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Time passed.
Charlotte had planned for the wedding to be a simple affair, since given the current circumstances, a grand ceremony would have been a mistake.
A nationwide event was out of the question, yet the wedding still carried immense significance. It would be both a declaration of a New Empire and a stark reminder that humanity was now subject to the Demon King’s reign.
The Gradias imperial family had submitted fully to the Demon King. The previous emperor had fled, and now Charlotte de Gradias, half-demon and the last heir of the Gradias family, was to become the Demon King’s bride as a symbol of this submission.
Similarly, Louise von Schwartz of the first principality of Kernstadt, would also wed the Demon King, signifying the submission of the Schwartz royal family to his rule.
Olivia Lanche, known as the Saintess of Purity, also shocked the world by abandoning her sacred vows to become the Demon King’s bride. The Holy Order was submitting itself to the Demon King as well. Moreover, her decision to marry a demon heralded the dawn of a new era, one where humans and demons would coexist in ways previously unimagined.
While the news that Harriet de Saint-Ouen would also be one of his wives might not have seemed as momentous to some, those familiar with her legendary feats on the battlefield understood its importance. The world’s most powerful mage had also chosen to become the Demon King’s bride.
With this union, a New Empire would be declared. And with it would come inevitable chaos. Whether or not this chaos led to prosperity, or something else entirely, it marked the beginning of yet another long chapter in history.
On the eve of the wedding, I found myself alone in my bedroom.
I needed solitude.
“…”
A bottle of whiskey sat on the table before me, taken from a display cabinet. Drinking on the eve of my wedding was madness, but I convinced myself it didn’t really matter. I could sober up whenever I wanted.
I reflected on the things I had lost. It seemed like just a few, but I couldn’t deny that I had lost something.
Effenhauser. Loyar. The people from the Rotary Club. They were guests who would never return, no matter if I won or lost. They could never be brought back.
Would they be happy if they saw me now?
I was lost in uncertainty.
I thought about all the things I didn’t understand. Vertus and Sabioleen Tana had vanished, and Shanapell and the Imperial Mage Corps had scattered to the winds.
Cristina, Ludwig, Anna, and Louis Ankton were nowhere to be found. I had no idea what had become of them. The Immortals had disappeared, yet the magic that created them was still in the world.
And then there was Antirianus.
I didn’t know if Antirianus...
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