Today was an important day for Great Britain, so Morgan had unusually changed into a different outfit. She wore a black evening gown of peculiar fabric, black as the depths of the night sky without the slightest reflection. Yet the multicolored stars adorning it glittered brilliantly beneath the lights, as though she had draped the entire Star River over herself. Flowing silver moon patterns were embroidered along the hem and cuffs, shifting endlessly between waxing and waning, delicate and elegant. It looked incomparably noble at a glance, yet it was merely something she had casually picked from her wardrobe.
Her ideal wedding was like this: "Qianyi and I will set out from Londinium and visit at least 108 cities. We'll hold a wedding in every city, and every wedding will have a different style. The clothes we wear for each wedding must be different too, and every ceremony must be prepared by top-tier planners. Honestly, if circumstances allow in the future, I even plan to hold weddings on several planets in the Solar System."
"Are you planning to drain the country's assets dry?" Seele inexplicably felt as though Terra was doomed.
"Great Britain is my country. Is there anything better than having your own country at your complete disposal?" Morgan said casually, as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
"But next, Qianyi is going to sit on Britain's throne as Talulah's husband and announce the founding of Great Britain to the entire Terra Continent." Artoria spoke softly while holding a cup of hot cocoa.
The moment those words left her mouth, Morgan's gaze turned icy. She dearly wished she could immediately stab this Artoria, who seemed born to be her enemy, to death with a spear. But the next moment, she restrained herself and regained her