The courtyard overflowed with guests from various backgrounds, each fortunate enough to secure an invitation.
And even then, only a select few received invitations.
Now, they stood before Avalon's castle, where the event would soon take place—specifically, the main hall, which had been newly renovated for this occasion.
Stepping inside, they were stunned by the sheer grandeur of the place.
The once-ordinary tiles were replaced with Rodo Onyx Marble, a rare and luxurious stone blending deep black with veins of crimson and gold.
Guests couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and disbelief as they walked across the priceless flooring, realizing that what would be a lifeti luxury for many was treated as re steppingstones.
"This is the sa stone used in the academy's training ground, right? Why are they using it here?". A noble let out a wry smile
He struggled to comprehend the sheer extravagance, finding the new ruler's choices nothing short of wasteful.
But that was just the beginning.
Looking up, everyone was greeted by a radiant light that seed to seep into their very bodies, easing fatigue and making them more comfortable.
Chandeliers, crafted from ancient volcanic crystal, hung from the ceiling, their brilliance unmatched.
This Volcanic Crystal underwent extensive tempering, with only a few produced each year.
Known for its beneficial effects on the body, most people used it as a personal lamp to aid in rejuvenation and promote deep, restful sleep.
Yet here, they could count at least a hundred of them.
Each chandelier held thousands of these precious crystals, casually embedded into the intricate talwork.
"Look at the table… That's Obsidian Onyx tal!" one of the guests exclaid.
It was the sa material used by Demon Lords for their weapons and armor.
Looking closer, its surface glead with a dark, glass-like sheen, reflecting the ambient glow of the energy stones above.
"Isn't this too much?" another sighed, shaking their head.
As they scanned the room, they noticed the servers—humanoid demons, powerful beings in their own right, yet here they rely played the role of attendants.
But that wasn't the only thing that made them eye catching.
Every server was dressed in Gema Spider Silk clothing—an expensive fabric so rare that even most nobles wore it as a symbol of status.
Now, seeing the servants clad in the sa material, many nobles felt a wave of embarrassnt.
What they once considered a luxury was nothing more than a uniform here.
Unfortunately, it was too late to change. Even if they had the ti, finding sothing more extravagant would be nearly impossible.
All they could do was accept it and play along. At least they weren't alone in their misery.
Misery loves company, after all. So nobles avoided looking at each other, while others exchanged awkward glances, silently agreeing to never speak of it.
"Darling. What are those things?" A woman pointed out.
In the center of each table, a holographic projection hovered, displaying a golden sun with a dragon coiling around it—objects that ca from Eryx.
At first, Asher had no plans to give one to Lorene, but she insisted that he provide sothing.
She even demanded that it be unique.
In the end, he gave her exactly that—a collection of holographic orbs that projected intricate images.
But unlike normal holograms that looked translucent, this one appeared almost solid—so lifelike it was hard to tell if it was real or not.
At this point, the guests decided to stop questioning the everything and just took their seats. I
If they kept thinking about it, they might actually pass out.
Slowly, the entire hall began to fill up, and the food started arriving.
As expected, it was nothing short of the rarest and most expensive delicacies the world had to offer.
Dishes made from powerful magic beasts, rare herbs, and exotic ingredients covered the tables, each one sothing that most people could only dream of tasting.
To complent the feast, an array of equally rare drinks was presented—wines aged for centuries, enchanted liquors that enhanced the senses, and whiskeys so refined that even a single sip could make an ordinary human rethink their entire life.
Then, the music began—but not from the stage.
Instead, it ca from a large pool at the center of the hall.
Dozens of rmaids and rn lounged in the shimring water, their laughter mixing with the gentle splashing of waves.
The rmaids were breathtaking—ethereal beauties with flawless skin that glowed under the enchanted lights.
They wore no clothing, just their shimring scales—strategically placed over their breasts, gleaming in hues of sapphire, erald, and gold.
The rn held finely crafted instrunts, their fingers moving skillfully over the strings and keys, while the rmaids began to sing.
Their voices intertwined, filling the air with a soothing, almost hypnotic lody that made the entire hall enter a dream like state.
Just as the mood was beginning to settle, the royal families finally arrived.
The other guests still showed them respect, and so even tried to cozy up to them for old tis' sake.
But deep inside, the royal families knew the truth—being here only highlighted how much their status had weakened.
Still, what choice did they have? Refusing to attend would have been seen as outright rebellion.
So, they remained seated, masking their unease with smiles, pretending everything was fine.
"It's still really hard to believe," Mara of the Succubus Clan sighed.
She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as she watched her best friend rise to the top in a single leap.
Though if there was a silver lining, it was that her family and the Morningstars were close allies.
It was a relief that her father made the right choice by refusing to exile the Morningstar family when others had turned against them.
Now, that decision was paying off in ways no one could have predicted.
'Maybe I still have a chance with him? Powerful people deserve to have multiple wives. And it's not like Lucy can stop him from having concubines. ' She giggled to herself, the thought sending an itchy feeling through her body.
10 minutes later.
As the last of the guests settled into their seats, the hall dimd slightly, and a spotlight shone on the grand stage.
A tall figure stepped forward—Lucian.
Dressed in ceremonial robes embroidered with red runes, he let his gaze sweep over the gathered nobles, royals, wealthy rchants, and high-ranking guests.
"Guests, friends, and allies, I welco you all to this grand occasion." His words echoed through the hall.
"Tonight, we do not simply celebrate the union of my daughter. We witness the beginning of a new era."
A brief pause allowed the words to sink in.
"So, I thank each and every one of you for coming. So of you have traveled great distances, others have set aside your own affairs to be here. "
"Your presence is not just appreciated—it is a sign that you all respect my son-in-law, which, I must admit, makes a little less worried."
A few chuckles rippled through the crowd, though so guests shifted uncomfortably.
His last words, lighthearted as they seed, carried a deeper aning. Acknowledge the new rule, or risk being consud.
What was happening now was a common pattern—while Asher was at the top, those beneath him were the ones truly abusing their power.
Asher himself would not ddle in these affairs. He didn't care about politics or how this place was run.
Unfortunately, Lucian's way of handling things was slowly painting his son-in-law as a ruthless dictator.
Every decision, every show of extravagance, every subtle warning only reinforced the idea that they ruled with an iron grip.
And as for Asher, well, even if he knew, he wouldn't be bothered by it.
As Lucian continued to speak, everyone listened attentively, though their thoughts varied.
So nodded in agreent, others exchanged subtle glances, weighing their own positions in this new order.
Among the many reactions, however, was one of pure intrigue.
I'm getting more and more curious about this Overlord," a drop-dead gorgeous woman giggled, hiding half of her face behind a delicate black fan.
Her companions glanced at her but chose to stay silent.
She was the sa girl from before, the one with a bold, rebellious style.
But tonight, her look had turned more eye catching—a gothic elegance.
The dark lashes framing her sharp eyes complented the almost see-through silk of her gown, making her presence impossible to ignore.
Even among the powerful, she stood out. So demon kings stole glances in her direction, though their eyes weren't just drawn to her beauty.
The way her gown clung to her figure, particularly around her chest, left little to the imagination.
She was well aware of the attention.
However, her focus wasn't on getting more n to droll over her tempting body.
Her thoughts were fixed on the infamous overlord.
CREAK!
The grand doors at the end of the hall opened.
Silence fell over as every eyes turned toward the entrance.
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