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

"...That's completely unreliable!"

Wendy and Isa complained together, both expressing their disapproval of Phil's behavior.

The usually gentle and mild-mannered Fei'er, surrounded by the two, frowned, narrowed her eyes as she watched their incessant chatter, and said—

"Are you just jealous?"

"Varied……"

Wendy and Isabella were both speechless.

Isa said—

"I just feel that this doesn't make sense..."

Is there any justification for premarital pregnancy?

"..."

Isa fell silent.

Wendy continued—

"So, how far do you plan to go? Will you go through the wedding ceremony with the Queen?"

Fei'er tilted her head, thought for a moment, blushed slightly, and lowered her gaze to say—

"For example, if the Queen requests it... you can serve the Queen in place of the King first... Ah!"

Her feet were clenched tightly inside her boots in shame, as if she wanted to poke a hole in the sole. She was holding her wedding dress and fidgeting, and it was pretty obvious what she was thinking.

Wendy and Isa screamed together again—

"Absolutely not! You bastard!"

Is this King Raphael's confidant? With a rosy face and pink hearts in his eyes, he looks like there's something seriously wrong with him.

I'm completely captivated by the Queen!

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Phil was among the first angels to fall for the Queen's gentle advances, and she was chosen by the Queen under pressure from the two kings. The Queen also protected Raphael's subjects despite the pressure from the two kings.

It's not surprising that she fell for her charms, since even two kings couldn't resist the queen's allure.

Wendy and Isa exchanged a glance. Phil was their biggest enemy, and yet she was thinking about such wonderful things. This was absolutely unacceptable.

A single glance was enough to unite Wendy and Isabella.

Isa said—

"Well then, there's no point in arguing here. Let's wait until tomorrow, when the King and Queen come here, and then resolve this matter together in front of everyone."

"I agree."

Wendy immediately raised her hand in agreement, and the two looked at Phil.

This is perfectly normal, so Fei'er agreed, saying—

"Ok."

Isa and Wendy both breathed a sigh of relief. Their plan was that once the King and Queen arrived, Phil would have no say, thus naturally eliminating the competition from Phil's side.

With King Raphael absent, what husband can little Phil find?

And Phil knew this, of course, but she wasn't worried at all, because the Queen herself said that she was King Raphael's Queen.

No matter how powerful other monarchs are, they would never interfere with his choices.

Because they are angels, they are kings.

Not bandits.

Moreover, all she needs is the Queen's word; she will not back down even when facing other kings.

Fei'er gave a slightly dazed smile.

The little angels then took out the clothes prepared for the Queen, handed them to Phil, and said—

"Since the Queen is with Sister Fei'er, I'll trouble Sister Fei'er to deliver it there."

"Okay, leave it to me."

Fei'er happily packed her clothes, said goodbye to everyone, went outside, spread her wings, and flew into the air.

They flew towards Raphael's mansion.

The queen was still there waiting for her.

It's so late, they're probably already asleep, right?

If, if I were to tell him that I would attend his wedding in place of the king tomorrow, how would he react?

Calm and composed? Overjoyed? Or simply uninterested?

Anyway, she is currently very much looking forward to it.

She transformed into a streak of light and hurried back, quickly arriving at the gates of Raphael's mansion, excitedly wanting to push the door open and go inside.

Suddenly, she felt a familiar presence coming from behind her, which made her freeze.

This...this is...could it be...?

Her eyes widened as she turned to look at the distant night sky. A white light streaked across the night, carrying a nostalgic feeling, and landed in front of her.

Tread...  

White boots lightly touched the ground, above which were plump thighs, graceful waist and hips, stunning curves, and an exquisite face.

Her eyes were like the azure sky, and her golden hair was like the dazzling sunlight.

“Raphael… Your Majesty…”

Fei'er opened her mouth, but was too shocked to say anything else.

Looking at the familiar figure in front of me, I felt a sense of unreality for a moment. It was as if I had been in another world, but in reality, not much time had passed.

"Ok?"

Raphael looked at the girl in front of him, somewhat surprised, then smiled gently and said—

"It's Fei'er! What are you doing here?"

"Your Majesty, is it really you?"

Phil then came to her senses, looked at Raphael and shouted happily, then suddenly seemed to remember something, her expression froze, and she felt very guilty.

Raphael looked at his trusted confidante, reached out and hugged her, and said with a smile—

"Of course it's me, I'm back."

"You...you're back..."

Fei'er's happy expression gradually faded. She pursed her lips, looked at the wedding dress in her arms, and felt very complicated.

Why...why is this happening...?

The king's return should be a joyous occasion, so why do I feel little happiness? Instead, I feel regret, as if I didn't want the king to return so soon.

Shouldn't this be a wonderful thing? The king he loves, and the queen he cherishes—the two of them together—it's a dreamlike scene…

Uh...

Chapter 778 Punishment? Reward?

Raphael was a little puzzled. He blinked and looked at his loyal subordinate, feeling that her reaction was odd and that her gaze was somewhat resentful.

Raphael tilted his head and asked—

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing..."

Fei'er quickly perked up; the king's return was a good thing, a good thing...

Raphael didn't seem to care much, and instead smiled and said—

"How did you know I was back? You came here specifically to wait for me."

"I……"

Fei'er opened her mouth, forced a smile, and said—

“I heard it from someone else… Yes, right, now that Your Majesty is back, then this… I’ll leave it to you…”

Fei'er's hands trembled slightly. For some reason, she felt a bleeding sensation in her heart, as if she had given away not just clothes, but a piece of her own flesh.

"This is……"

Raphael tilted his head and took the wedding dress that Phil handed him.

Phil said—

"Do you know about the wedding tomorrow? This is for attending the wedding tomorrow. I originally wanted to attend in place of the King, but now that you're back... it's perfect, you can attend by yourself..."

Perfect, perfect... there's nothing wrong with that.

Ugh.

"The wedding tomorrow, I know."

Raphael suddenly realized that the wedding was ready for tomorrow, but the bride's position was still up for grabs, with Gabriel and Michael both demanding that she vote on it tomorrow.

Raphael waited to see the queen at the wedding the next day and ask for her opinion before making a decision.

He completely captivated two kings, which makes him a bit of a scumbag. Why did Michael and Gabriel like someone like that...?

Although my master's husband is a bit of a jerk, it's different. Can you call what my master's husband did jerk? It's called being a philanthropist.

They've always been hypocritical.

Raphael looked at the gorgeous wedding dress in his hands and instantly fell in love with it. He rubbed it against it with obvious affection and said with a smile—

"You look beautiful... But won't wearing such a pretty dress to a wedding steal the spotlight? That wouldn't be a good idea..."

She's dressed prettier than the brides like Michael and Gabriel; she's practically ruining the party!

Fei'er tilted her head, somewhat puzzled, and said—