it was more a recurring joke than anything else. He was sure all his current girls found a way to peek one way or another at least once. 

Currently, he didn’t even know where his future wife was, but Sol was able to calmly assess his situation. He knew she would come. He didn’t need to question her loyalty. She had stood by him in ways no one else had. He just wished she’d at least give him a hint about her dress.

Would she go traditional? Bold? He could already imagine her smirk, teasing him just enough to fluster him but never enough to lose control. Then, once he stopped playing along, her smirk would change into a shy smile that would melt his heart. 

He was hopeless. Even after all this time, she still got to him. But this was how love was supposed to be, right? 

He chuckled. The next most important thing for this wedding was; 

Symbolism.

His expression grew serious. For all the love he had toward Medea, Sol was not so naive that he could readily ignore the advantages this union would bring. 

This wedding wasn’t just about love. It was political. Spiritual. Divine even. This wedding would certainly become part of his doctrine, and Medea would also be part of his Pantheon. 

He was a Prince marrying a Witch. A mortal approaching godhood, binding himself to a woman touched by the divine. It would set the tone for his future church, for the path ahead. The ceremony had to be perfect—not just extravagant, but meaningful and memorable. Every word. Every gesture.

It was a promise to the people. A promise to the goddesses. A promise to himself.

Sol stood and moved to the balcony of the Tower of Babel, overlooking the capital bathed in twilight. The golden roofs shimmered, and the temple spires stood tall against the dying light.

Standing so high, all the people below looked like mere ants to him. One thought was all he needed to eradicate all of them without even breaking a sweat. This was how far he had come. From the simple boy unable to handle mana because he hadn’t awakened yet, to someone on the doorstep of Godhood. 

It was exhilarating. It filled with heart with a feeling of pride that was transforming into greed. 

This entire Kingdom was is and soon this would extend to the entire world. Then all the realm and finally, this entire universe would one day repose in the palm of his hand.

“I look like some stupid villain preparing his megalomaniac plan.” He opened his arm wide, as if embracing the world, and took a deep breath.

Tomorrow, he would get his suit. Once again, he had zero worries. Arachne may act like someone who needed to get punched at least once. But she currently had his best interest at heart, and she was the greatest seamstress in the Mortal Realm. 

The day after, he would say his vows. It was funny how he had them written on paper. His memory was more than perfect, but he had to admit that he was getting slightly stressed. 

Once the vow ended and they officially became husband and wife, after that… perhaps, for the first time in a long while, he could afford to just breathe.

No conspiracy, no training, no plans, nothing. Just enjoying his honeymoon with his wife. 

Thinking of this, he smiled and went back to his chair. 

“Call Clara. We need to organize ourselves.”

They had more paperwork to do, and the sooner he finished here, the sooner he would be able to enjoy life with his wife.

Though he definitely needed to give Clara some vacation as well. The elf assistant had helped him greatly. Without her, Lustburg would be in a far worse situation. 

He could already imagine her refusing, but this time it wouldn’t be a request but an order. He couldn’t have his best administrator crumble on him now, could he? 

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