‘There are no flaws except for the fact that his appearance is slightly inferior to when I was alive.’

Chreshler evaluated Grid. It was the highest praise. The pope was born as a genius, blessed by the Goddess, and praised as the greatest man throughout his entire life, so he had a very high vision. From the perspective of he, who saw even the weaknesses of the only one he loved, Marie Rose, Grid was the first to have no flaws in his abilities.

‘He will join with Marie Rose in the capacity of the Blood King... I have no choice but to admit it...’

Yes, he wasn’t being deprived of Marie Rose. He was just acknowledging the other person and yielding of his own will. Chreshler comforted himself as if trying to brainwash himself. It was to calm the brain that was burning with passion and to gain a mental victory. Thanks to this, his reluctant feeling gradually improved and his mind cleared. He could see the situation objectively.

‘In the first place, Grid is a great god. Even taking into account the powerful beings like the dragons, his status on the surface is comparable to that of the heavenly gods. A man like that joining with Marie Rose... they are qualified to form a union... no, only Grid is qualified.’

If he had known this would be the case, he would’ve asked for a bigger coffin. Chreshler had no doubt that he would be used as a ‘honeymoon room.’ To be precise, he was determined to make it happen. He was in the midst of worrying for no reason when...