The brand new city walls near Demon King Castle stood tall in the morning light.
The once-damaged towers and bell tower now wore a fresh, gleaming exterior, and the central plaza’s fountain flowed anew, droplets splashing onto the restored statue of Hakimi.
The roads that were once full of cracks now brimmed with neatly inlaid marble, bustling with people and carriages.
It was no longer the desolate sight of the past; as it constantly absorbed the surrounding riffraff and slaves, and through ongoing integration and adjustments, it gradually formed a whole new scale and order.
Everything felt so magical, yet so real before the eyes.
The marketplace here had regained its former bustle, various races trading and calling out to one another.
Merchants’ stalls were adorned with banners of Demon King Castle, symbolizing peace, and from the school echoed children’s recitations of Hakimi’s glorious deeds, blending with the blacksmith’s hammering sounds.
Each weapon on display boasted a quality unseen outside.
On the busy streets, the breastplates of patrolling militiamen shone brightly, reflecting the newly planted great trees in the Black Mist, and the happy smiles on people’s faces, along with the flowers prepared for the wedding.
A gentle breeze caressed her face as the silver-haired girl stood on the balcony of Demon King Castle, gazing at the fortress she had rebuilt with her own hands.
A faint sense of accomplishment welled up in her heart as the wind lifted the silver chain tying her hair, her delicate hand adorned with a sparkling wedding ring.
Having finished his errands, Sieg gently wrapped his arms around the girl’s waist from behind, resting his chin on her fragrant shoulder.
His movements were so tender, his warm breath brushing her ear, his chest pressed close to her back, the steady and powerful beat of his heart passing through their clothes.
The girl was slightly startled but didn’t pull away, as if she had expected it; she simply let his arms tighten around her, even leaning back obediently.
Very soon, she was completely embraced in Sieg’s arms, his rough fingertips tracing her waist with a lazy possessiveness that nonetheless felt reassuring and gentle.
“It’s almost time to get ready for the wedding. Why are you still here, Emilia? Have you picked your wedding dress yet?”
He whispered beside her ear, his voice carrying a smile—there was no urging, just pure affection.
“Or were you waiting for me? In that case, I might be moved to tears.”
The war-touched breeze of Demon King Castle lifted her long silver hair, a few strands brushing against his handsome cheek.
At that moment, under the first sunlight of the day, their shadows melded into one as if it had always been this way—after enduring countless hardships, they had finally come to this point.
“Yes, I was waiting for you, Sieg. I need to discuss the wedding with you.” As if she had expected what her beloved would say, she raised her hand, blocking his soon-to-open mouth, and puffed her cheeks in feigned annoyance.
She pouted, red eyes burning with anger, but her lips turned downward in aggrieved protest, like a bristling kitten.
She turned, breaking out of his embrace, her soft pink fist thumping against his chest, though it was so gentle it was more like a tickle, even her silver hair trembling with each motion.
After venting, she continued softly, her voice gentle.
“Don’t always leave everything to me alone. We’re a family now. I need someone to lean on, and you’re the only one I can rely on, Sieg. So let’s face this big moment in life together. I don’t want any regrets, okay?”
“Sorry, it’s just that I trust you too much. I really can’t live without you, Emilia. I mean it.”
It was clear he was sincere, and his words were nothing but the truth.
Of course, he was also a bit lazy himself, but the love in his eyes made her nod in agreement.
“I understand. Let’s do this together—let’s make the arrangements together. I just hope you won’t dislike my taste.”
They entered the grand hall inside Demon King Castle, which had long been prepared for the wedding.
Countless dazzling wedding gowns were on display, but Emilia’s gaze landed on a simple white satin gown in the corner.
There were no elaborate laces, no lavish rhinestones, only smooth lines and a touch of silvery embroidery at the neckline like moonlight.
When the silver-haired girl’s fingertips brushed over the simple hem, Sieg suddenly reached out to touch the fabric she had chosen, and they couldn’t help but exchange a smile.
He opened his mouth quietly, as if giving praise or admiring it.
His gaze lingered on the girl, as if reminiscing, recalling the past…
With a calm smile, he voiced his deepest feelings.
“As expected, this suits you best—something plain. After all, Emilia, you’re already so beautiful; any more embellishments would just gild the lily.”
“Alright, let’s go with this one. Our wedding will begin this afternoon, after all—I’m ready to marry you, Sieg. Are you…?”
She placed her hands behind her back, her toes unconsciously tapping the floor, the tips of her ears between her silver hair tinged with red.
Her red eyes looked at him with anticipation, long lashes fluttering.
Her lips parted, wanting to ask but stubbornly holding back, her fingers quietly twisting the hem of her dress.
It wasn’t until Sieg nodded, giving only a light “mm,” then shook his head helplessly, as if feeling she was asking a question she already knew the answer to.
“Mm, of course. Or did you think I’d become a scoundrel? Emilia… actually, I—”
He hadn’t expected that just as he started speaking, he’d be cut short instantly.
Maybe it was seeing that strange smile on his beloved’s face and the light fading from her eyes, sending a chill through his whole body.
He dared not say more, fearing something bad might happen if he did…
The wedding had arrived at last.
Pure white roses and silver vines intertwined to form an arch.
Noon sunlight streamed through the glass, scattering rainbow light.
The silver-haired girl stepped gracefully off the carriage in a snow-white gown, its hem floating like a cloud, each step as if treading through a dream, heading toward her beautiful moment.
She held a bouquet of white roses and lilies of the valley.
Beneath her silver-white veil, her red eyes brimmed with gentle joy, her gaze fixed on Sieg, the groom waiting at the end of the carpet.
Dressed in a white suit, he was every bit the man, having truly transformed from Hakimi into a person.
A breeze sent a few petals to rest in her hair for a moment before they drifted away.
He stood in the light, gazing at his beautiful bride, reaching out his hand, his fingertips trembling.
When their hands finally clasped, when they embraced, all the guests around them smiled together, some even shouting playfully.
“Go on, kiss her!”
“As expected of Lord Demon King—able to easily do what we can’t.”
“Do it, do it!”
Just then, the bells rang out.
White doves soared into the clear sky, as if even time paused for them in this moment.
The world around them faded away until only the two of them remained, speaking words of love and reminiscing about the past.
“Sieg, I love you, and… thank you for being willing to forgive a wretch like me… truly, thank you.”
“Emilia… does it matter? Well, no, it doesn’t. I love you too, and that’s enough.”
The two kissed like lovers deep in love… neither noticing the new life growing in Emilia’s belly—the new hope rising for the Demon Tribe.
After the wedding, Demon King Castle would continue to flourish.
As for where things would go from here, Sieg knew in his heart.
But for now, more than returning home, he wished to build a peaceful life with Emilia.
Of course, she felt the same.
Perhaps this was what it meant to be perfectly in tune with each other.