Chapter 527 The Stage is Ready

The Great Cemetery, the Altar of Rebirth.

A ghostly blue soul flame burned silently atop the obsidian pillar, while robed acolytes chanted obscure incantations, guiding the wandering souls around the pillar toward the vessels on the altar.

At this moment, a graceful young woman lies on the dark stone platform, like a flower bud about to bloom.

That was not a human girl, but a "lower-level succubus" hatched from a "succubus egg" and nurtured more rapidly by the power of faith at the core of the labyrinth.

As we all know, the soul needs time to grow. If a life does not go through a complete life cycle, it will not develop a complete soul, just as wheat that is only ripened by magic will not produce strong ears of grain.

It would take at least sixteen years to cultivate a lower-level succubus with a complete soul, and that succubus would also need a "home".

From a cost perspective, this is clearly not worthwhile. After all, succubus eggs are not as cheap and plentiful as imp eggs, and the casualty rate of dungeon monsters is often ridiculously high.

However, this is not a problem for the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Firstly, the adventurers here have long since stopped taking risks, and secondly, there are far more interesting souls than interesting bodies here.

All it takes is to infuse these bodies with a mature "soul mirror image" through "evil" ritual magic.

Then, "moderately" increase the cost of resurrection and increase the penalty for death, so that players who choose this "expensive" character will not dare to easily commit suicide.

The ceremony ended, and the eerie green light dissipated.

[The Fragmented Eagle] suddenly opened its eyes, and before it could adjust to the dizziness of the fragmented memories, its hand reached down with lightning speed.

No!

A blush of surprise appeared on her delicate face.

It was a success!

Immediately afterwards, her other hand flashed to her chest, exploring the fruits of countless days and nights of working herself to the bone!

A single-feathered eagle: "...?"

It was a straight, flat highway; there were no perfect curves, and the only protrusion was the collarbone.

The [Fragmentary Eagle], who had been overjoyed for less than a second, gradually turned pale.

The next second, a shrill wail came from the altar.

"You damn game designer, come out here! Where's the 36GB of data I spent so much time and effort on? And this is what you show me?!"

"Damn it, give me my money back!"

"Pah—give me back my contribution points!"

The Fragmented Eagle cried its heart out, but its mournful howls were destined to be in vain. The Demon King doesn't care about that; otherwise, why would it be called the Demon King?

Even gods have selfish desires.

It's too small; the Demon King can't see it.

It's not just the Demon King who can't hear the sorrow; the joys and sorrows beneath the altar are also not shared.

Upon hearing the howling of wolves and ghosts, the monks all wore knowing smiles.

"The crying was very loud."

"She's a healthy succubus."

"It seems the ceremony was a success."

Their biggest worry was that the soul wouldn't be successfully implanted into the body, wasting the Demon King's materials and creating an idiot.

However, it seems that there is no need to worry about this issue now.

A friar looked at the priest.

Is there anything else?

The latter shook his head slightly.

"This is the last one for today."

The altars inside the VIP Rebirth Room are mainly for some expensive "custom characters". Unlike the "mass-produced" Rebirth Altars outside, they often only get one or two orders a week.

Today, there happens to be only one guest in this room.

"get off work."

The monks, having accomplished their mission, turned and left the rebirth chamber with smiles on their faces.

At the same time, a skeleton soldier limped onto the altar, placed a thin beginner's set of armor next to the demon king's servant, and then fell to the ground with a "crash" as it turned into a pile of white bones.

The clothes were very cheap, practically free.

Only [Piece of a Winged Eagle] remained in the empty reincarnation chamber, sitting on the altar, on the verge of tears.

She had saved up contribution points for almost two years, and then "went all in" on it all at once, only to be met with this unexpected result!

The succubi in the promotional video are all curvaceous, swaying gracefully, and walking with an ethereal grace; a single glance from them can bewitch a whole host of men.

However, apart from lacking a certain thing in her crotch, her small frame was no different from that of a malnourished person who ate instant noodles every day.

If he hadn't taken off his clothes, you'd think he was a man.

Even smaller...

Is that right?!

In any case, it's too late for reincarnation.

With mixed feelings, [Piece of Eagle] finally wrapped herself tightly in the clothes the Demon King had thrown at her and walked out of the dark and cramped reincarnation room.

The resurrection plaza at the entrance of the reincarnation room was already surrounded by a crowd of onlookers, eagerly awaiting her appearance.

It's not that they're well-informed, but rather that [Pianyu Zhiji] had already teased on their official website a long time ago, showing off that they had customized an incredibly awesome character, and that they would be playing a completely different game from the others!

Looking back now, it seems my friend wasn't playing the same game. The moment that petite figure appeared in the Resurrection Square, the entire square was stunned!

"Wait a minute, can you even change your gender in this game?!"

"Huh? Isn't it always possible?"

"I don't know! Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"You're a skeleton, what are you talking about? Have you ever done anything for the Demon King? What does it have to do with you?"

"Wait, this... wait a minute, I remember Brother Pianyu Zhiji said he was going to become a mature woman."

"Dude, you're so sexy."

"Now the old eagle has become a baby eagle."

[The Fragmentary Eagle] was so angry that he trembled all over, his delicate face turning bright red, like a ripe persimmon.

What a disgrace!

[Gou Shi] squeezed to the front of the crowd, stared at his former good "brother" from head to toe, and stared in disbelief.

"Holy crap, buddy... how did you turn into a loli?!"

【A Single Feathered Eagle】: "Damn it! How was I supposed to know?! I chose it based on the promotional video!"

The Pig-Headed Knight picked at the scales on his head, his eyes darting around.

"I've heard there are two kinds of succubi. Could it be because... you weren't born of a mother?"

[Gou Shi]: "Hahaha, lol!"

[The Fragmentary Eagle] cursed, "&@#%! You're not a mother's daughter! You're a newborn!"

Looking at the "little eagle" who was cursing at him, the [Pig-Headed Knight] suddenly felt shy and scratched the scales on the lizard's face with his fingernails.

"Cough... Brother, don't do that, it'll get me excited."

[Piece of a Feathered Eagle]: "???"

[Minotaur Warrior]: "...?"

[Sudden Evening]: "..."

[One leaf heralds autumn]: "..."

The air was quiet for a brief moment.

Seeing the crazed Pig-Headed Knight, his teammates who knew him silently left the scene, leaving it to those who didn't know him.

The Resurrection Square was filled with a cacophony of voices, not all of which were perverse; some offered reasonable analysis as well.

"After all, she's a lower-level succubus, so it's reasonable that her stats are low."

"Is it possible that the succubus in the promotional video is from Shanghai, and you're a succubus from the countryside?"

"Holy crap, is this game really that realistic? It even discriminates based on region?!"

"After all, it's hell."

"Hey, I'm outta here. I was just saying I'd let myself touch it, but this is worse than touching my own."

"?"

That being said, only a few people sighed.

After all, this is the first succubus player in the entire server. Ordinary people would never accumulate contribution points for so long, nor could they possibly do so.

Even the Demon King probably didn't expect that he would actually get a piece of the pie he had promised.

Most players were extremely excited about this first person to try something new, and their eyes were practically green with envy.

Of course, many skeletons naturally have green eyes.

Just as Little Eagle was trembling and wondering whether he should leave this dangerous place as soon as possible, another lizardman player squeezed to the front of the crowd.

These players with larger models have an advantage in terms of volume collision that ordinary players don't have; most people can't squeeze past them without using extraordinary strength.

Wagging its thick tail, [Can't Afford to Play]'s face was full of lewd fawning as it leaned in and reached out its claws to grab [One-Feathered Eagle]'s shoulder.

"Hey bro, others may look down on you, but I don't! With the lights off, everyone looks the same, let me have some fun!"

The Pig-Headed Knight snapped out of his daze and flashed to stand behind him.

"I'll join the queue too!"

Looking at the two drooling lizard faces, [Piece of a Vulture] felt a chill run down his spine and straight to the top of his head.

"Get out of here!!"

Seeing the demons and monsters about to line up, she knew it would be too late if she didn't strike hard, so she flew up and kicked them twice.

However, to her surprise, the two perverts who were kicked in vital areas did not fly away, but instead let out excited screams.

"Oh! That's the feeling!"

"Hurry, hurry up! Again!"

One-Feathered Eagle: "???"

Holy crap?!

Are there any normal people left in this maze?!

"Hey! What are you doing? Do you want to be thrown into the Demon King's dungeon? Get out of here and get to work!"

A foul mouth floated down from the sky, followed by a little devil with flapping wings, baring its teeth at the players who were huddled together.

Upon seeing the NPC arrive, the players who were about to queue stirred and made way for the Demon King's messenger.

Thinking about the two kicks she had just made, [Piece of Winged Eagle] felt a surge of tension. Her little face was tense, fearing that her actions would be judged as a violation of PK rules and that she would be executed on the spot by the Demon King.

She had saved up contribution points for two years and spent them all on this little guy, but now she had no contribution points left to deduct. Even though she was extremely unwilling about the product not being as advertised, something was better than nothing.

Fortunately, the Demon King was perceptive and immediately recognized who had started the conflict, so he didn't criticize her.

The little devil, which had landed on the ground, shook its wings and swiftly pulled a black letter from its pocket, which flew into the hand of the [Fallen Eagle].

"The Demon Lord has a new plan! He needs you to do this, that, and then this... Ah, anyway, the tasks are written here, take a look for yourself!"

The surrounding noise and laughter stopped abruptly.

Those eyes, which had just been full of mockery, now seemed to have been soaked in sulfuric acid, bubbling with sourness.

day--

Hidden mission!

[The Fragmented Eagle] was clearly stunned, but then a surge of joy welled up inside him, and all the humiliation and resentment he felt vanished with that joy.

Demon Lord, is this the prestige of a hidden class?!

She misunderstood the dog's plan!

In just two seconds, the succubus character's reputation was instantly reversed, and the square was filled with noise of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"Holy crap! I just changed jobs and the unique hidden quest has already been triggered?"

"This isn't fair! Where's the damn game planner? Tell him to come out here!"

"I'm so angry! Does having high contribution points mean players can do whatever they want? Is there no justice left?!"

The answer is, of course, yes.

Although the Demon King may not necessarily be human, in his Great Tomb, effort will always be rewarded. No matter how twisted the wish, he will listen with a smile.

As for how to respond, that's another topic.

Ignoring the envious and jealous noise behind him, [Pan Yu Zhi Gua] snatched the letter.

Watching the messenger fly away, she raised her small chin, pointed her nostrils at the frantic herd of livestock around her, and stretched her mouth almost to her ears.

"Envious, you noobs! From now on, we'll be playing different games! *blur*"

Although lacking a turbulent spirit, the "Little Eagle," having successfully reincarnated, truly defeated a group of beasts with a single glance.

Never mind how you did it, just tell me if your wish came true!

Without a word, [Falcon] skipped and hopped after the little devil toward the main hall, leaving behind a triumphant figure and a proud tail wagging behind it.

After waiting for a long time without seeing a second footprint, the "Can't Afford to Play" finally got up from the ground and wiped the saliva from the corner of its mouth with its scaly arm.

"Damn it... there must be some shady deal going on behind this."

This statement was endorsed by countless livestock.

Dog planning—

That's terrible!

Tonight's official forum is destined to be a bloodbath, but like the Demon King's unfathomable chessboard, it's a different story for the pieces in the game...

...

Nighttime, Colin Manor.

The fox-eared maid, carrying a kerosene lamp, patrolled the manor's corridor at night. When she saw a figure standing in the corridor, her heart jumped into her throat.

However, she soon breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't Miss Colin standing there, but Miss Padridge.

Knowing that the person she was waiting for was not him, the night watch maid tactfully changed her patrol route, avoiding the quiet corridor.

Under the dim light, Mia's cheeks were flushed. She wore a soft silk nightgown and looked as if she had been tossing and turning in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep.

At this moment, Miss Padridge was completely different from the smug and lively person she had been in front of Vivian during the day. She looked like a cat that had been caught in the rain, with even the ends of her hair drooping in a dejected manner.

Seeing Miss Mia standing at the door of his bedroom, Luo Yan stopped and pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Let's go to the lounge."

Although Mia didn't say anything, just by looking at her, he could already guess what she was thinking.

Mia gave a soft "hmm" and followed behind him.

The two moved to the lounge, where the fox-eared maid who had been on night patrol poured them a cup of hot tea before respectfully leaving.

After the maid left, only the monotonous ticking of the wall clock remained in the room. Without Vivian's antics, the entire manor seemed to be asleep.

Staring at the rising steam from the teacup, Mia held the cup somewhat awkwardly, her toes unconsciously gripping tightly in her sandals.

"I... I was bragging."

Um?

Luo Yan raised an eyebrow and gently blew away the steam from the teacup.

"What kind of cow?"

"It's... about the intelligence agency."

Feeling the heat on her face tickling her, Mia blushed and looked away, her index finger twirling on the rim of the teacup.

"The Hell Intelligence Bureau gave me the title of 'Chief Investigator' of the Northeast Coast Branch of the Vortex Sea. It sounds impressive, but it's really just a figurehead... I, I don't have any manpower here, and I don't know what to do."

She used to be just an office worker stamping documents. If the Shanghai Daily hadn't reported on her achievements, she wouldn't have known she was so capable.

She was initially very excited to have suddenly jumped from the sidelines of the Demon King's Administration Department to the Intelligence Bureau, because she had defeated Vivian.

However, as she calmed down, she quickly realized that things were not so simple.

Her father put in so much effort, she couldn't just hand in a blank paper, could she?

Mia's voice grew softer and softer until it almost became a mumble.

"Am I really supposed to go to the pub and pour drinks for those drunkards, or squat in the sewers and eavesdrop? But I know absolutely nothing about this place..."

Her fluffy pink hair was tousled and messy, like a pilling carpet.

Seeing Mia's troubled expression, Luo Yan smiled faintly and put down his teacup.

"That's too rudimentary and inefficient."

Mia's face showed a look of frustration.

You must think I'm stupid, right?

Vivian's claim that her academic credentials were questionable did cause her some harm, because she wasn't wrong.

Compared to the invincible Little Tyrant of Shanghai, the succubus of the Padridge family is not known for her fighting prowess, and Lady Serena has never taught her any fighting skills.

Every time she asked her mother for advice on how to become a better Padridge, her mother would just smile with a rosy face and say, "Just follow your instincts."

Melusine, who takes the crooked path, needs to study strange and ingenious techniques, while Padric, favored by the demon god, focuses on simply having fun.

She thought this was outrageous, but by the time she realized it, she had already graduated.

"I have never thought you were stupid."

Luo Yan shook his head slightly, his voice devoid of sarcasm, and continued in a gentle tone.

"And when I say 'low-level,' I'm not referring to you personally, but rather to the level of the methods used. Who to bribe and how to bribe them are matters for the lower-level clerks to worry about. As the chief investigator, your mind should be focused on strategy. Placing the key pieces in key positions is enough."

"strategy?"

Mia tilted her head, her clear eyes filled with confusion.

"Yes, strategy."

Luo Yan smiled and nodded, then began to speak in a casual tone.

"The strategic core of the northeast coast of the Whirlpool Sea is the Duchy of Campbell, and the heart of the Duchy of Campbell is Thunder City. Once you feel the heartbeat of Thunder City, you have grasped the pulse of the entire northeast coast of the Whirlpool Sea."

"Then...how do we catch it?"

Mia's cheeks grew increasingly hot.

The more Luo Yan learned, the more she felt that she had wasted her time at the Demon King Academy, and the more she felt that she was not good enough for him.

This feeling grew stronger ever since Luo Yan became a councilor like her father; perhaps Miss Vivian was the one who was worthy of him…

no!

Even if the Colin family has no objections, it's still too strange!

Even for the sake of the future of both Shanghai and Hell, the Padridge family cannot stand idly by... That's right, my presence here must be the arrangement of the Demon God!

Mia, who had been feeling down for a moment, suddenly perked up for some inexplicable reason, her eyes shining brightly.

Luo Yan was pleased with her earnestness and continued speaking in a simple and easy-to-understand tone.

There are only two core elements.

"First, find the class that truly controls the information, and let your pawns blend in with them and become one of them. Second, let your pawns forget their actual duties and devote all their energy to superficial affairs."

Asking drunkards in pubs for information is pointless; they themselves are just easy targets, drinking watered-down beer and navigating the fog of life.

If you really want to gather intelligence, you should at least look for people who can afford to buy houses in Shanghai. Only a lunatic would hang out with ordinary citizens who have no power or influence.

To be fair, Hell is indeed inferior to the Os Empire in this respect. At least in the Empire, "going to hell" is an insult, while human nobles, no matter how reckless they are, rarely consider going to hell as a way out. At most, they use each other to their advantage in matters on the surface.

The goblins in Shanghai always felt that the Empire couldn't penetrate Hell and that there were no informants in Hell, because they were simply too intellectually challenged to understand the word "informant."

They believed that being an "informant" meant standing in dark alleys, pulling up your collar to whisper secrets, exchanging sealed documents, and bringing the "everyday gossip" of hell to the holy city.

Or at least one should be like Mr. Harvey and Count Derek, secretly erecting a statue of the devil in their home and contacting him periodically to be considered an "informant."

As for those who form interest ties with families in the Holy City of the Empire and exercise discretion based on their own interests when making choices, they are not considered "informants".

Instead, he addressed him as the most respected Lord Melusine.

What if Prince Colin really loses his mind one day and insists on taking the war to the surface, and Melusine and his old friends in the cabinet can't keep this madman in check...

Then the goblins in Shanghai will be able to see where the Empire's "informants" are.

The intelligence that could calm Prince Colin down with just the right amount of information would naturally end up on Baron Mytia's desk.

As for how to use this intelligence—whether to publish it secretly in the newspaper or let a patrolling knight happen to find it—Baron Mytia would have the freedom to decide.

The intelligence system built on the northeast coast of the Whirlpool Sea is based on the same logic.

To connect the demons from the Demon City with the high society of Thunder City, they first need to obtain tickets to enter Thunder City's high society.

There are many methods.

For example, in the Holy City, art is a good avenue.

And in Thunder City, of course, it's also possible.

Mia blinked, listened attentively, noted down every word, and nodded as if she understood.

"So that's how it is..."

I feel like I've learned something.

Luo Yan knew she hadn't understood.

That's normal if you didn't understand.

Everyone has seen sparrows fly, but few people have ever seen anyone fly like a sparrow.

Don't worry.

Luo Yan took a sip of black tea and looked at Mia, who seemed to understand but not quite.

"I've already arranged everything for you. All you need to do is stamp it. The rest of the dirty work will be handled by the 'professionals'."

The dim light shone on that composed face, and Mia felt her heartbeat sway with the wick of the kerosene lamp.

A sweet feeling spread through her chest, like a bubbling soup, boiling away all the troubles in her heart.

really--

There's no problem this man can't handle.

Mia's cheeks flushed slightly; perhaps this was also a sign from the Demon God.

...

The vampire in the Colin family slept soundly tonight, his soft, cat-like purring coming from the blankets from dusk till dawn.

Not having your feet on the ground all day is really exhausting, especially with your supernatural powers sealed.

In short, thanks to the Demon King's wisdom, the servants at Colin Manor were able to get a good night's sleep without worrying about being scared to death by the sneaky shadows.

However, some people slept well, while others couldn't sleep at all.

For example, Kiki and Nana, who are from Shanghai.

They felt like piglets sold into the Great Maze by the Padridge family, and the surrounding smells were just not right.

"Sister...can we still go home?"

In the gloomy, dark little room, Nana looked at her older sister with teary eyes, while the latter held her younger sister's hand tightly and gently comforted her in a voice that was trying to sound calm.

"Yes, definitely."

Although Miss Vivian Colin, who is invincible in Shanghai, has not yet come to drain them dry, they feel it is only a matter of time.

Just then, rustling footsteps came from outside the door, followed by a series of knocks.

"Hey, are you there? Is anyone home? Ugh! You guys don't turn on the lights?"

The door wasn't locked, and Missy knocked twice and actually got it open.

Seeing the door creak open, she quickly put her hands behind her back, whistling out of tune as if to cover it up, pretending it wasn't intentional and that she shouldn't be blamed for seeing something she shouldn't have.

Unfortunately, there was nothing in the room that shouldn't be seen.

Qiqi blushed, while Nana looked completely bewildered.

"lamp?"

Was there a light here all along?

As the two sisters were thinking, Missy jumped up with a whoosh, reached out and pressed the switch on the wall, turning on the magic crystal lamp for them.

Soft light streamed down from the ceiling, instantly transforming the dimly lit room from a dark room into a standard suite.

Looking at the simple and clean furnishings around them, the two sisters were stunned. They hadn't expected that their living conditions were actually...not bad.

At the time, this guy threw the key to them and told them to go in by themselves. They were naive enough to think they were being locked in a dark room.

Missy looked at the two of them with a strange expression.

Feel……

The devils in Shanghai aren't very smart.

Is it really okay to let such a guy infiltrate human society?

If this is all fine, she feels that Yuxi is also acceptable.

However, no matter what, the Demon King's plan is not something little Missy can question; she only needs to carry it out.

Here, take it.

With a flick of her right hand, Missy saw something being thrown at the two sisters sitting on the floor, landing on the bed behind them.

Not a torture device —

Instead, it features a skirt adorned with lace and ribbons.

The two delicate and gorgeous long dresses, so exquisite they looked like they had been cut from a magazine, seemed out of place with the room's simple decor and were completely different from the style of the cemetery.

"Try them on." Missy found a comfortable position and leaned against the door frame, her gaze sweeping over the two sisters.

The two succubi from Shanghai didn't hesitate and quickly took off their clothes and put on the clothes that Lady Missy had thrown to them.

The clothes had many ribbons, and even though the two of them were working together to put them on, it still took quite a while.

Finally, after the two succubi finished dressing, Missy yawned and gave the instructions given by the Demon King.

"These are your performance costumes. You can get used to them."

Kiki and Nana were stunned.

"Perform, act?"

"Is it in the Great Cemetery?!"

"The Great Cemetery? No, no, no, the little devil doesn't like seeing that."

Missy snapped her fingers, as if announcing something trivial, while also representing all the players except for Little Devil.

"The Demon King has bought a grand theater on Queen Street in Thunder City. From now on, your job will be to perform there. The name is... the Iris Flower Theatre Company!"

"Go to human cities?!"

Nana suddenly raised her head, her face as white as paper.

Her sister Kiki felt the same way; fear welled up in her eyes as she recalled what Professor Ernos had said in class.

Human knights will rip their guts out—

Then force them to eat it back.

"No... I will be burned at the stake by the church!"

"Don't worry."

Looking at the coward from Shanghai, Misi waved her hand dismissively.

"Right now, the Demon King calls the shots in Thunder City. As long as you hide your tails and horns, no one will dare touch a hair on your head. That should be easy for you succubi, right? Of course, if any fool dares to cause trouble, feel free to tell me..."

A wicked smile curled at the corners of her lips, revealing her sharp teeth.

"Hehehe, someone will teach them a lesson!"

The two sisters looked at each other, unsure of what expression to make.

As reason gradually prevailed, they finally remembered Lord Luo Yan's reputation as the "Human Tamer," and their pupils shone with hope.

"However, the first scene only needs one female lead."

Missy spread his hands.

"Who's coming?"

Silence flowed quietly.

Qiqi glanced at her younger sister, who was swallowing hard, took a deep breath, and, despite her still weak legs, stood up straight.

"I'll do it."

Someone has to go and scout ahead.

If there is any real danger, we can't let her younger sister face it.

"Hmm... I have no objection." Misi scratched his head, really unable to understand what was going on in the head of the succubus from Shanghai, and why she had such a heroic expression.

Isn't that interesting?

It's a pity that the Demon King wouldn't let Yuxi go; otherwise, she would have definitely recommended Yuxi to the Iris Theatre Troupe to showcase the wonders of Nightmare Land to humanity.

Demons don't share the same joys and sorrows, and even the succubus sisters from the Demon City had no idea what was going on in this little devil's head.

Qiqi mustered her courage and whispered.

"Could I... take a look at the script first?"

"Ah, no problem, that's what I was just about to say. You'd better memorize it as soon as possible."

As she spoke, Missy reached behind her and quickly handed a small booklet to Qiqi.

The cover had no fancy decorations, only two large gold-stamped characters that gleamed with a cold light under the dim light.

"The Bell".

Judging from the name, it seems to be a story about Saint Sith.

To have the devil perform the play of Saint Sith is truly blasphemous.

She silently recited the words in her heart, turned to the title page of "The Bell Tolls," only to find that what she saw was neither the sound of bells nor any deities.

In the remote city of Granston, there lies a village where an ancient and absurd rule exists—

Every couple must pay a fee to the castle for the "bell of purity" the night before their wedding; otherwise, the castle bells will not ring for the wedding.

Without the ringing of bells, the wedding cannot take place.

This is tradition, divine will, and the law.

She had only intended to glance at them casually, but the moment her eyes fell upon the words, it was as if she were being drawn in by some invisible force...

(End of this chapter)