The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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Upon entering the main hall, Leon's gaze immediately fell upon Philippa.

Philippa wore a floor-length white wedding dress, sparkling crystal teardrop earrings, and her long silver hair was tied up with a white silk headband, but a few strands still fell across her forehead.

It's beautiful, absolutely gorgeous.

After completing the usual procedures and waiting for the painters in the hall to finish their paintings, Leon took Philippa's hand and led the original group back the way they came.

Philippa's hands were cold, just like Helena's, but Helena's hands were a little longer and more slender.

Helena's hands are always cold, probably due to her melancholy, while Philippa's hands are always cool, because of her vampire status.

That's how vampires are; as described in poetry, they have cold bodies and passionate hearts.

They are cold-blooded, but not heartless.

Throughout the journey, Leon and Philippa barely spoke, their exchanges limited to polite phrases like "please" and "thank you."

How embarrassing.

So this is what marriage is like.

Maybe it's because he doesn't like me.

Maybe it's because she doesn't like me.

Leon and Philippa thought to themselves.

Leon quickly returned to the palace via a convenient passage.

Inside the palace, the wedding cars had already been prepared.

After Leon helped Philippa into the carriage, he himself mounted a handsome white horse.

However, a small incident occurred while driving: Kassa Ling insisted on replacing the coachman and driving the carriage herself.

In the end, Fitcher compromised and replaced the coachman.

Soon, the wedding procession, led by the groom on a white horse, appeared in Prague's Grand Square, accompanied by loud music.

The motorcade stopped in front of a 30-meter red carpet in the center of the square. Leon dismounted, lifted the carriage curtain, and helped his beautiful bride down from the carriage.

This was Philippa's first time leaving the Thorn Forest and venturing into the outside world.

She knew there was sunshine in the world, but when she actually saw it, she instinctively felt afraid.

She knew that the only living beings in the outside world were humans, and now that she was being watched by so many humans, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

According to professors and experts in human psychology, this condition is probably called social anxiety.

Philippa realized she had social anxiety.

Her only support now was Leon, who was standing beside her, so she clung tightly to his arm.

Is this Philippa's first time seeing the outside world?

When Leon noticed that the arrogant and cunning Blood Princess beside him was actually trembling and clinging to him, he suddenly found it a little funny, but he quickly suppressed his laughter.

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

Leon reassured him, saying he was referring to Night Talk.

“I’m not afraid at all. Besides, I speak Fitchman’s official language.”

Philippa puffed out her delicate little face slightly and replied in Festering English.

On the red carpet, countless fireworks burst forth, and countless balloons were released into the sky. Leon, arm in arm with Philippa, walked together down the thirty-meter-long red carpet and entered the church.

Inside the church, the musicians played their hearts out, while countless court painters were frantically busy. In this world without photography, the only way to record momentous events was through painting.

At the very top of the church, beneath the enormous statue of the goddess of justice, Pope Philomena, dressed in black and white and wearing a holy wreath, and Caesar, in a golden royal robe, stood up together as Leon and Philippa approached.

Below the auditorium stood Leon, also dressed in a formal suit. Leon looked at Leon, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile, as cunning as ever.

Below Caesar and Philomena was a platform, upon which stood the master of ceremonies, holding a sacred text, who presided over the wedding ceremony.

A young priestess approached Leon, holding a diamond-encrusted box in her hand. As she opened the box, a wisp of sandalwood incense wafted out.

Inside the box was a pair of rings, the gemstones on which emitted a dreamy blue hue, as if they were truly flowing like seawater.

As the ring box was opened, the master of ceremonies' solemn voice rang out, "Mr. Leon Hoyle, do you take this woman to be your wife, to love her, to cherish her, to be faithful to her, until death do you part, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, until the day you die?"

"I am willing."

Leon paused for a moment, then replied.

He took off the ring closest to him, gently took Philippa's left hand, and carefully placed it on her ring finger.

After the ring was put on, the master of ceremonies asked Philippa the same question again.

After exchanging rings, the couple is supposed to kiss, as is customary.

kiss……

Leon and Philippa looked at each other at the same time, their eyes met, and then they quickly looked away, both blushing.

In the end, to complete the wedding, Leon kissed Philippa on the lips.

Leon had only intended to make a symbolic touch to Philippa's lips, but unexpectedly, when their lips met, Philippa took the initiative to hug Leon's waist and demanded more, which ended up being a long, drawn-out kiss that lasted for more than ten seconds.

After the kiss, the master of ceremonies left, and it was the Pope's turn to speak. After a brief prayer, the Pope, disguised as Emperor Caesar, began his address.

However, when Emperor Caesar was halfway through his speech...

Suddenly, a voice reciting poetry interrupted Caesar's speech.

"The flame is cold,"

Ice is scorching hot.

I can't tell what's real and what's fake.

It lies dormant in my powerless dreams.

The sound was distant, as if it came from afar.

The sound was clear, as if it were right next to me.

Everyone's eyes searched, trying to find the person who recited the poem.

Only Pope Philomena and Emperor Caesar's expressions turned ugly after hearing the hymn.

"Klein, you have some nerve."

Caesar's cold voice, tinged with anger, echoed throughout the auditorium.

"After wandering for three hundred years, I have returned—my dear Emperor."

At the entrance of the auditorium, a man wearing a half-height woven straw hat, about 1.8 meters tall but very thin, with a handsome face and a gold-rimmed monocle over his left eye, looked gentle and unassuming, and smiled at Caesar on the podium.

"Heh, no wonder you dared to come alone. When did you become an angel?"

Caesar glanced at Klein and then scoffed.

"As expected, we've been fooled! The wedding was just a ruse; Emperor Fchester had been in cahoots with the vampires all along."

Outside Prague's Grand Square, at a banquet, someone angrily smashed their wine glass on the ground, staining the granite floor blood red with vibrant red wine.

Then, the person who smashed the cup began to swell up, and skin that was not human appeared. Then, horns, scales, wings, and a tail grew, and the body instantly became tens of meters long.

"dragon!"

"It's a dragon!"

"A dragon has infiltrated!"

In Prague's Grand Square, the crowd in Guberland screamed in terror. The once orderly and peaceful wedding instantly descended into chaos.

"Klein..."

Kasali, who was standing guard at the entrance of the auditorium, looked at the frail-looking man in front of her and her voice suddenly became hesitant.

"I've heard that Miss Kassalin has never married in the past three hundred years."

Klein's gaze fell on Kasharin's fair face, his eyes gentle.

"Are you very proud?"

Kassa Ling's eyes were red.

"No, I just wanted to tell you, don't wait anymore, it's not worth it."

Klein smiled slightly, then brushed past Kassalin and entered the auditorium.

"Your Holiness, let's go."

Kasharin ignored Klein; she had her own mission: to protect Philippa.

Before Philippa could even figure out what was happening, Kassalin pulled her from Leon's grasp. Then, their figures vanished quickly, starting with their legs and ending with their heads, as if a painting had been erased by an eraser.

This is the power of the vampire "Night," called—Secret. One of the titles of the vampire queen is the Lord of Secrets, who manipulates illusion within reality.

"Philomena, he's in your hands now."

"That's what Caesar replied."

"Ah."

Philomena nodded expressionlessly.

An angelic-level battle is about to take place here.

Leon felt he had to escape quickly, or he would surely die. Caesar on the stage seemed so unfamiliar; he appeared emotionless and didn't care about his life or death at all.

"Brother, come with me."

In the chaos, Leon, who was also in the auditorium, rushed forward, grabbed Leon's sleeve, and yanked it hard.

Then Leon felt a sudden difficulty breathing and entered the spirit world.

P.S.: The next volume will be the last volume; the series is almost over.

Volume Four: The Rebellion of the Three Kings

Chapter One: The Secrets of the Royal Family

This is Leon's second time entering the spirit world.

This place felt to Leon like an ocean without water or sunlight.

Leon remained vigilant towards those strange and ugly spirit creatures, trying hard not to be curious.

Because if we learn more about these organisms, we might become contaminated.

"Are you a demigod?"

After entering the spirit world, Leon used a kind of sealing artifact that allowed him to roam freely in the spirit world to maintain his life activities. However, he discovered that Leon, who was beside him, was still able to move freely in the spirit world, which had no air.

Diamond-level demigods can temporarily get rid of their dependence on oxygen, but they still cannot completely get rid of oxygen; they can go a maximum of one day without oxygen.

"Ah."

Leon knew he couldn't hide it any longer, so he simply confessed.

"Brother, you are indeed not as harmless as you seem on the surface."

Leon grinned.

Six months ago, Leon was a mithril-level mage, but now he has become a demigod.

How could someone advance from Mithril level to demigod in just six months? Based on Leon's understanding of Leon, Leon could never be that kind of genius.

So there's only one reason: Leon has long been a demigod. Over the years, he has been hiding his strength, and it's very likely that Leon's strength is no less than Hebrew's.

"I knew it! Like father, like son. It seems you, my royal brother, are no pushover either."

Leon laughed. The sealing artifact he used was a cloak, and by wearing it, he seemed to be able to distort the rules within a certain area.

"Why did you save me? You just ignored me and let me die in the chaos of the angels. Wasn't that exactly what you wanted?"

Leon said coldly.

"What are you saying? You're my only brother."