Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

Raphael's sky-blue eyes fell on Michael's flat stomach; this was indeed a difficult situation.

If the queen could impregnate Michael, then she must be a man? What kind of charm could make two angel kings so infatuated with him?

Raphael could hardly believe it.

I have no idea what kind of person he is.

But it doesn't matter. She already has someone she loves, her beloved master husband. Even if he has a few minor flaws, it doesn't matter. She has already given her heart to him, and will never be separated from him until death.

No matter how good a man is, can he be better than your own husband?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and that's exactly the case.

"Raphael, you be the judge."

"Hey?"

Raphael remained silent, unsure how to interject into this chaotic scene of fighting over a man... even though she herself had experienced such a scene.

The result was that he was beaten until his head was swollen, and then he behaved himself.

But we've never argued like this before. My family is very simple and honest; if we're going to resort to violence, we won't waste time talking.

She never expected that Dong Yi, who was usually so useless, could pick up a flying sword and slash so fiercely when she was trying to steal her husband.

Therefore, I also learned that any girl can unleash tremendous energy when defending her love.

So now that Michael and Gabriel have asked her to judge, she hesitates.

It's probably useless to speak for either side; they've already decided on one person, so nothing you say will make a difference.

Scratched his head.

Or... shall we go together?

In Raphael's current home, everyone serves her husband together, and it seems like there are no problems.

Tell the queen that one wing is unbalanced, and you can only fly with a pair of wings. Let her take both of those quarrelsome fools away, and everyone will be happy.

Chapter 775 The Meeting of the Three Kings

Let me be the judge?

How can I seek justice?

Raphael was in a difficult position. Looking at the intense gazes of Gabriel and Michael, he couldn't help but shrink back, not daring to say anything out of the blue.

Gabriel said that the queen had promised her that he would be her queen, but Michael said that it was because Gabriel had shamelessly forced her to agree.

They each had their own version of events, and I really didn't know what to do.

They even thought about just having a "happy ending" where they all got married and could all get what they wanted, and then there wouldn't be any problems.

A gentle world where everyone finds happiness, no one fails, and there are no regrets is thus born.

Kidding.

Raphael looked at the two of them; they had gone from being close friends to being hostile to each other, and they didn't seem like the kind of people who could build a family together.

She knew, of course, that her master's husband was special; most men wouldn't have so many wives.

Kidneys can leave home in a heartbeat.

They carried the train away overnight.

Raphael looked at Gabriel and Michael's enormous breasts and buttocks, their voluptuous figures reaching an extreme, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. If he really married them both, could the queen handle it? Wouldn't she be dried up and dried into a mummified corpse in a couple of years?

She was self-aware, but she was never fully satisfied with her master's husband's needs and was somewhat unrestrained. Fortunately, her master was... very powerful... and she could use her authority to nourish him, so even if it was too decadent, it wouldn't harm his body.

His own aura has become part of his equipment, and it seems to have become a bit strange.

Raphael, under the gazes of Gabriel and Michael, lowered his head, his hands clasped under his chest, slightly lifting them to appear even more majestic.

She hesitated for a long time before scratching her head and saying—

"Let me judge this for you... I don't know what to say, you're all sticking to your own versions of events..."

His blue eyes looked at Gabriel.

Gabriel's ocean-like eyes widened slightly as he grasped Raphael's hand and said—

“Raphael, you know me. I know I might seem a bit eccentric to you, but I never lie.”

"That...is indeed..."

Raphael nodded in agreement. After all, Gabriel was an angelic king; he wouldn't resort to lying.

Raphael then turned his gaze to Michael.

Michael raised an eyebrow, pursed his lips, and took Raphael's other hand, saying—

“Raphael, you know me. I’ve always been an upright and principled person. When have I ever said anything that wasn’t for the sake of justice?”

"That...is indeed true..."

Raphael's lips twitched. He looked at his left and right hands, both of which were tightly held in the arms of his two colleagues. They were so close that he could feel their softness.

...Why is this so strange?

Is this what it feels like to be in the center of a chaotic situation? It's quite a difficult position. I can't help but think that my husband must have felt just as awkward when she was being reckless.

I'm so sorry.

Raphael, now somewhat empathetic, silently apologized to her husband again.

Wait, something still doesn't seem right.

Shouldn't this position be something the queen should be troubled by? How come now it's Raphael who's been captured and made a scapegoat?

I have wronged that queen in some way, yet I have taken the blame for her.

Raphael felt somewhat resentful.

Gabriel and Michael are trying to win him over, probably to gain his support.

In Heaven, almost anything can be decided by a vote of the three kings. When two kings disagree, the third king has the right to make the decision.

This is why Raphael, despite not being a Seraphim, still became a king, and why a three-way vote was required to resolve matters.

Of course, in terms of strength, Raphael is not much different from Seraphim, and it is the popular choice for him to sit on the throne.

Perhaps it was precisely because of her formidable strength that her Blazing Trial was so terrifying, directly causing her to fall into his hands and be unable to escape.

Although the king's vote can resolve most matters, he generally doesn't concern himself with minor issues. However, the king's wedding is in a situation that's neither too big nor too small—it's fine to intervene or not...

Raphael really didn't want to get involved, but he figured his two colleagues wouldn't let him off so easily, so he had no choice but to follow procedure.

She said helplessly—

"So you want to hold a meeting and vote on the question of who will become the queen?"

"Of course, let's start now! I'm voting for myself!"

After Gabriel finished speaking, he took Raphael's hand, revealing a hint of ingratiation, and then glared at Michael on the other side.

Michael looked at Raphael and said—

"I vote for myself."

Then the two of them asked Raphael together—

"Raphael, who are you voting for?"

"..."

Can I surrender?

Raphael felt completely overwhelmed. People say that even an upright official finds it hard to settle family disputes, because feelings are something that can't be judged at all, and there's no clear-cut value to them.

This meeting of the Three Kings might be the most troublesome one in Raphael's history.

She was covered in sweat, racking her brains, when suddenly something came to mind, and she said—

"By the way, have you asked the Queen for her opinion?"

"Didn't I say that he promised me?"

Gabriel reiterated this point.

But Michael disagreed and said—

“He promised to let me protect him for the rest of his life, and unlike your despicable methods, I obtained his consent openly and honestly, so my consent is valid.”

"Who are you calling despicable? You are the one who talks about morality and righteousness, but in the end you still try to steal men. You do bad things and still try to maintain a virtuous image."

Neither of them would give in to the other, they grabbed Raphael's arm and clashed, their faces tense and locked in a fierce confrontation.

Raphael's head throbbed even more. Why was she helping this queen she'd never met deal with such a mess? It was utterly an undeserved disaster.

Moreover, he both agreed to Gabriel's request and kept Michael hanging in suspense in that way...

Why does it seem a bit like something a jerk would say?

Raphael's expression was a little strange, but since her own husband was also a bit of a jerk, she couldn't really say anything about others.

They dared not speak recklessly in front of Michael and Gabriel.

It's no use talking about your crush's idol in front of them; not only will they not listen, they might even get angry and turn on you. Raphael knew this very well because she was exactly like that herself—a devoted follower of her master's husband.

As you lick, you'll find everything you could want.

That's not bad.

Raphael thought for a moment and said—

“I am aware of your suggestions, but I cannot make a decision right now because I am not clear about the situation. I will decide after I have met with the Queen. What do you think?”

Generally speaking, decisions made by the three kings should not be delayed; all three should at least make a decision first. However, if one person is still unclear about the situation, they should indeed try to find out for themselves first.

Gabriel and Michael both nodded.

Michael said—

"Alright then, the Queen has gone with your Fei'er. Go ask Fei'er about the Queen and give us your reply."

"Fei'er..."