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Chapter 151: Empire bride selection uproar 2

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by Zil

“Hmmm, this is a tough one. There are other daughters out there, but ……”

Rejected by his three daughters, Zacharias became annoyed.

As emperor, Zacharias had many daughters. If one includes the daughters born to noblemen and commoners, the total number of daughters could reach forty.

But ……among them must be close in age to Raidorl and unmarried. In addition, there are only four people in this room who have the “rank” to match Raidorl, whose mother has a high status and will eventually become the king of the Kingdom of Zain.

If he were to marry a girl of lesser rank, it would give the impression that Zacharias was disrespecting Raidorl.

If he were dealing with a bunch of random tribesmen or colonial lords, that would be fine, but Raidorl is the holder of the Holy Sword. Zacharias foresaw that he would eventually rival him, and he did not wish to be neglected.

“…… Father. Why do you skip me and proceed with the three of them?”

Mariastella, who had been left out of the conversation, spoke to her father, who was lost in thought.

Mariastella smiled serenely, but her voice had a quiet intensity to it, and she carried behind her an aura of anger like a lioness whose territory has been ravaged.

“As for the unmarried princess, so am I. Then why don’t you turn to me, the oldest of them all? Why is it that I am not mentioned?”

“Hmm? No,because……I’m not going to marry you off.”

“HM??”

Mariastella raises her eyebrows in response to the words that were spoken as a matter of course.

“Then why did you call me? You made me hope that the time had come for me to get married!”

Mariastella Rin Althlein is twenty-five years old.

When you consider that the ideal age for marriage in the empire is around 20, it’s almost time to be called a “late bride”.

Her sisters of the same age were already married off to vassals, noblemen and other powerful men, and Mariastella was more sensitive to the word ‘marriage’ than anyone else.

“Oi,oi… I’ve invited you here, only to ask your opinion as the first princess. As a ‘saint’, you are the country’s best asset. There’s no way I’m letting you marry into another country.”

“…..!!!”

Mariastella’s shapely lips pursed.

The reason why Mariastella, the first and eldest of the princesses, is still unmarried is because she has the special title of “saint”.

A saint is a title given to a woman who has mastered the “divine arts” handed down in the northern religious state of Gold Cross.

The Divine Art is an ancient form of magic that was severed by the Great Calamity three hundred years ago, and is particularly effective against demons.

Its power to create wards to keep demons away, and to purify poison and curses from demons is extremely rare, and it was the Empire’s second trump card after the three holy swords.

The reason why the Alsatian Empire, which aims to conquer the continent, has formed an alliance with the God of the North with them having a tradition of the divine arts.

Mariastella’s mother was married from the God’s Own Country and that is why she was also able to master the divine art. There is one part of this divine art that is very difficult to handle.

It means that it can only be used on a person with a ‘clean body’. In other words, divine art can only be used by virgins.

Mariastella’s vows of chastity and abstinence from fornication were very powerful, and were essential for the Empire in its fight against witchcraft.

For this reason, even now, at the age of twenty-five, Mariastella is not allowed to marry, and has remained single, whether she wants to or not.

“So…… again I missed a marriage……”

Mariastella took a step or two backwards, a look of shocked despair on her face. She collapsed onto the sofa and turned her face down with a crestfallen look on her face.

She looked as if she had been burned out, like a fighter who had just finished a long, hard fight.

“……I’m a late bride anyway. I’ll be thirty in five years. In fifteen years I will be forty. After twenty-five years, I’ll be…… ughuuuuu!”

“……..ahm,well, aside from Mariastella, if you’re going to marry the prince of Zain, I think you should go for Célia.”

Beatrice looked away from Mariastella, who was mumbling to herself with her face turned down. Beatrice makes this suggestion awkwardly.

Whatever it is, just get it over with: Beatrice’s face showed her inner thoughts.

“She’s been in Zain for half a year, hasn’t she? Isn’t it about time she got used to the water there?”

“Oi,oi,oi……Célia is the holder of the Holy Sword, okay? She’s the one we can’t give up to Zain.”

“Ara? I don’t think so. I forgot.”

“……She’s your sister. You should pay a little more attention to her.”

Zacharias said dismissively.

Beatrice is a half-sister to Célia and should be closer to her than anyone else.

But Beatrice is interested only in beautiful boys, gold, silver and jewels. She has never felt any affection for her sister.

She is a stark contrast to Célia, who is innocent and kind-hearted, and their similarities in facial features make the difference in personality all the more striking.

The three princesses. Mariastella, who is a saint, and Célia, who is the holder of the Holy Sword.

All the women in the royal family of Alsatian who could match with Raidorl were wiped out. There are no other women who could be used in a political marriage.

“Should I try to find someone of a lower rank? Or, less pleasantly, to order as …… emperor..”

Zacharias pondered with a difficult expression.

When it came to war, he could push through most things by force, but family relationships were not so easy.

The most powerful of emperors could also be nothing more than a father at home.

“…… is a no-brainer. I’ll have to consider this one again.”

“Aye, wait for me!”

“Mmmm?”

Zacharias wanted to end the conversation, but …… suddenly, he was interrupted.

A salon with the emperor and four princesses. And then a new intruder appears.

“The Empire has a mistress! The real deal is here!”

With an arrogant, strangely theatrical tone, the intruder threw open the window from the outside and burst into the room.

Carolia, who was standing by the window, screamed ‘Hyaaaaaaa’ and fell on her buttocks.

What appeared was a girl with a strange appearance.

Her hair was emerald green and translucent. Her skin was pearly white and smooth as an egg. Her eyes were as blue as the sky and as clear as day.

She wears a white bikini with a top and bottom that looks like underwear, and a very colourful gown that she wears like a cape. It was a very revealing outfit for a young lady of her age.

The girl’s appearance and dress were very striking, but what made her even more unusual was the fact that both of her ears were long and pointed.

The girl who jumped in through the window had physical characteristics similar to those of a sub-race of people known as elves.