The Grand Bell of Goldaria tolled five times. Not four or six but five.
A number that would be forever etched into the annals of history and Rei's personal nightmares.
With each clang, a new wave of cheers erupted across the capital, followed immediately by mass confusion, explosive political debates, and the most chaotic wedding reception the continent had ever seen.
But none of that mattered right now because Duke Reinhardt von Edelweiss, now unofficially and accidentally officially married to five obsessive women, was currently being bridal-carried by a berserk dragon girl who insisted on being the first to "consummate their eternal union"—with flames coming out of her mouth in excitement.
"PUT ME DOWN, DRAKANA! I'M NOT A FIREPROOF STUFFED ANIMAL!"
"You're my husband now, Reirei~! I have rights!"
"You have fire breath, not rights!"
