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The Citizens were filled with joy but the nobles were filled with fear.

“How dreadful. The young calf is now a tiger no one can underestimate.”

A short and stout man twirled the glass filled with a red amber liquid as he observed everything that was happening from a VIP lounge in the church.

Around him, nobles murmured in hushed tones, their ranks noticeably thinner after a number of them had been discreetly escorted away by nuns to an unknown destination.

They all had the distinct feeling that they would never see those people again.

“He is a dragon, Duke Hermes.” A white-haired veteran in uniform allowed himself a thin smirk, his weathered face lined by battles long past.

“You are right, Duke Highland. A noble dragon.” Duke Hermes tone was filled with respect.

Duke Hermes and Duke Highland. Two of the three current giants of Lustburg were observing the situation with an amused glint.

They had personally witnessed how Sol progressively changed from a beginner who only knew how to wield an executioner blade to a cunningly sharp politician that could use everything at his disposal, even himself, if judged necessary.

“Still, to think terrorists would dare to attack Lustburg on this day. They are quite daring.” 

Hermes commented idly. As a merchant with an intuition that bordered on precognition, Hermes had long since understood that opposing Sol was nothing but a fool’s errand and this was when Sol had yet to reach the Duke Realm.

In his eyes, the current Sol was not unlike a sleeping disaster, a walking calamity and a predator that should not be disturbed.

“They are not daring. Only foolish and now they incurred the wrath of a dragon.”

“But are they really that foolish? What did they expect to accomplish? No matter what, the prince is now at the King Realm. Only someone at the same level of power could even hope to affect him. Why sacrifice carefully trained assassins and other such chess pieces now of all time?”

This was the only thing that left Hermes bewildered. 

Sure, a few terrorist attacks would break the mood and might even have a few casualties if things weren’t handled well.

But, even if it was callous to admit, the death of a few hundred or even a few commoners was nothing particularly important in the grand scheme of things.

{There is no need to be uneasy. I might have an idea about what is happening.}

A whisper reached the two dukes. 

The two dukes stiffened imperceptibly. Their gazes did not waver, their expressions remained the same, yet both men understood that the voice echoing in their ears was no idle phantom.

Sol Luxuria. 

They knew that the prince was now immensely stronger than he was before the start of the war. But this kind of small display always renewed their understanding of his might.

They also understood that it was a form of warning. A way to tell them that he could monitor everyone and that nothing could stay hidden from him.

{This not something you should concern yourself with. Just enjoy the day and my wedding. I will be quite unhappy if the gift aren’t to my liking.}

The voice stopped, leaving two Dukes that were too stunned to speak.

***

While intrigue and scheme abounded, one important fact remained, this day was the wedding day of a Cursed witch and a Blessed prince.

But while the Blessed prince thwarted the attempt and fought against the enemies both hidden and in the open, where was the cursed witch?

Well… The Cursed Witch was facing what could be perhaps one of the most dangerous situations of her life.

“My dress is too tight.”

Horror and damnation. 

The four witches, Ambrosia and La Bella, the President of the witch Association.

The six highest ranked Witches in Salem. Women whose renown needed not to be said and had enough power to decimate entire kingdom.

Those six women were now speechless and powerless. Facing a problem beyond their understanding.

“What if we use a spell to adjust it? Surely you must have some household type spells, right?” Kali proposed with a soft voice but immediately closed her mouth when Freya glared at her with murder filled eyes.

“Are you crazy!?” This dress was created after we mixed in dozens upon dozens of protection spells and high materials. 

“No need to shout at me. I am not the one who messed up.” Kali sulked and ducked down.

But Freya had already lost interest in arguing with her. “Let’s call Milaris, now!”

Freya started firing order to everyone present. Not even Ambrosia was spared.

As for the cause of the current predicament, Medea, she could only give a sheepish smile.

“I am sorry. I did not imagine this would happen now.”

The fierce expression on Freya’s face immediately vanished and she started massaging Medea’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry. You are skinny very well. Don’t frown, it will affect your makeup.” She then addressed their green haired sister. “Persephone, how is the makeup session going?”

“Pretty good. I had to do a few modifications because of her sudden changes. But she is beautiful enough.”

“Perfect. Perfect. What is the situation outside? Everything under control?”

This time, it was La Bella who answered, “The fairy Sheherazade, Isis and Lilin worked out the situation. Sol didn’t even have to lift a finger.”

“I also deployed many witches in disguise. Nothing will…”

“Don’t you ever dare finish that sentence.” Kali started to interject but Freya immediately clamped her lips shut.

Pinching the lips of the poor girl, she asked with a glacial smile. “Aren’t you the one always going on about planting flags and so on? What the hell are you doing now?”

Kali immediately raised her hands in surrender and Freya released her.

“I was just trying to make a joke.” Kali massaged her red lips with a pout, “Why the hell are you even bossing us so hard? One would think you are the one getting married.”

Freya shrugged as she arranged the flowers on the stand.

“You know how important this wedding is. Not just for our sister. But for our race as a whole. This will be the first steps to erase the history of war and blood between us and human. Witches will once again be accepted in society and will even integrate with humanity.”

Kali stopped whining. In moments like this, she remembered that Freya was the first Witch to have followed Ambrosia.

Despite her appearance, she was the oldest of the four Directions and the one who witnessed all the history of the witches.

“It isn’t like no witches ever married, right?” Kali asked.

“You are right.” She gave a bitter smile, “But it will be the first marriage that doesn’t end in a tragedy.”