After two days, the luxurious carriage stopped in front of the palace gates.Baron Loren stepped out, holding his daughter Loran's hand as both admired the grandeur of the place.
"Greetings, Baron Loren," the two guards bowed respectfully at the gate.
Baron Loren smiled warmly and said,"Could you inform Sir James of my arrival?"
Beside him stood Loran, a girl who looked like a painting brought to life—an angelic beauty.
Her pure white hair flowed like a waterfall of silk, and her alluring curves appeared sculpted with perfection.
She wore a white dress that accentuated her pale skin and a delicate white hat that added elegance, making her look like a nymph escaped from legend.
Moments later, James came to greet them and led them into the luxurious guest hall.
James sat down and asked formally,"What brings you here, Baron Loren?"
Loren chuckled lightly and waved dismissively,"Enough with the formality, James. I see you as a son. Why make things difficult for me?"
James attempted to match his tone, forcing a strange, stiff smile:"Of course, Sir Loren… you're right."
Loren let out a muffled laugh, resting his head on his hand."Ah… just call me Loren."
Suddenly, the baron's expression shifted into serious determination, making James straighten up."James, I'll get straight to the point."
He paused briefly, then dropped a bombshell:"James… I want you to marry my daughter."
At that exact moment, the hall door swung open.
Felin entered confidently and sat beside her husband.
Loren looked at her in secret astonishment—she was a woman beyond description.
Her beauty even surpassed his daughter's, and her striking features and flawless skin made her the unrivaled lady of the room.
"Cough… cough!" James choked hard, clutching his chest as if he had swallowed fire.
He stared at the floor, struggling to breathe from the shock."What did you say, Baron Loren?!"
Loren replied calmly,"As you heard. I want you to marry my daughter. Strong knights marry more than one woman. This doesn't conflict with your current wife… this is the nature of men, the right of the strong."
Before James could respond, a cold mechanical voice echoed in his head, freezing his thoughts:
[Host, refusal is impossible. If you refuse this offer, you will be castrated immediately.]
James shot to his feet with a frantic movement that startled Felin, made Loren recoil, and caused Loran to stare at him in terror. A crazed expression burned in his eyes.
He roared inwardly, rage boiling in his veins:"Repeat what you just said!"
The system replied mockingly, dripping with cruelty:[Refusal is impossible. If you refuse, you will be castrated. What is it? Try refusing, then go at night to bed your wife… with what exactly will you bed her? A carrot?]
James collapsed slowly to the ground, as though the weight of the world had fallen onto his shoulders.
Felin noticed how pale he looked and rushed to him, holding his hand in panic."James… what happened to you?" she asked shakily.
James inhaled deeply, trying to silence the system's voice."It's nothing… just a sudden severe headache."
Then he looked directly into her eyes, hesitant and troubled."Felin… tell me honestly. Do you really agree to this marriage? To another woman?"
Felin smiled gently and stroked his hand.
"Yes, James. I agree completely. I have no problem with it. Even if you married dozens, your place in my heart wouldn't change. If there were no suitable candidates, I would have chosen one for you myself."
James stared in astonishment as she continued with calm cleverness, glancing at Loran:
"Look at her, James… she's in her prime, not even twenty-five. Beautiful, noble, the daughter of a baron. This marriage will elevate our family."
Then she leaned closer and whispered softly, her voice carrying a meaning that sent warmth rushing through James:
"And most importantly… I'm doing this for my own sake. I can no longer handle your needs alone. Your stamina has become frightening… I need someone to share this delicious burden with me."
She flashed a gentle smile at Loran, whose cheeks burned red after grasping the meaning of the whispered words.
James, meanwhile, stared at his wife with admiration for her wisdom and boldness.
"Wonderful, wonderful, James! You two will marry tomorrow. I knew you wouldn't refuse,"
Baron Loren said, rising with joy.
He understood well what it meant to bring an Earth Knight into his family.
With such power backing him, rising to Viscount—or even Count—was no longer a dream.
"Tomorrow? That quickly?" James murmured, realizing the baron had prepared everything in advance.
The baron smiled broadly as he left:"Don't worry about the details. Leave the ceremony to me—I'll make it the talk of the kingdom."
And indeed, he left with his daughter. Within hours, the quiet city erupted with activity.
Nobles poured in from everywhere—barons, viscounts, even counts—bringing lavish gifts, eager to witness the wedding of the Earth Knight.
The next morning, the sun rose over the grand celebration square, adorned with the finest decorations.
James and Loran appeared before the crowd, and gasps filled the air at the sight of them.Both wore pure white ceremonial attire that shimmered under the sunlight.
James, with his sharp features, white hair, and overwhelming aura, looked even more radiant than the bride herself.
They stood together like two heavenly beings, sharing the same snowy hair and flawless presence.
But beauty wasn't what stunned the nobles—it was the terrifying strength radiating from James, confirming every word the baron had boasted.
They stood before the priest as he recited the sacred vows, until he finally said:"Before the gods and the witnesses… seal this bond with the Kiss of Souls."
James turned to Loran, who trembled shyly, her face flushed.
He didn't hesitate—his hand slid around her slim waist and drew her in until her body pressed against his.
She gazed into his eyes, seeing warmth and promise.
Then he leaned down and claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
It wasn't symbolic—it was long, consuming, and overwhelming.
Loran melted in his arms, clutching his shoulders as if afraid she might collapse from the emotion.
His hand held her waist firmly, and their lips moved together in a dance that stole the breath of everyone watching.
A long silence followed…
Then the entire square erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.
Nobles clapped, knights shouted, praising the stunning couple who combined absolute strength with breathtaking beauty.