Chapter 236: You’re The Only Wife I’ll Ever Have
How could someone as sweet—and as manipulative—as Primrose be considered holy? The Moon Goddess must’ve been drunk if she truly chose Primrose as her holy saintess.
"Ah, I apologize for the inconvenience, Your Majesty," said another priest, Silvan Dawncreast, bowing slightly. "We were just ... overwhelmed by what you said. You heard the Moon Goddess’ voice without performing any long, sacred rituals."
"Maybe I was just lucky," Primrose replied with a polite smile.
"I don’t think ’lucky’ is the right word to describe your situation, Your Majesty," Elarion said. "Your marriage must be so full of love and happiness that the Moon Goddess was eager to speak to you."
[Yes, yes ... His Majesty has been looking at his wife with so much love this whole time.]
[I knew it. He truly loves her with all his heart!]
Primrose quietly gritted her teeth. Just moments ago, these same priests were thinking her husband was some unholy creature filled with lust and perverted thoughts—which, alright, he kind of was—but he was so much more than that.
And now? Now they were praising him endlessly.
Then Edmund suddenly asked something that silenced the room.
"Do you think this means the Moon Goddess won’t separate me from my wife?" he said softly. "That maybe ... she’ll grant my wife a long lifespan like mine?"
For a moment, no one said a word, even the priests stopped breathing.
[It’s still impossible for a human to live as long as a beast.]