Amid the cheers, the demons smiled at the pair, their eyes filled with satisfaction and pride.
On the high platform, Fallen Lord Kali Yella finally showed a pleased smile as well.
She loved fulfilling the dreams of other living beings.
"Then, according to procedure, the author of this painting is—"
She pointed toward the universally acclaimed demon groom seated upright in the far-left seat of the Regent Hall.
"Please wait a moment."
From the Blood Race seats at the farthest end of the hall, directly facing the throne platform, Viscount Giovanni's abrupt voice rang out from behind the Tenth Progenitor, bringing everything to a halt.
None of the demons knew what the Blood Race delegation was trying to do.
"..."
Fallen Lord Kali Yella was about to speak when, just as the dust was settling, the thing she had expected happened.
She had already grown somewhat tired of this flamboyant Blood Race Viscount.
With her brows faintly furrowed, she looked toward the Blood Race seats at the farthest edge of the fan-shaped seating arrangement in the center of the Regent Hall.
The Blood Race diplomat, Viscount Giovanni, rose to his feet, his movements swift and decisive.
Fallen Lord knew that Eduardo, being a Progenitor, might interfere. He would probably do so by having his lackey, the Viscount, speak first on his behalf.
"Lady Kali Yella, I represent the Blood Race. We find it necessary to raise an objection to the proceedings."
Viscount Giovanni's high-pitched voice cut short the ceremony that was about to end normally. He looked toward Princess Hughberlian on the sovereign's side of the Regent Hall, a trace of mockery on his face.
He did not want to let the demon side have the ending they believed would make everyone happy.
"..."
The demons throughout the hall instantly