For 15 years Gabriel won countless wars that made the Emperor recognize his abilities. The chief mercenary was eventually given the title of Marquess and given the nickname "Dragon Protector of the Empire".

Feeling inadequate, Gabriel asked the Emperor for a wife because no woman wanted him considering he had been a cruel and bloodthirsty mercenary indiscriminately. But a nobleman with the title of Baron gave him their frail daughter. And Gabriel accepted.

A dark, intimidating aura enveloped him, the pungent smell of blood coming from him. He was so tall and big, he was the most dangerous man, the greatest and strongest man in the empire.

He looked at his little bride, the girl's body was so slender and petite, she was probably fragile. But he didn't care. He lifted her chin with his forefinger and made her look at him.

"I heard you were weak, but I didn't expect you to be this 'weak'. Even my sword is heavier than your body."

Gabriel showed no satisfaction or dissatisfaction, he just scrutinized his little bride who was so white and small like cotton.