Yun dar, Year 10001, March 24th. Capital City, Yun Empire. It had been almost one month sihe moal battle between Ad Linley. And in that time, all anyone could speak about were the happenings of said day. From the battle itself to the opening of the Necropolis of the Gods. But surprisingly, the topic most people spoke about, even if only on the down-low, was the weddiween Land Milianna, and more importantly, its hidden implications.

  In the War God’s newly built Temple, O’Brien marched outside with a vicious look on his face as the temperature in the surrounding area rose to unreasonable levels. It looked like he was in a hurry, but before he could set off, the High Priest suddenly appeared in front of him.

  “Catherine,” O’Brien scowled. “What are you doing here?”

  “Where are you going?” Catherine asked badifferently.

  “What does that have to do with you?” O’Brien snapped back, clearly not in the mood for socialising. “You may be strohan me, but you are far from qualified to intervene in my personal business.”

  “That may be true,” Catherine nodded, her voice just as calm as ever. “But let me warn yht now, if you try to attack Lahe night before his wedding, not only will I not support you, but I will also dissolve our partnership a you fend for yourself.”

  O’Brien didn’t respond. He simply gred at the beautiful deity in front of him, clearly still enraged, but thankfully, a hint of reason had returo his thinking.

  Seeing that, Catherine couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Truth be told, she looked down on this ally of hers. If not for the pressure the Pavilion pced on her and her Empire, she never would’ve agreed to ally with him. Unfortunately, without him, she could only face being quered.

  Not wanting to spend any more time in his presehan necessary, Catherine’s body suddenly disappeared, causing O’Brien to stand there alone and stew in his misery.

  “Lance, Ace, Milianna…” O’Brien growled as he turned in the dire of the newly established Gol Kingdom. “One day, I will show each of you a fate far worse thah!”

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  The day, the newly established City of Gol was a hubbub of otion. Today was the day the King and Queen of the Gol Kingdom would officially be ed, but more importantly, it was the day said King and Queen would get married.

  Despite having the eyes of everyone on the ti ohe air iy could only be called joyful and harmonious.

  It should also be hat this City of Gol wasn’t the same city that Cirulus had taken over inally on behalf of his young master. No, this was the area that had once housed the magicite mine.

  After officially ying cim to it, Ace had the area rehe City of Gol, but sidering it was called a city, it was unbelievably small. So small, in fact, that even calling it a vilge would be a stretch.

  In this so-called ‘City’, there were no more than 20 small and simple-looking cottages.

  After disc the secret pocket dimension, Ace decided he would transform the surrounding area into a pce where he, his friends, and his family would reside. Aside from them, due to the existence of the pocket dimension, those from the Pavilion, Baru, and the Rohault Empire would take up residehere.

  The citizens of the soon-to-be Gol Kingdom saw this City of Gol as something of a Holynd – even more so when Ace decred that any Gol citizen who mao break through to the saint realm would be allowed to relocate there as well.

  Still, even though there were usually very few residents, today, at the wedding and ation of the new King and Queen, there were a lot of people who had e to pay their respects, all of whom were men and women of signifit standing in the ti.

  Usually, with statuses such as theirs, they would be the main characters wherever they went, but today, each of them had been reduced to mere support characters as they watched the special day.

  Seeing Lan the stage, grinning from ear to ear as he stood across from a woman who, despite being a mortal, could already pare to the likes of Arianna and the High Priest, most could only sigh with a heart full of envy.

  Milianna could be described as a breathtaking, nation-toppliy on the worst of days, but today, in her fwless white dress, her beauty was something else. They may not have uood what Milianna saw in such a seemingly ordinairy man like Lance, but they did uand what Lance saw in her.

  Many thought that if they had the opportunity to marry such a beautiful woman, they too would do so, even if it meant offending a deity.

  As expected, the wedding and atio off without a hitch. The only thing of note was that despite what he had said a month prior, Beirut hadn’t made an appearance.

  After the ceremony cluded, the party was taken to a grand hall created solely for the purposes of today’s festivities.

  The mood during the party eaceful and joyous. Even though there were a few individuals who had deep flicts with one ahat day, they didn’t dare to show it and potentially ruin the mood.

  By the time night came, the party was already well underway. Every visitor who was going to make an appearance had long since done so; as such, Cirulus, who, despite having broken through to the saint realm, was the one who annouhe arrivals of the various gifts, had been told to stand down for the night so he could also enjoy himself.

  It was for that very reason this final guest was able to enter without the whole room being alerted. Even so, he was noticed by a few people.

  Those who noticed him had suddenly gone silent, simply staring i the bck-robed middle-aged man who calmly strolled through the hall.

  One by one, more and more people began to notice the man’s prese first, they didn’t uand why their friends had gone silent all of a sudden, but upon following the line of sight of their friend, they also acted in a simir way.

  Eventually, the hall quietened right down, many not daring to evehe loudly.

  Looking up, Milianna and Lance hurriedly stood to their feet to greet the te arrival. Only for the man to chuckle.

  “Please,” Beirut waved his hand. “Don’t let me disturb you. I’m sorry I came te, but getting my hands on your respective gifts took lohan I would’ve liked.”

  As he said that, Beirut produced two ste rings, one on each outstretched hand.

  “We ’t accept yifts, Lord Beirut,” Lance said hurriedly. “We’re just grateful for you grag our special day with your presence.”

  “You ’t accept?” Beirut frowned slightly. “Are you looking down on me?”

  Even though it was such a minuscule a, ohat didn’t even cause his aura to ge o, everyo fear grab hold of them.

  “No, of course not. It’s just ued,” Milianna replied gently as she took the tws, keeping one for herself and handing the other to her husband. “But since you, Lord Beirut, are willing to present us with gifts, then how could we possibly be so rude as to refuse them.”

  “Haha, delightful!” Beirut excimed whilst stroking his beard. “Now, ignore me, and please carry on.”

  Those present could only wat envy. Anything gifted by an expert like Beirut was bound to be pletely out of the ordinary. Still, they didn’t dare say or do anything other than stare with curiosity and envy whilst suppressing their greed.

  Lance, who was still pale and sweating from the thought of offendi, suddenly felt a gentle nudge from his side as a small but dainty haered his own.

  Looking over his shoulder, Lance saw the sweetest of smiles fag back at him.

  “Are you okay?” Milianna asked softly.

  “Mmh,” Lance smiled warmly back. “With you by my side, how could I, Lance Gol, be anything but happy?”

  Just moments ago, he felt fear for his life, believing that he had genuinely offehe most powerful existen their ti. He had faced many scary, life-threatening situations, but that was easily one of the scariest. A, despite the fear he felt, as soon as he met his wife’s gaze, all the fear he had previously felt seemed to dissolve. ‘I really am the luckiest man alive!’

  “Lance Gol?” Beirut asked curiously.

  It was uaiher he did it on purpose, or if he just happeo end up there, but after leaving the newly wedded couple, Beirut ended up by the table of Ace, Amira, Killian and the others.

  “Mmh,” Aodded calmly despite speaking to such a powerful existence. “Lance agreed to take our family name.”

  “Isn’t your name Gol D. Ace, and your mother’s name is Gol D. Milianna,” Beirut mentioned curiously. “How e Lance’s hen is Lance Gol and not Gol D. Lance?”

  Beirut’s question was ohat the rest of those present – or at least those who didn’t already know – were also curious about. This was already the sed time Lance had announced his new name – with the first being when he was saying his “I do”.

  Still, as curious as they were, they felt it was inappropriate to ask, but with Beirut being the oo ask, how could they not listen in?

  “The “D.” in our name is for Desdant or rather Direct Desdant,” Ace expined, not seeming to mind who heard. “Just like how Killian and Leona have taken our surnames without the “D.” if one marries intets adopted intol , they will only i the name Gol.

  But only those who are Direct Desdants of ol family and awaken ol Bloodline i ‘The Will of D.”.

  As he said that, a small and nostalgic smile appeared on Ace’s face, he never uood the meaning behind “The Will of D.” from his previous world, but it didn’t stop him from recreating it and giving it his own meaning in this life.

  “The Will of D. huh,” Beirut mused aloud, an intrigued and mysterious smile appearing on his face. “Hot.”

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