After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

If an ordinary alien can extract 10 units of magic from one unit of magic residue, then a demon can easily extract hundreds of units of magic.

After all, demons are a race with an extreme affinity for magic. Compared to demons, the affinity of elves is as absurd as a group of infants trying to outmuscle adults.

Once the demon servants fully obtain the magical remnants from the eastern mines, it becomes possible to use those remnants to directly assimilate half, or even the entire Roman Empire, turning them all into demons.

But the demon servant also knew that this was only in theory.

Although the parish's "God of Light" was a usurper, he is now a genuine believer in God—and as such, he naturally knows how to prevent the corruption of demons.

Although his actions were absurd even to the demon servants, at least the parish invasion should no longer be on the agenda.

"If the entire Roman Empire has a power of 10, then the parish has 8 points of power... After inheriting all the wealth of St. Petersburg, the parish possesses unfathomable wealth, and now it even has divine magic that can directly utilize corpses—a terrifying enemy. Perhaps the first thing we demons will do after descending into this world is to drag the God of Light down with us."

The demon servant muttered something; he was just one step away from the eastern mine... He should be able to get what he wanted, he should.

............

On the other side, Constantinople.

When Yang Hao opened his eyes, what came into view was Teresa's smooth back and shoulder blades.

Last night, for some reason, Teresa was unusually excited and energetic. It seemed that when she was with Fin and Naruja, she had inadvertently done something... which led to Yang Hao, who was hiding under the covers last night, suffering the consequences.

He wasn't quite sure why Theresa had said last night she wanted to do it under the covers, making them both all sticky with sweat... but since the cute little kitten wanted it that way, so be it.

As Yang Hao reached out from behind and rubbed Theresa's lower abdomen, planning to take a shower later to prepare for the upcoming wedding, Theresa woke up because of his actions.

She turned over, and the two of them just stared at each other in silence.

The young nun smiled, then hugged the man who was to become her husband that day, kissing Yang Hao's forehead as she said, "This morning, they will officially become husband and wife."

"But even with the threat from the north looming, we still have to prepare for the wedding... Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that we truly deserve it, and that everyone at Bayer Zone genuinely needs a stable future to look forward to, perhaps we should just cancel the wedding altogether?"

The little nun muttered to herself as Yang Hao breathed on her chest, glancing at the other bed, which was still wet.

Although [Light] hasn't responded to her yet, it seems she still needs to cast more divine spells on Yang Hao...

Otherwise, the little nun really suspected that Yang Hao might suddenly fall ill and never recover. Really.

"But our wedding is actually quite simple, isn't it? We just need everyone to witness it, then we'll exchange vows, and finally toss a wreath to see which lucky person will find a good partner to marry according to their own wishes... But Teresa, do you really want me to skip the vow of 'I will only love you'?"

"No need. Our relationship doesn't need any witnesses or guarantees from others. And no one is qualified to be a guarantee."

"Isn't your [Light] enough?"

Yang Hao asked with great curiosity, which made the devout nun curl her lip in disdain:

"That lazybones who's been eating and sleeping all this time? Humph... He's no good either, I'm telling you!"

What an overbearing nun! She doesn't even show the slightest respect for her own God. It's hard to imagine what kind of personality the children raised by this nun will have.

Yang Hao smiled helplessly, got up and put on some looser clothes. He and Teresa went into the next room and washed each other's bodies in the hot bath that the maids had prepared.

The maids followed them into the room after they entered the bathroom. After another noisy change of the sheets, they quickly prepared the traditional Bayer Zans wedding attire for the newlyweds that morning, and made special adjustments to the bodice of Teresa's white wedding dress.

After all, their mistress had a rather good figure. This dress, which was too big for the elf Fen, might make Theresa feel suffocated—so the servants naturally had to take care to avoid embarrassing their mistress.

"But Her Majesty Basilisk and Caesar have such a good relationship... Sometimes when I'm on night watch outside, ready to do my job, I can hear Her Majesty Basilisk screaming..."

“That’s a good thing. Who wants our Emperor and Empress to be arguing every day?” Another older maid rolled her eyes and adjusted the bodice of her pure white wedding dress slightly. “But then again… have you heard? Caesar’s adopted daughter seems to have come too… I just hope that Baselisa and that adopted daughter can get along better, otherwise it might damage their family relationship…”

"Adopted daughter? That makes sense... After all, she's not her biological daughter, and Her Majesty Basilica has never met her... It's hard to imagine how they can get along."

"It all depends on Lord Caesar's skills. It also depends on the efforts of Baselisa and that prince..."

The maids chattered and soon stood on both sides of the door, waiting for their two masters to finish bathing and change their clothes, while also figuring out how to complete their next task.

Meanwhile, at Anna and Natalia's residence, they spent the night in their room at the Purple Palace. Although it wasn't as comfortable as Gaparia's, this close proximity to familiar people's living spaces made them feel more relaxed and happy.

But then again... Natalia kept thinking about what happened last night.

There is no doubt that Natalia's joy and excitement upon hearing that Bayerzs would become a polygamous country was genuine.

Conversely, after realizing her own feelings of joy at finally finding a loophole in someone else's husband, Natalia inevitably fell into self-loathing.

She wasn't the kind of woman who was very open-minded. In her view, normal couples should indeed be monogamous—although even in the Roman Empire, few people followed this system, the law was the law after all, not to mention that Natalia was the chief judge responsible for upholding the imperial law.

And now...

(A presiding judge is ecstatic about being able to exploit a legal loophole... Sigh. I'd rather be dead.)

She covered her face, waiting for Anna to come out of the room, while letting out a heavy sigh in her heart.

Natalia felt like she was facing a difficult choice.

Firstly, she must choose between upholding her own moral bottom line and her inner aversion to pursuing Yang Hao, or rather... even with legal permission, she must consider her own moral bottom line and refrain from pursuing him.

Secondly, she simply abandoned some of the moral principles she held dear... After all, pursuing happiness is human nature, and besides, it's legal! How could she give up this opportunity and then regret it later?

Natalia felt incredibly conflicted. Should she choose morality, or abandon some aspects of it?

She was very distressed... and it was during this time of distress that Anna appeared.

The princess, dressed up beautifully for her godfather's wedding celebration, stepped forward and snuggled into Natalia's arms for a while before saying she wanted to go out with Natalia.

"Sigh... I know. My little princess..." Natalia nodded with a troubled expression. "But later, the person you'll be calling 'Mom' won't be me, okay?"

“But didn’t Daddy say… that men in this country can have many wives?” Anna blinked, looking at Natalia with innocent eyes. “Why can’t Mommy Natalia be Daddy’s wife?”

"because..."

"because?"

Natalia opened her mouth, but suddenly realized that she really didn't seem to have any reason to defend her cowardice.

After all, morality... Speaking of morality, no matter how modest Natalia is, she has to admit that her morality is among the highest in Roman's eyes—but what's the use of such morality?

Don't those barbarians still do whatever they want? Their own arrogance sets absolutely no example, and even if it did, they have no intention of adhering to it... Moreover, from a moral standpoint, although polygamy seems wrong, but... but...

What should Anna do if she is bullied by Her Majesty Theresa?

Natalia stroked Anna's hair. She sighed heavily, realizing that, morally speaking, her choice might be understandable...

And the law goes without saying...

His Majesty Yang Hao has openly and legally declared the legitimacy of polygamy... In other words, everything he wants to do is legal: under a polygamous system, it is indeed reasonable and in accordance with the rules for a woman to pursue a married man...

...in other words...

Is it okay for me to pursue my own happiness? Can I really do this? Can I really openly and honestly pursue the husband of a country's emperor...?

Am I... really worthy of it now?

Natalia was speechless. She had already realized that the focus of her thoughts had long since shifted from the question of "should I do this?" to the question of "am I worthy to do this?"

...She had convinced herself, but was it actually possible to do it?

Natalia recalled her expertise in law.

Perhaps... she should first secure a respectable and convincing position in the Bayerzans Empire, complete it properly... and then perhaps pursue His Majesty.

After all, if I continue to be this... this weak, what will happen?

Perhaps happiness will never come to me?

...She hugged the little princess in her arms, whom she had been caring for as her daughter.

“Anna…I swear, I will be your mother,” she murmured softly.

There was no longer any confusion in those green eyes.

............

At 10:00 AM sharp, in King's Square, Constantinople.

Yesterday's celebrations hadn't even ended, and today, their royal family's celebrations have begun once again.

It's not just the joy of Her Majesty Theresa Barthelza marrying Lord Caesar Yanghao that's so special; more importantly, on this solemn day, many nobles and couples who have already made plans are also preparing to hold their weddings and become legally recognized husband and wife.

The celebrations resumed once more. Meanwhile, in front of the ruins of the cathedral in Constantinople, as Mother Teresa prepared to make her appearance, she gazed at the still-unreconstructed church and sighed with a twitching smile:

"Because I'm currently the only nun who knows the magic of light, I'll not only be presiding over the nobles' weddings, but also my own?! What kind of nonsense is this? What kind of newlywed wife has to ask her husband for vows, make her own vows, and then witness others' vows...?"

“But this is a special case, isn’t it?” Finn shrugged while sipping her juice. “Besides, you really look beautiful today, Teresa—a white wedding dress and a white veil. If there’s anything wrong with it, it’s probably that the dress lacks your special embellishments.”

"But the problem is that this is the best wedding dress we've found in Constantinople—and it's a tradition of our country! A tradition!"

"Alright, alright. I don't care."

"Actually, you just think that you can't fit into my clothes."

Theresa rolled her eyes, and in front of Finn, she slapped her chest hard. The petite elf visibly darkened.

Ever since she realized that this horny, repressed blonde sparrow was secretly using magic to observe her and Yang Hao's nightlife, Theresa's anger towards Finn has increased several levels.

No one wants their private life to be spied on—but on second thought, even if Finn is observing with a "learning" attitude... can she really observe anything useful that she can learn from?

That's impossible, isn't it?

Theresa muttered to herself, glancing down at the tightly wrapped bodice of her wedding dress, then sighed heavily, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at Finn.

Fen raised her eyebrows sharply:

"Let me make this clear first—men don't necessarily like big ones."

“But I also have to make it clear to you—Yang Hao likes big things.” Theresa chuckled coldly, looking at the exasperated elf without feeling any pressure whatsoever.

"...Theoretically speaking, men won't always prefer larger sizes..."

“But he likes big ones.” Theresa shrugged, checked that everything needed for the wedding ceremony was in place, and then had her maids help her adjust her veil, ignoring Finn’s mutterings.

"When you get old and lose your looks, who knows when or where that extra weight will become a disadvantage..."

“But he just likes big ones.” Theresa twisted her body, deliberately showing off her beautiful and voluptuous figure in front of Finn.

This silenced the elf completely.

She glanced at Theresa's figure, where she couldn't see her toes when she looked down, and then at her own figure, where she could see her toes clearly when she looked down.

She recalled the scenes she had spied on before—if Theresa hadn't swallowed the food and had let it fall, it could easily have stained her clothes.

And what about yourself?

Finn imagined the entire process of the juice dripping directly from her chin to her feet.

"...Can't you say something else?!"

She broke down. She glared angrily at the nun, her clenched teeth making her look like a tantrum-throwing high school student.