The glorified new civilization has just begun, opened with the union of the King of Luminesia with a pure-blooded Princess of Mythoria Raya.

The two of them sat in the wedding altar, looking at the excitement of the party, everyone looked happy, maybe some were secretly suffering.

Zoravar stared at his bride, his hand outstretched, grabbing her chin gently to look her in the eyes.

"I hope in you, my concubine."

The rough hand turned to caress her neck, "I will try everything with you, until the son I have been waiting for is born, again and again, if in the end you are the same as the Queen, then I will marry again, and again, so, try hard, so that you can be useful to me, and Luminesia."