Time is a funny thing. Sometimes you feel it crawls as slowly as a snail...
But if you're not careful, a week can just pass by silently.
And during this week, Whitley had, for a rare change, not shown up during everyone's training sessions.
It wasn't that he was completely unconcerned about Goku and the others' training—
After all, the team included Broly, whose mind was temporarily not all there, but whose power was ridiculously strong!
This guy was a walking instability factor, and Whitley had actually wanted to be on-site to supervise.
But... sigh!
Now, whenever Whitley thought back to the banquet at Kami's Lookout a week ago, and Vados's "world-destroying" level speech...
Whitley could feel his scalp tingle! And his legs even felt a little weak.
Whenever Whitley recalled the scene of that celestial beauty uttering the words "master" and "father" in her charming voice, he couldn't help but swallow hard!
He could feel his heart begin to race again.
It really wasn't his fault!
There was simply no way around it. This woman's game... was on a whole other level!
That kind of soul-deep teasing was simply impossible to defend against!
So, this week, Whitley had decisively chosen to play ostrich, temporarily "avoiding her sharp edge."
In order to not think back on that scene, Whitley's daily schedule was now packed to the brim!
In the morning, he would meditate without fail, comprehending and cultivating Ultra Instinct and divine ki.
During the day, he would be almost completely soaked in the gravity room, repeatedly tempering his body and ki, venting all the restless energy caused by Vados into his training.
After coming out of the gravity room in the evening, drenched in sweat but feeling exhilarated from his training, he would occasionally go for a walk with Bulma.
The two of them would stroll hand in hand through the streets of West City like the most ordinary couple, buying novel snacks from street vendors and sharing a cheap drink.
Sometimes, when the mood struck, Whitley would even carefully arrange a romantic program—
Fresh flowers flown in by air, a carefully arranged candlelight dinner, an excellent vintage of red wine, and finally...
A luxurious presidential suite with a bed covered in rose petals.
In this sweet and fulfilling week of their own little world, Whitley had almost completely forgotten about the great "trouble" that was Vados.
And Vados indeed had not appeared before him again.
During this period, when Whis and Beerus came to Earth to confirm the final status of the contestants, Whis had even teased him with an extremely ambiguous tone. "Ohohoho~ Whitley-san, my dear sister has been summoned by the Grand Priest to Lord Zeno's palace this week. Allow me to congratulate you in advance, you're in for some bad luck~"
Whitley had been completely baffled at the time. "What does Vados going to Zeno's palace have to do with me? Don't tell me Lord Zeno is so bored that he's going to force a marriage? Impossible, that's highly unlikely!"
He just thought Whis was being mysterious again.
But when Whis heard his unconcerned tone, the mysterious smile on his face deepened, and he covered his mouth with his sleeve and chuckled. "Ohohoho~ that's not necessarily true, Whitley-san~ and... according to some little rumors I've heard, it might... not be as simple as just 'congratulations'~"
"This..."
Whitley muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to think too deeply.
Who could guess the minds of Zeno and that strange Grand Priest?
After inspecting the participants, who had finished their training and were now resting and recuperating, with a "very satisfied" Beerus...
The heart that had been hanging in Beerus's throat finally settled back into his stomach.
He looked at Goku, Vegeta, Broly, and the others, who were full of spirit and whose ki was clearly much stronger than a week ago, and secretly felt relieved. "Thank goodness! Thank goodness I have a reliable guy like Whitley to worry about these things! If the selection and special training were all left to me..."
Thinking of the troublesome workload, Beerus couldn't help but shiver.
He was now more and more satisfied with Whitley. He couldn't help but pull Whitley aside and whisper, "You did a good job, kid! These guys... hmm, except for that bald shorty and that green-skinned one whose power is still a bit lacking, the others are all very good!"
He patted Whitley's shoulder firmly, his tone becoming exceptionally solemn. "You, kid! You have to perform well in this Tournament of Power! I just got some inside information. The universe that wins first place this time will get a very, very good reward! And the most outstanding individual will also get an extra mysterious award! You have to get it for me, kid! You must! You must lead them to win first place! Otherwise..."
Beerus's expression became extremely grave. Whis, at his side, interjected at the perfect moment, adding in his eternally elegant but now extremely punchable tone, "Otherwise~ the entire Universe 7 will all turn into cosmic dust! Oh my, that's not right. Lord Zeno will make all existence disappear completely, not even dust will remain~"
"WHIS!!"
Beerus was so angry his fur was about to stand on end. He bared his teeth at Whis and said irritably, "Can't you say something nice, you bastard?! Our universe will definitely get first place! Don't you forget we still have Whitley! He's..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but it was clear that he was full of confidence in Whitley.
Whitley found the rarely flustered Beerus rather amusing. He reached out and patted Beerus's shoulder, his tone relaxed but filled with an unquestionable confidence. "Alright, relax! I've got this!"
After Whitley had gathered everyone, the moment to depart for the God of Destruction's Realm finally arrived!
Everyone gathered on the plaza of Kami's Lookout, ready to head to the incredibly distant God of Destruction's Realm, the venue for the fascinating, and for some, terrifying, Tournament of Power!
When it was time to leave, Whitley had originally planned to just use Instant Transmission and take everyone there directly.
After all, it was time-saving and labor-saving.
But Beerus shook his head like a rattle-drum, his face written all over with disapproval.
"No! Absolutely not!"
Beerus was very serious and tried to persuade Whitley earnestly. "You are our most important ace! Our main combatant! Your main task now is to rest and recuperate, and maintain your best condition! Leave the traveling to Whis!"
After speaking, he turned his head to look at Whis, who had a "watching a show" expression on his face. "Whis, it's up to you."
Whis smiled slightly, and for a rare change, he put away some of his usual joking manner and bowed solemnly. "Please leave everything to me, Lord Beerus."
Just as Whis raised his staff, preparing to pack everyone up and take them away, an aircraft with the Capsule Corp logo suddenly broke through the air at extremely high speed!
Then, with a beautiful sharp turn, it landed steadily on the Lookout's plaza.
Right in front of everyone.
Whitley knew who it was the moment he saw the logo.
Sure enough, the moment the aircraft's hatch opened, Bulma's familiar and slightly complaining voice came from inside. "Hey! You guys! Wait for me! I have to be at such an important occasion too!"
"Tsk!"
Beerus clicked his tongue in disgust, his face filled with annoyance. "Why is this troublesome woman also coming to join the fun..."
Before he could finish, he suddenly got hit on the head.
"What did you say? That's my wife! And... how much of my family's food have you eaten during this period?"
Whitley protectively defended his wife, glaring at Beerus speechlessly.
Beerus's face instantly darkened.
But since Whitley was about to represent their universe in the tournament, Beerus could only let out a stifled snort and turn his head away to sulk.
Whitley couldn't be bothered with him. He walked up and very naturally took Bulma's hand, saying softly, "Why are you here? I'm going to be fighting today. There will be a lot of people there, it might be a little dangerous."
"Hmph! I'm going to cheer for you guys! If the whole universe is going to be gone, do you think it's not dangerous to stay on Earth?"
Bulma rolled her eyes at him and squeezed his hand back. "And... how could I miss out on such a lively event? I am the wife of the candidate God of Destruction of Universe 7! You did propose to me, you know!"
"Alright, alright, you're right."
Whitley was helpless against her. He shook his head with a smile, then nodded to Whis. "Everyone's here, let's go, Whis."
Whis smiled and nodded, and his staff tapped the ground lightly.
VMMMM—!
A gentle force instantly enveloped everyone present.
Their figures immediately turned into a brilliant streak of light and shot into the sky, breaking through Earth's atmosphere in the blink of an eye and disappearing into the vast, boundless depths of space.
However, at the very moment they turned into a streak of light and were about to leave Earth completely, another, slightly cool but very soft small hand quietly, and with a bit of a probing meaning, slipped into Whitley's other hand.
Whitley was slightly taken aback, but he did not turn his head, nor did he pull away.
He knew, of course, whose hand this was—it could only be No. 18.
Feeling that Whitley had not rejected her, the corners of No. 18's mouth couldn't help but curve upwards, and an extremely bright and brilliant smile appeared on her lips.
Her blue eyes sparkled with the joy of success and a great sense of satisfaction.
She had finally gotten one step closer to him!
It was as if countless small flowers were blooming joyfully in No. 18's heart.
...
Meanwhile, at this time in Zeno's palace.
Vados's figure now appeared outside the grand gates of the palace.
And at the gate stood the Grand Priest, who had been waiting for her arrival.
Seeing his daughter, who was top-tier in temperament, ability, and appearance, a gratified smile appeared on the Grand Priest's face.
"Vados, you've come," the Grand Priest's voice was gentle and full of authority.
After a simple greeting, the Grand Priest went straight to the point. "How have you been getting along with that Whitley-san? Has he... made any unreasonable demands or offensive moves towards you?"
He paused, his eyes becoming exceptionally serious. "Vados, Lord Zeno will personally bestow the marriage upon you and Whitley shortly. This is a major event that concerns your lifelong happiness. If you are unwilling, or if you have any dissatisfaction with him, you can raise it now. I am your father! I do not wish for my daughter to marry someone she does not like and cannot accept."
Vados shook her head lightly after hearing his heartfelt words.
A smile of great interest appeared on her beautiful face, the kind of look one has when discovering a new and fascinating toy. "That won't be necessary, Father."
Her voice was still elegant, but it had an extra, imperceptible tremor. "I am... very satisfied with my future husband, Whitley-san. He is... very different."
"Oh?"
The Grand Priest's interest was piqued. "It seems that something very interesting has happened between you two?"
Vados smiled slightly, and the amusing scene of Whitley, flustered by her teasing but ultimately choosing to "flee," flashed through her mind.
But of course, she would not tell her father these details. She just said implicitly, "Indeed, some... hmm, insignificant little episodes have occurred. But this has made me feel even more that he is a very... 'special' man. I am willing to accept this arrangement. I have no dissatisfaction in my heart."
Hearing his daughter's answer, the Grand Priest nodded with some relief. "That is good. You are my proudest daughter and have always had the strongest mind of your own. Since you are satisfied, that is for the best. Well then... follow me inside. Lord Zeno is already waiting for you."
As he spoke, the Grand Priest turned and led Vados into the supreme Zeno's palace.
The interior of the palace was vast and solemn.
Below Zeno's huge divine throne, Vados bowed respectfully to the Zeno above. "Lord Zeno, Vados has come for an audience."
Zeno's small body seemed very interested in Vados's recent affairs.
He jumped down from his throne with a "hup," ran up to Vados with a "patter-patter" of his short legs, and tilted his round little head up, his face filled with curiosity and innocence.
"Hey, hey! Vados, I say~"
Lord Zeno's voice was as childish as a child's. "That Whitley... what kind of person is he? To think that the Grand Priest would be willing to marry you to him~ I'm really curious!"
Vados knelt down and lowered her head slightly to be at eye level with Zeno, her tone respectful yet composed. "Reporting to Lord Zeno, please forgive Vados for not being able to give you the most complete answer. Because the time I have spent with Whitley-san is still too short."
Seeing the disappointed look on Zeno's small face, Vados smiled slightly and smoothly changed the subject. "However, there is one thing I can tell you very clearly, Lord Zeno."
She now thought of Whitley's flustered yet composed reaction to her powerful offensive, and a faint, almost imperceptible blush appeared on her beautiful face, her eyes becoming a little dreamy. "Whitley-san... he is a truly 'interesting' man."
"Huh?! Very interesting?!"
Hearing this, Lord Zeno immediately clapped his small hands happily and bounced on the spot a couple of times, saying with envy, "That's great, that's great! I'm so jealous of you, Vados. You'll have someone to play games with in the future!"
"Ahem."
The Grand Priest at the side cleared his throat at the right moment, reminding Zeno to pay attention to his divine decorum.
Only then did Zeno rein himself in a little, but he still muttered under his breath, "The Grand Priest is so boring... I just wanted to chat with Vados a little more..."
The Grand Priest sighed helplessly and couldn't be bothered with too much ceremony.
He walked up and gently picked up the dawdling Zeno, who was unwilling to return to his divine seat, and carefully placed him back on the throne. After carefully tidying his robes, he returned to his respectful position at the side.
Zeno seemed a little unhappy now, but he was sensible enough not to throw a tantrum.
He reached out his small hand and picked up a scroll that was emitting a faint glow from the huge table that seemed to be made of starlight.
"Here, Vados, this is for you."
Zeno handed the scroll to Vados, who had stepped forward. "This is the divine decree for your marriage~ I even added a lot of extra things to it!"
Vados received the heavy divine decree, which was imbued with supreme authority, with both hands.
Zeno counted on his fingers, as if listing his treasures. "For example~ I wrote that even if Whitley becomes an official God of Destruction in the future, if the Supreme Kai his life is linked to dies, Whitley won't die with him! And, and~ when a universe needs to be erased, Whitley won't be affected! Amazing, right!"
Hearing these terms, a hint of surprise flashed in Vados's eyes, and she looked up at her father, the Grand Priest.
The Grand Priest smiled and nodded, his tone deep and a little mysterious. "Vados, he is, after all, your future husband. We have decided to grant him special treatment and authority equal to that of an angel. I hope that in the future, you will properly assist your husband, guide him, and allow him to strive to maintain the balance and prosperity of all the universes and make his own outstanding contributions."
"Yes! I will obey the teachings of Lord Zeno and the Grand Priest!"
Vados bowed respectfully again, holding the divine decree, which was filled with supreme grace and power, tightly in her hands.
Zeno carefully glanced at the serious Grand Priest beside him and then secretly slipped down from his throne.
He once again approached Vados, stood on his tiptoes, covered his mouth, and said to Vados in a whispering voice, "That... Vados, it's okay even if Whitley doesn't make any contributions in the future~ It's just..."
He blinked his large eyes, his gaze full of expectation. "You have to bring Whitley to play with me in the future! I also want to see that 'interesting' Whitley! It will definitely be much more fun than watching the Gods of Destruction!"
Vados couldn't help but be amused by the slightly childish Zeno and smiled as she nodded in agreement. "Of course, Lord Zeno, I will."
After Lord Zeno had finished his whisper, the Grand Priest spoke again, bringing the topic back to business. "Well then, Lord Zeno. The Tournament of Power that you ordered is about to officially begin in three hours and twenty-four minutes. Do you plan to attend the scene in Universe 7 in person, or will you watch it through a projection here in Zeno's palace?"
The moment he heard "watch through a projection," Zeno immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum. "No, no! I don't want to watch a projection! I want to go to the scene! I want to go to Universe 7! It will definitely be very lively there!"
"Then, as you wish."
The Grand Priest bowed and accepted the order, immediately turning to summon Zeno's guards and relevant entourage to prepare for the trip to Universe 7.
Before leaving, he turned back to Vados and said, "Vados, you should also make some preparations and accompany us to Universe 7 shortly."
Vados looked at the heavy divine decree of marriage in her hand and nodded in response. "Yes, I will follow your orders, Father."
...
At this moment, in Universe 7, in the God of Destruction's Realm.
The God of Destruction's Realm, which was usually quiet with only the sound of Beerus's snores and Whis's tea and snacks, was now bustling with people and excitement!
Not only were the Gods of Destruction of the eight participating universes and their ten contestants all present.
In fact, almost all the prominent figures from all twelve universes had come!
The Supreme Kais of the various universes gathered together amiably, exchanging greetings.
The Old Kai of Universe 7 was with Shin, actively greeting the Supreme Kais of the other universes, expanding Shin's divine network.
And the angels, both active and retired, were also gathered for a rare occasion.
They gathered in twos and threes, chatting elegantly, and the air was filled with a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.
And the focus of their teasing and joking was, without a doubt, Whis.
"Ohohoho~ Whis, I hear you've taken on a good disciple?" a lively angel with a cute antenna-like hairstyle said with a laugh.
"More than just a good disciple," another graceful female angel covered her mouth and chuckled. "I hear he was 'exchanged' for a meal? Whis, your plan was really a bargain!"
"It's not just a disciple anymore~"
Cus, an angel with a stylish bob and a slightly sly smile, lightly tapped the ground with her staff and said what everyone was most eager to tease about. "I hear Vados is going to marry your precious disciple? Whis, tell us, how will the seniority be calculated in the future? Will you each have your own seniority? Your disciple will call you master, and you... should you start calling that Whitley-san 'brother-in-law'? Hehehe~"
Led by Cus, the other angels also couldn't help but let out a series of well-intentioned and teasing chuckles.
Apart from a rare, helpless smile from Whis, the scene among the angels was one of harmony.
And in stark contrast to the harmony of the angels' area was the area where the Gods of Destruction were gathered.
Those Gods of Destruction who couldn't stand each other, like Champa and Beerus.
For example, Sidra, the God of Destruction of Universe 9, and Vermoud, the God of Destruction of Universe 11, were glaring at each other and snorting.
It was as if invisible sparks were crackling in the air. No one respected anyone else, and the atmosphere here was full of gunpowder!
And at the same time, Whitley, leading the team of contestants from Universe 7, had arrived in their designated rest area.
"Whoa!!!"
Goku had just sat down when his eyes widened in curiosity, and he looked around non-stop.
Looking at the various strange-shaped aliens and gods around him, he let out a cry of amazement! "It's so lively here! It feels like I'm at the World Martial Arts Tournament! And the venue is so big!"
Vegeta crossed his arms and let out a cold snort, his disdainful and contemptuous gaze sweeping over the contestants of the other universes as he muttered to himself, "Hmph, a bunch of small fry! They're just losers who will be defeated after the tournament starts, not even worth mentioning."
The tsundere prince's pride was as strong as ever.
Bulma, on the other hand, was holding Whitley's hand tightly, but her other hand was not idle.
She had already taken out her phone and was excitedly taking videos and pictures everywhere, muttering to herself, "This angle is good! That alien looks so unique! Wow! That angel lady's hairstyle is so cute! I have to try it later!"
And No. 18 was quietly following on Whitley's other side. She seemed to be looking around casually, but her sharp gaze was quickly scanning every opponent who could pose a threat.
Her gaze would occasionally and inadvertently clash with Bulma's, but both of them would immediately look away as if they had been electrocuted.
There was no verbal or even eye contact between the two, as if the other were just air.
Whitley felt this subtle low pressure around him and couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart. 'Sigh, the relationship between these two... is even worse than I thought... Can I really see this through to the end?!'
He felt that his future "happy life" was full of great challenges.
Krillin, Piccolo, Cell, and the others sat somewhat reservedly in their assigned seats.
They were both nervous and excited as they sized up the contestants around them, who all had different auras, and felt the grave atmosphere of the impending great battle.
About an hour later, under the coordination of the angels and Gods of Destruction of the various universes, the originally noisy venue gradually quieted down.
Everyone had found their places, and their gazes were all directed towards the largest open space in the middle of the venue, waiting for the arrival of the supreme being.
Just then, Goku, who was sitting behind Whitley, couldn't help but tug on Whitley's clothes and ask in a low, expectant voice, "Hey, Whitley! You said that Lord Zeno is super strong, right? If he's really that amazing... after the tournament is over, can I try to have a match with him?"
Bop!
The moment his voice fell, a sharp flick from Beerus mercilessly landed on Goku's head, making him cry out, "Ouch!"
Beerus was so angry his eyelids were twitching!
He lowered his voice and warned through gritted teeth, "You idiot!!! If you want to die, don't drag the entire Universe 7 down with you! Get that damn idea out of your head immediately! Do you hear me!!! If you dare to be disrespectful to Lord Zeno, we'll all be finished right now, even before the tournament starts!"
Goku clutched the large bump on his head and shrank back with a wronged expression, but the fighting spirit and curiosity in his eyes clearly told Beerus: This silly kid's dangerous idea hadn't been extinguished at all!
At this slightly tense moment of waiting—
VMMMM!!!
An incomparably grand and dazzling rainbow-colored streak of light suddenly descended in the center of the venue without any warning!
The light was so sacred and brilliant that all the gods and warriors present couldn't help but hold their breath!
When the light slowly dissipated, the figures within were revealed—
Surrounded by a group of expressionless, powerful Zeno guards, Zeno, the Grand Priest, and Vados, who was at the Grand Priest's side, appeared at the center of everyone's attention!
"Hmm?"
Whitley saw that Vados had actually come with Zeno and the Grand Priest. Although a hint of doubt flashed through his mind, he didn't think much of it. "She probably just came with her father, that's normal."
However, that thought had just flashed through his mind when he saw Vados's gaze pierce through the crowd and land precisely on him.
That gaze... was incredibly complex, filled with a deep interest, a hint of amusement, and a... a kind of light as if looking at a precious prey that was about to be caught?
The bad feeling in Whitley's heart instantly rose again!
Just then, the Grand Priest stepped forward, his gentle yet supremely authoritative gaze sweeping across the entire venue.
The entire venue was instantly silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
He cleared his throat and spoke in a calm voice that could be heard clearly in every corner. "Everyone, thank you for waiting. The Tournament of Power, personally ordered by Lord Zeno, is about to officially begin. However, before the tournament begins, please allow me to announce Lord Zeno's latest decree."
Whitley noticed that when the Grand Priest spoke, his gaze seemed to be... looking at him with an unusually gratified and satisfied smile?
The ominous feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger, almost becoming tangible!
The Grand Priest said slowly, his voice echoing throughout the God of Destruction's Realm, "The candidate God of Destruction of Universe 7—Whitley-san, please step forward."
Swoosh!
In an instant, all the gazes in the venue, whether curious, surprised, envious, or jealous, all focused on Whitley!
Whitley felt his Adam's apple bob uncontrollably, and his heart began to pound.
Under Vados's increasingly bright and "I'm looking forward to a good show" gaze, he braced himself and stood up.
The next moment, his figure blurred, and he used Instant Transmission to appear in the center of the venue, before the Grand Priest and Zeno.
He composed himself and, neither servile nor overbearing, performed a martial artist's salute. "The candidate God of Destruction, Whitley, pays his respects to Lord Zeno and Lord Grand Priest."
Zeno tilted his small head curiously and looked up and down at the man before him, the one Vados had described as "interesting."
The Grand Priest looked at Whitley, who could still remain calm and composed in such a scene, and the admiration in his eyes grew stronger. He nodded in satisfaction.
Then, he smiled and said the words that struck Whitley like lightning and made the entire venue explode.
"By order of Lord Zeno: from this day forward, the candidate God of Destruction of Universe 7—Whitley—shall be wed to my daughter, the former angel of Universe 6—Vados!"
"At the same time, Whitley is granted authority and status equal to that of an angel! His treatment shall be equal to that of an angel!"
"This is the divine decree of Lord Zeno!"
Silence! The entire venue was silent!
However, after a brief silence, everyone present erupted in an astonishing roar!
ROOOOAR!!!!!!!!!!!
The entire venue instantly exploded like a boiling cauldron!!!!
All the gods and warriors of the universes were stunned!
Discussions, exclamations, and sharp intakes of breath rose and fell!
Marrying an angel?!
And being granted the authority of an angel?!
This...
This was simply unheard of! An unprecedented honor!
And Whitley, at the center of the storm, was completely stunned after hearing the Grand Priest's words!
His mind went blank, as if he had been hit by a hundred Kamehamehas at once!
He! was! numb!!!
A... a forced marriage?!
Zeno is forcing a marriage?! Whis was telling the truth?!
And it's not just "congratulations"?! It's this level of "surprise"?!
He stood there, dumbfounded, looking at the smiling Grand Priest before him, then at Vados beside him, who was blushing slightly, her eyes filled with triumph and mischief...
He felt like he was in a bizarre dream!
And at the same time, in the spectator area of Universe 7...
Bulma was thunderstruck, completely dumbfounded!
The phone in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and she didn't even notice.
She looked at the bewildered Whitley in the center of the venue, then at Vados, who now looked radiant and rightful beside the Grand Priest...
A great sense of grievance and anger instantly overwhelmed her reason!
"Liar!!! That big liar of an angel!!!"
Bulma screamed in her heart. "You said you didn't want a title?! You said you didn't care about empty names?! Is this how you don't care... huh?! A direct bestowed marriage?! And with such a grand scene?! What is this?! What the hell is this!!!"
She whipped her head around, her gaze as sharp as the sharpest knife, and shot it towards No. 18, who was just as stunned by this sudden turn of events!
And at almost the same time, No. 18 also whipped her head around, her sharp gaze meeting hers!
Their gazes clashed violently in mid-air!
No words, no communication, not even much change in expression.
But in this brief exchange of glances, a shocking consensus was instantly reached!
Two words were clearly transmitted from Bulma's eyes:
"Alliance!"
And No. 18's eyes unhesitatingly responded with the same meaning:
"Alliance!"
The two "internal" rivals, who had been competing and were full of animosity, in the face of this "external" great enemy who had descended with "official certification," without hesitation, temporarily... formed a united front!
A war without smoke or fire seemed to have just begun.
And our protagonist, Whitley, was still completely oblivious to this!
He was still immersed in the great shock of "being bestowed a marriage by Zeno," and was unable to extricate himself for a long time...
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