Wang Xiaole agreed to marry into the royal family and did not reject Lucia's proposal.

What kind of behavior is this?

It's openly playing both sides!

In the past, Wang Xiaole wouldn't have had the guts, but today he seems like a completely different person, playing with fire persistently.

The reasons behind this undoubtedly have to do with his current mindset.

Now, as a key figure in the wedding, Wang Xiaole can't possibly act lazy or sly as he usually does.

A person may not behave properly most of the time;

But they must always show exceptional performance in rare and crucial moments!

Clearly, Wang Xiaole is currently in a rare state that may not occur even once in an entire year.

He has cast all his worries aside and focused solely on examining his own heart, contemplating what he truly desires.

Since arriving in this alternate world, he hasn't had a clear goal;

Though he manages to solve troubles when they arise, he has never committed to anything wholeheartedly.

This aimless way of living, going with the flow without a plan, is clearly unsustainable.

So, Wang Xiaole has made a rare firm decision, swiftly setting a few small goals while the impulse within him remains strong.

Firstly: finding a way to reunite with his younger sister, and if she is still in the Celestial Empire, summoning her over using the teleportation array here.

Secondly: cherishing the girls he has encountered now, especially his disciple and Lucia, with whom he has developed sentimental feelings.

The term "cherish" here is a euphemism; to be straightforward, it means deciding to have "that kind" of relationship with the opposite sex.

When the number of opposite sexes one decides to "cherish" becomes more than one, there is a fitting term for this behavior: establishing a harem!

And commonly, this behavior is referred to as two-timing; the person who engages in such behavior is called a scumbag!

However, Wang Xiaole does not see himself as a scumbag, after all, he has undergone a gender transformation...

These far-reaching decisions were made by Wang Xiaole in an exceedingly short time; shortly after the decisions were cemented, Lucia held his hand and confessed on the spot.

And thus, the sentence that followed, akin to a thunderbolt, was uttered:

"I do!"

Those three words acted as a catalyst, further heating up the already fiery atmosphere on the scene.

The effect brought by those few words was that the onlookers, one by one, were left gaping, and Sister Glasses even dropped her "main body";

Most crucially, Isabella was also momentarily stunned, her eyes frozen, her mind blank.

The Queen was overwhelmed with a strong emotion!

The feelings that lingered in her mind were not anger, nor were they related to sadness, but rather they were feelings of being moved.

Yes, it was being moved!

Don't overlook this:

Isabella holds an almost blind trust towards her master, Wang Xiaole;

Due to their mentor-apprentice relationship, she often misinterprets his unconscious ordinary actions as having deeper meanings.

For example, the declaration with significant issues that Isabella just interpreted didn't mean what an ordinary person would understand.

Isabella tilted her head and, with her attractive lips shaped, whispered into the mentor's ear in a way that only he could hear:

"Master, are you very concerned about the hostages around you?"

"What hostages?"

Wang Xiaole was momentarily puzzled, finding it challenging to keep up with the thought process of this apprentice beside him.

"The hostages are the ordinary people in the venue. The master must be worried about them being taken hostage, which is why he reluctantly accepted the demon king's confession."

"No, it's not a case of coercion. I did it willingly..."

"What are you two whispering about?"

Before Wang Xiaole could even mention the word "willing," Lucia interrupted him.

In fact, Lucia had no idea what the two were discussing; she simply couldn't stand seeing a rival being so intimate with her beloved, so she took action to pull Wang Xiaole back, keeping him away from the rival.

As fate would have it, after Lucia pulled her beloved back, she also followed Isabella's earlier move and whispered:

"My dear, do you have any hidden motives for holding a wedding with that vixen?"

"What hidden motives?"

"Like that vixen threatened you, saying that if you don't submit to her yin influence, she will expel us from the capital."

"Xia, your imagination seems to be running wild? The truth is not..."

"There's no need for the master to waste time talking to the demon clan!"

Like a spinning top being toyed between two hands, Wang Xiaole was pulled back by an apprentice.

Wang Xiaole realized that Lucia and Isabella were very similar in many ways, especially in not listening well and overthinking. Clearing up the misunderstanding seemed impossible at this point.

Wang Xiaole could only watch as the situation became more complicated, being surrounded by the two women without being able to do anything meaningful.

But everything can be seen in a positive light: the current situation truly could be described as a "battlefield," yet not in the conventional sense of the term.

Thinking carefully, isn't there a point to this: in a typical battlefield, the focal person tends to act in a way to please both sides or to be opportunistic; and no matter how hard they try, they often end up with a "no man's land" outcome. Wang Xiaole didn't have such worries.

No matter if he agreed to the confession or did anything else, the two women never questioned him; until now, he had maintained an absolutely positive image in their minds.

Even if we use the metaphor of a "fire in the backyard," the roaring flames practically never touched him.

Considering this, Wang Xiaole should know: his situation wasn't all that bad.

*Cough!*

Sister Glasses noticed she was being ignored, so she let out an overly dramatic cough, causing the attention of the three pairs of eyes in front of her to return to her.

Sister Glasses followed the usual wedding procedure, emphasizing the next step:

"Regarding the two pairs of soon-to-be-wed couples, is there anyone present who is dissatisfied and intends to voice their objection? If so, please speak up now!"

Although Sister Glasses said these words, she was well aware deep down:

The process of identifying objectors was just a useless waste of time.

While the citizens of their country enjoyed spectacles, they were not keen on causing trouble;

And being at such an event, aside from exchanging pleasantries and adding some liveliness to the scene, there wasn't much else to do.

Sister Glasses knew that the courage to object to a wedding was something the citizens most likely did not possess;

This assessment couldn't be considered wrong, nor could it be deemed entirely correct.

In general, citizens wouldn't do such foolish things when they had their fill;

Yet, amidst the gathering, there was one witness who was unlike the rest of the citizens!

"I object!"

The girl who raised her hand and loudly expressed dissent was familiar to Wang Xiaole, she was Curyl.

Curyl was in love with Lucia.

As the third-ranked elder of the Senate of the magical beings, Curyl's willingness to serve as Wang Xiaole's attendant was largely to be near her senior (Lucia).

In other words:

If it weren't to catch a glimpse of her senior who might attend, Curyl wouldn’t have left the warm and cozy nest on such a cold day.

However, facing the physical cold, Curyl didn't come to the crowded, noisy venue just to experience a "Ice Age" in their heart.

The most beloved senior was about to get married?

What a joke, Curyl couldn’t allow that to happen.

Her solitary protest was inconspicuous in the crowd, but it was undeniably real.

Though Sister Glasses had the consciousness of being the emcee, she couldn't ignore the voice of the objector.

Just as Sister Glasses was troubled by the objector being a magical being, a figure made no sound as it approached Curyl from behind.

In the next moment, the shadow covered the nearby figure of Curyl.

"Magical beings should marry magical beings, humans should marry humans, crossing races... wail wail wail!"

At a moment when others weren’t paying attention, Curyl had her mouth covered by a pair of hands and was forcibly dragged away.

Although surrounded by people and vision unclear, Wang Xiaole still caught sight of the nun's habit worn by the figure in the previous moment.

By this distinctive feature, it wasn't hard to guess:

The companion of Lucia had personally intervened to eliminate the discordant voice.

Wang Xiaole believed in the way this companion handled things; Curyl's safety was without a doubt, there shouldn’t be any issues, perhaps just a temporary loss of freedom, but she would be released later.

Compared to Curyl, who was unlikely to be at risk, Wang Xiaole now focused mainly on the next step of the wedding ceremony:

"Now that the only objector has disappeared, we will consider it as no objections... moving on to the next stage, please let the groom and bride exchange tokens of love."

The tokens are symbols of affection.

For the two women who had already entered the wedding scene, the significance of this moment might be the competition between each other.

"Darling, this is for you."

Lucia handed over a seal, the proof of her identity as a Demon Lord.

Each of the "Seven Demon Lords" had their own seals, but when compared, each had subtle differences.

It could be said that Lucia's seal was one of a kind in the entire demon race.

Seeing her rival being so generous, Isabella also decided to go all in.

"Master, this is for you."

With one hand, Wang Xiaole took the Demon Lord's seal and later received the imperial seal.

Yes, it was the ancestral imperial seal passed down from the Dibiles family, valued no less than the ancestral jade seals of some countries in the Eastern Continent.

Of course, the imperial seal of the empire was also an invaluable treasure that could not be found elsewhere in the world.

The two women gave such precious tokens successively, which deeply moved Wang Xiaole.

But being moved alone was not enough; he had to give the two women something equally priceless.

What should he give?

After much contemplation, Wang Xiaole knew what he had to do and pursed his lips.