In the midst of cheers, the members of the Demon Race looked at the couple with smiles, their eyes brimming with satisfaction and pride.
On the stage, Fallen Lord Calila finally revealed a content smile.
She loved fulfilling the dreams of others.
"So, following the procedure, the author of this painting is—"
She pointed towards the Regency Hall's leftmost seat where the anticipated demon groom sat upright.
"Please hold on a moment."
From the Blood Clan's seating area opposite the throne stage and furthest away, the voice of Viscount Giovanni of the Blood Clan, standing behind the Tenth Ancestor, unexpectedly halted everything.
All the demons didn't understand what the Blood Clan delegation was up to.
"..."
Fallen Lord Calila was about to speak, just when what she anticipated would happen at the moment the dust had settled occurred.
She had already grown somewhat weary of this ostentatious Bloodline Viscount.