episode_0359

One month since the Holy War.

A lot had happened since then.

I had reunited with Skadia, received permission from Father to associate with Isis, and crushed the Bretes family with Alisa.

In any case, after countless events, too many to count on my fingers, I finally took 11 brides.

Even I think it’s a ridiculous number.

‘It’s a good thing I excluded a few.’

Leona, who was practically in an adulterous relationship, and Ursilla, who had committed numerous crimes as an apostle of the Dark Church.

Public marriage was impossible with either of them.

Of course, if I used my power to force it, there would be nothing I couldn’t do, but neither of them seemed to particularly want that.

As I reminisced about the past, it was time to move.

“Groom, enter!”

At the officiant’s signal, I slowly walked down the aisle, following the open doors.

The guest seats were filled with splendid faces, from the Empire’s Emperor to the Church’s Pope, the Tower Masters, and key figures from each nation.

I walked among them confidently, not shrinking back at all.

After all, they were all weaker than me.

‘But why does she have that expression?’

Among the many faces, Arisha caught my eye, her face contorted like an evil spirit.

I didn’t know what she was so displeased about.

Even when I went to get permission for my marriage with Aris, she had been snappish and provocative the whole time, and now she was acting like this at the wedding itself.

Did she really not want her sister to be ‘taken away’?

The expression “taken away” was ridiculous to begin with, but I couldn’t find any other reason.

I simply ignored her and ascended the platform.

“Brides, enter!”

Immediately following, 12 brides entered.

Rustle—

Isis, in her wedding dress, walked forward, holding her father Ian’s hand.

Behind them, Deborah and Roxana.

Alisa and Pernia.

Skadia and Aris.

Regina and Sara.

The Saintess and Repentia followed.

Yes. Repentia.

It turned out that I had ended up in ‘that kind of relationship’ with the Goddess-nim as well.

This might have been the fated outcome from the moment she showed me her lower body, declaring she would apologize with her vagina.

A murmur spread through the guest seats as they discovered the Goddess.

“The Goddess-nim, truly…”

“The Saintess-nim is also with her.”

“Now, it’s completely Ruan Friuli’s world.”

The birth of an unshakable absolute throne.

The gazes of the guests, convinced of this, did not leave me for a long time.

Of course, I had no interest in such things.

‘Everyone looks beautiful.’

Not that they weren’t beautiful before, but perhaps because a professional’s touch reached every corner, each of their charms became even more vivid.

Soon, everyone stood on the platform, centered around me.

After various procedures, the most crucial moment arrived.

“Now, we will have the marriage vows. Groom Ruan Friuli, do you vow to love your brides Isis Friuli, Deborah, Roxana, Alisa Bretes, Pernia, Skadia Maryland, Aris Yggdrasil, Iris, and Repentia for life?”

“Yes. I vow.”

“Next, bride Isis Friuli, do you vow to love Ruan Friuli for life?”

“Yes!”

That was how the officiant received consent from each of the 12 brides, one by one.

“Is there anyone who objects?”

And immediately after this customary question was posed, someone suddenly stood up.

“I object!”

It was none other than Arisha Yggdrasil.

She was the twin sister of Aris Yggdrasil, one of the brides.

“…On what grounds do you object?”

As the officiant asked hesitantly, Arisha suddenly rubbed her lower abdomen and then dropped a bombshell.

“I’m carrying Ruan Friuli’s child!”

As that cry spread, it felt as if the temperature in the wedding hall had dropped.

Piercing gazes from my lovers stabbed at me from all directions.

“Ruan. Tell me the truth. Is it real?”

“Ruan. Is it true? Did you get Arisha pregnant?”

“Tell me the truth while I’m still asking nicely! When did it happen!”

“You told me ‘later’ when I said I wanted to get pregnant!”

All the brides expressed passionate emotions, grabbing and shaking my body.

‘Even until the very end, it’s chaos.’

I had hoped it would be quiet, at least on my wedding day.

This is all my karma.

I ended up clutching my forehead.

BONUS: Afterword

Hello. This is OneEyes! The story, ‘After Transmigrating as an Academy Rapist,’ has finally concluded.

Honestly, readers will likely feel uneasy. You might be thinking, “There’s so much left to resolve, so why would I end it like this?”

I think so too. Originally, I was planning to serialize side stories after taking about a week of rest.

But then I happened to see it. Those three characters: ‘Contest’!

Even though I knew the contest was a fierce battleground for the top talents, and a nobody like me would only taste frustration and end up losing, my gaze was drawn to it.

If I miss this opportunity, there won’t be another for a year, so is it right to just let it go? Wouldn’t it be better to at least participate and gain some experience?

This temptation has been tormenting me every day. So, I finally made a decision.

To participate in the contest.

However, that doesn’t mean I’m completely cutting off the possibility of side stories. Even if it’s slow, I plan to write them little by little.

Of course, it will take a long time. I’m not a fast writer to begin with, and I also have to prepare for the contest.

Anyway, that’s why I’ve put up the ‘completed’ tag for now and plan to upload all the side stories at once later.

Even so, the plan might change at any time.

If the contest goes badly, I’ll have more time.

Then, I look forward to meeting you again. Thank you for all your love so far.