The Demon Castle was no longer a fortress. It was a stock exchange, a gambling den, a parliament riot, and a wedding expo all happening at once.
Nobles in gilded armor shouted over each other, waving sacks of bribes like they were auctioning goats. Ancient demon dukes flipped tables while arguing about dowries. Even the demon crows—the ones meant to deliver war proclamations—had resorted to pecking messages into nobles' skulls just to keep up with the flood of political sabotage.
The chants from the newly recruited Demon Army of Love (see: last chapter's catastrophe) still echoed outside like the world's worst romantic hymn:
"God-Husband! God-Husband! Kiss us all into Heaven!"
Inside, crowns were literally shattering. A minor prince tried to proclaim himself heir to Rei's "eternal romance bloodline" until Seraphina smote him with a hymn-empowered lightning bolt that turned his crown into a decorative omelet.
The nobles howled. The dukes wailed. And the brides?
