[WARNING: This chapter contains R-18 scenes.]
Lawrend didn't need to sleep. He left the still-convulsing Aleshia in the room as he washed himself with magic and wore his outfit for the day.
Lawrend stood at the top of the throne room of the Undrasil Kingdom once more. The audience had changed. Almost no one knew the bride, but there were still a lot of attendees.
Some were visiting for Lawrend's other fiancees, and the rest were simply fans of Lawrend.
The gathering soon silenced as the Pope of the Sun Church preceded the marriage. His voice echoed as he announced the arrival of the next bride.
Elena walked down the red carpet with her face hidden under a white veil. The veil couldn't hide her smile, which gave her a charming appearance.
Lawrend waited patiently. Elena deserved to be his second wife because of her talent and contributions to his magic.
Once she arrived in front of the Pope, Elena faced Lawrend.