Chapter 1104: Chapter 1091: You Marry Me? No, I Want to Marry You! Chapter 1104: Chapter 1091: You Marry Me? No, I Want to Marry You! “So you’ve already sent out the delegation for proposing?” Deathly Black Mist enveloped the area, and Ferdinand’s massive corpse ghost form appeared, terrifying as ever, yet it hadn’t actually frightened anyone.

“Yes.”

“Isn’t that a bit hasty?”

“It’s not hasty,” Muria’s expression was extraordinarily calm, “The outcome has been predetermined.”

“Are you so sure that the Crimson King will accept your proposal?” Ferdinand was somewhat puzzled, unable to comprehend where his son got such mysterious confidence from.

So confident, indeed, in affirming that a similarly young and powerful ruler would agree to become his partner.

“Of course, I have that much confidence; otherwise, I wouldn’t have dismissed the proposing delegation.”

“But what if you are rejected?”

“There’s no ‘if,’ she won’t reject me,” Muria lifted his head, staring down his biological father, who had descended into this world, exerting immense pressure on him.

“I am her only and best choice for a partner, no one else,” after Muria finished speaking, he slowly lowered his head, allowing Ferdinand to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Have you already discussed this with her?” Ferdinand thought for a moment before continuing to ask. He felt it necessary to keep an eye on this matter.

“No need.” Muria was full of confidence, she was the bride he had chosen for himself.

“I think you should still contact her, communicate in advance to avoid any mishaps that can’t be easily resolved,” Ferdinand kindly suggested.

“A waste of time.”

“Muria, you can’t think like this, the Crimson King is just as ambitious and capable as you, you definitely cannot…” Having his suggestions continuously rejected by Muria, Ferdinand began to talk incessantly.

“I will contact her now.” The incessantly nagging Ferdinand finally made Muria concede; after all, he was the father of this body, and he couldn’t do anything too outrageous.

…

“I am proposing to you for the second time,” a faint voice echoed in the vast hall, surrounded by Black Mist—a ghoul with just a face hovered near a queen enveloped in a layer of Divine Light.

“Yes, I know.”

“But it won’t be the last time.”

“Of course,” Michaela’s lips slightly curled up, “But this time there need to be some changes, it should be different.”

“What are you planning to do?” Muria sensed something ominous and immediately asked.

“Guess.” Michaela’s face showed a sly smile, but she did not let Muria’s ghoul avatar see it.

“Don’t mess around.” At this point, Muria had already realized that things might not proceed as smoothly as he had imagined.

“Don’t worry, the outcome might not deviate much from what you expect, only the process might differ from what you think.”

“…”

…

“To the Crimson King born of Divine Fire, the great King of Yama extends his…” From the capital of Gai Nation, traveling thousands of miles, Envoys Corps General knelt before Michaela’s reincarnated form, reciting the marriage proposal that had been prepared in advance and rehearsed thousands of times in his heart.

“Does your King wish to marry me as his queen?” Ignoring the unrest among her royal ministers upon hearing the proposal, Michaela, with a slight smile, asked the kneeling delegation.

“Yes, My King has long admired you and wishes…”

“If he has admired me for so long, why didn’t he come personally, instead sending you as his messengers?” Michaela questioned the members of the delegation below.

“What are you doing?” Muria, who had become a black bead bracelet worn on Michaela’s wrist, heard his wife’s reply and grew anxious, because this was not as he had expected.

In his expectations, after sending the delegation to propose to Michaela on his behalf, his wife would straightforwardly agree, and all the nations they ruled could rightfully unite as one indivisible whole, becoming the Overlord nation of this world.

However, what made Muria increasingly feel that things were spiraling out of control was that Michaela seemed to completely ignore his words, continuing to talk with the delegation leader below as if she hadn’t heard anything.

“Well, My King is the most important presence in our country, naturally he can’t just leave the country at will.” Hearing the Crimson King’s words, the delegation leader awkwardly wiped the sweat from his forehead—this also wasn’t what he had expected.

He had prepared to be rejected by the Crimson King, but he did not anticipate that the king would adopt such an attitude; anyone could hear that the Crimson King definitely had an inextricable relationship with the King.

“So he just sent you to propose to me ceremonially? Truly lacks sincerity.”

“…” The delegation leader fell silent, as at this moment he didn’t know what else to say.

“Go back and tell your King, I will not marry!”

“This…”
Upon hearing such an answer from Michaela, a black bead on her bracelet trembled slightly, cracks appearing on it, and it seemed on the verge of bursting.

“However, there is another way,” Michaela rose from her throne. “Your King admires me and wishes to marry me, does he not? Very well, but it will not be he who marries me; instead, I will marry him.”

No sooner had she spoken, than the bead on her wrist, which was growing more cracked, reverted to its original state.

“…” The leader of the envoy sent by Muria was utterly dumbfounded. He had considered countless possibilities for how the meeting with the Crimson Queen might unfold but had never imagined it turning out this way.

“I will send an envoy corps with you back to your king to propose on my behalf. Just lead the way when the time comes.”

“As commanded.” Although the tone was commanding, the delegation leader still respectfully accepted the order. He could see that it was only a matter of time before the Crimson Queen and his own king would marry.

In other words, becoming loyal to her as well was inevitable; it was just a matter of time, making no significant difference.

The issue of who would marry whom between his King and the Crimson Queen was not something he wanted to concern himself with. It mattered little to him, as his role was simply to obey orders. As long as the orders did not conflict, he would carry them out.

This move also stunned the royal courtiers and high officials loyal to Michaela in the great hall; they too perceived something significant.

Though they would usually be firmly against their queen marrying out, her intention to claim another powerful nation’s king meant that despite their personal reservations, they had to show robust support now.

For the success of this union would merge their nation into a mightier one, a bloodless method of strengthening the nation which no one in their right mind would oppose.

…

“What are you doing? Couldn’t you have just agreed from the start? Creating all these complications, sigh.”

When Michaela was alone, Muria’s ghoul avatar emerged from her wrist.

“Why should I have agreed?” Michaela asked with a hint of surprise.

“But hadn’t we already agreed before?”

“Agreed on what? I only agreed to marry you. I told you beforehand, the process would be different from what you envisioned.”

“Is this what you meant by different?” Muria’s face showed helplessness. “Reject my proposal, then you propose to me and demand to marry me?”

“Is that a problem? Before our reincarnation, you married me. After reincarnation, we should make it more interesting by switching roles.”

A mischievous look appeared on Michaela’s face. Having reincarnated, she wanted to experience a different sort of marriage; otherwise, the reincarnation would be wasted.

“But I…” Muria began, wanting to say something else.

“Are you unwilling? Or do you think it dishonorable for a king to have me marry him?”

“No, how could I care about such things?” As an epic being, he could disregard worldly views.

“Since that’s the case, remember to accept when my envoy proposes to you on my behalf.”

“But, this…” Muria felt unusually awkward, experiencing an indescribable discomfort.

Being a being who had lived for thousands of years, he cared little for male chauvinism, as it held no meaning for him.

“All right, I know you feel conflicted, but there’s still time to think about it. However, I suggest you consider how we’d prepare our wedding in this world.”

“…” Muria fell silent for a long while. “I need to think about it.”

…
“She rejected me,” Muria opened his eyes within the royal court of Gai Nation, and with a slow sigh, turned to Ferdinand with a look full of melancholy.

“What?” Ferdinand had not yet caught on; the team that Michaela was sending to propose to Muria was not even ready.

“The unexpected happened,” Muria stared at Ferdinand’s mouth.

“She rejected? Why? Weren’t your discussions going well? Why this sudden change?”

Concerned about Muria’s marriage, Ferdinand also felt a bit panicked.

“She rejected my proposal but says she wants to marry me.”

“…” Ferdinand was silent for a moment, then slowly said, “Then perhaps, you should consider it?”

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