The news that five of the six current Supreme Daughters would all find one way or another to appear in Lustburg, that too on the very day of his wedding, was not a piece of news that could be concealed by any means.

The very next day, the news was already on the lips of all the nobles in the capital. Many of them were admittedly confused, for a good reason, too. They did not know why such a monumental event was happening just because of Sol's wedding.

Others were worried. They wondered if such action was but a prelude to a war that threatened to devour the whole Mortal Realm.

A few speculated that they were reuniting to elect and officially put the new Supreme Daughter in her rightful position. This theory was gaining traction as no one knew the whereabouts of Aurora, the Holy Daughter, and many believed that Sol had exiled her so that Camelia could maintain her vast and deep control over the church.

Amid all those conspiracy theories, the most confused one was none other than Sol himself.

Sol knew that the Supreme Daughters did make the time to have meetings every few years. However, those meetings generally took place in neutral locations or even in dreamscapes— locations that could not be interfered with carelessly by outside forces.

Thankfully, outside of the Angels, it seemed like the other Supreme Daughters would observe the wedding through projection. This was something he could accept, as otherwise, having five Blessed of the King realm in his Kingdom would be worse than having multiple nuclear bombs ready to explode.

Blessed affected the confluence of Fate, and the more Blesseds gathered into a single location, the proverbial eye of the storm, the more the fluctuation became impossible to predict.

Sol knew, even without coming in person, they were already affecting the strings of Karma unconsciously. Trying to read the future while adding them as variables made it impossible for him to see what would happen beyond.

The only good thing coming from this was that this situation applied to all seers, or even worse. Currently, all magic related to Future seeking would be in pure shambles, and the worst had yet to come. Even someone like Tiamat, a bona fide False God infinitely close to godhood, would face a splitting headache if she tried reading the future now.

His plan to have a simple and beautiful wedding far from all incident was proving to be more and more complicated to accomplish, and yet there was little Sol could do. Refusing entry to them was a decision he could make, but it would not follow his nature, and it would not change the situation.

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Facing the situation head-on rather than hiding was the best way to avoid potential problems.

Just to be sure, he contacted Camelia as he wondered if she might have gotten any information, but he was only met with disappointment as he conversed with his saintly beloved. Ever since she lost her blessing, she had been unable to contact Castitas as easily as she did in the past.

Her mortal body also could simply not withstand the gaze of a goddess. Even so, Sol did not underestimate her.

Despite losing her connection to her goddess and becoming blind once again, Camelia seemed to show no distress. Her aura had reached a level close to that of a Duke, and he had a feeling she would find her new truth soon.

With Camelia out of the way, Sol briefly considered contacting Aurora and making her come back. But he knew that it was not yet time for that. Aurora needed to sort her thoughts and come to a critical decision, and once she did, he would give her the chance to join him.

For now, considering her as an enemy was the best possible move he could make in this game of fate.

He knew he was being too soft on her, but there was little he could do.

The memories in his mind about the Gods were still extremely hard to go through and understand.

They felt both extremely alien and yet extremely familiar. However, in those memories, those about Aurora, or rather Dawn, were numerous and filled with warmth.

Adam had sincerely loved Dawn and acted as a benevolent father as much as possible, at least as much as his identity as the God King allowed him. And even toward the end, his sentiment did not change for Aurora. Even in his madness, he made sure not to kill her with the power of the End so that Dawn would have a chance at reincarnation.

Of course, the biggest reason why Sol did not subjugate her was that she seemed to be the most reasonable out of the current reincarnated gods. Having at least one of them as a companion would prove to be useful.

Sol sighed. His bad habit of overthinking when he wanted to escape a certain problem was surfacing again.

Dawn was just a distant problem at the current moment. It was more important to focus on the true problems, which were how to welcome the Supreme Daughter or if he should welcome them at all.

The most troublesome was, funnily, not the Supreme Daughter of the angels but the one belonging to the demons.

There was no ambiguity there, unlike the case with the Supreme Daughter of the Angel side. She was an enemy, pure and simple. Someone who needed to be controlled or put down. The fact that she moved in such a manner would mean that she suspected or had already discovered the true identity of the one acting as Pandora in Envilya.

Pandora had two daughters. One of whom was a Blessed with a supreme level of talent, if Pandora's words were to be believed. The two princesses had been acting as Pandora all this time and taking care of the Kingdom's work while Pandora had been acting as Anastasia, Pandora's eldest daughter, and exploring the world as she looked for a solution to their grave predicament.

The representative of the Demon was an old man who seemed to have reached the twilight of his years. Looking at the image in front of him, Sol could feel a strong feeling of deja vu.

Knowing that ignoring such a feeling was the worst thing possible at the realm he was currently in, he fixed it and gleaned all the information he had about the man before sending out an exasperated sigh.

He is directly related to Anubis and Isis.

The situation was becoming more tangled than he had been hoping for. He stood up, and things had already surpassed what he was willing to accept.

It was time to bring up the big guns to make sure no one would misbehave, and the big gun in question was

"Ambrosia! I choose you!"

Time to show the world that Lustburg was not a place where anyone could just do whatever they fucking wanted.

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