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‘Love may not have a place in the weddings of this world, but wouldn’t it be happier to marry the one for you? I think so, too…’

Her thoughts trailed off as she finally reached the church’s door, but her gaze was still on Larkin’s face. ‘You have always been trying your best to create a better world for everyone. I wonder if you’re looking for someone you’d want to actually share your whole life with… with tons of political benefit or none...’

“I’ll find the person who’d make you happy...” Artie whispered while staring at the archduke and standing on his left, but Larkin only deepened his smile. “It’s not yet the time for wedding vows, Artie.”

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Promises were uttered, and vows were made. With the archduchy facing one of its darkest times, Artie Shen and Larkin Ellis decided to stand together against the horns of war and the clawed clutches of the past. Will their disguised platonic relationship blossom into something real for the sake of the archduchy? Or will it be for the loudest songs of their hearts?

With a dual-route system that could turn her into the most powerful angel warriors in the land, watch Artie Shen conquer different quests and task to ensure her victory.

In love and in war.

[BOOK COMPLETED, SEASON 2 IS SIDE STORIES NOW]

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[Disclaimer and Warnings:]
This story is a work of fiction, and similarities to any living or dead person are purely coincidental. May contain triggers.  

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Cover by Ying_

My Strongest Angel Wife with a System

Callum blinked. If his confusion could be quantified by how many question marks appeared on his face, perhaps Artie would have to step back from the explosion. He really didn't understand. "Lady Ellis, you have become quite a rather reputable figure in the kingdom—"

He was not even finished yet when Artie was conquered by the urge to actually slap his arm and whine: "I mean the sword, you goofball!"

Stunned, Callum took a few more seconds to recover. He then gripped the sword's scabbard tightly before bowing down again. "I am terribly sorry, milady! My elation had numbed my mind! I didn't mean to humiliate you, milady! Then again..."—he raised his eyes—"this sword is..."

"Yep. A family heirloom." Artie cleared her pout from earlier and reached out her hand again. "With a royal territory, you wouldn't need an ordinary sword as an heirloom anymore. Can I have it?"

The Real Dignity