Chapter 155: Marriage 2

The bride and groom roamed every corner of the premises, traversing all the corridors and chambers within the entire civil registry and population records office... The physical clues pointed to a recent abandonment and emergency evacuation following the previous earthquake; Cain caught sight of an iced coffee cup resting on the floor, its ice cubes still solid and un-melted at the bottom! This was conclusive proof that the staff and civilians who had packed this hall had fled in absolute terror mere minutes ago!

Yet... after verifying that not a single soul remained within this sprawling complex, the situation proved far from a disappointment or a setback; rather, it presented the ultimate sanctuary to complete their private ceremony far from prying eyes!

They stepped firmly toward the chamber of the judge overseeing marriage contracts, where the floor lay blanketed in scattered documents and files knocked down by the seismic shock...

Cain leaned forward with dignity, pulling a blank, official marriage certificate form from the floor—precisely the exact document they had descended to the heart of Planet Earth to retrieve! The judge’s official brass seal rested on the edge of the desk alongside the fountain pen usually reserved for signatures.

Cain and Lucy placed the document upon the wooden surface of the desk. The back page required the entry of detailed, precise personal data for both husband and wife, while the facing main page featured two blank white boxes designated for the approved official photographs of the bride and groom.

"Well then... ladies first."

Cain offered a mesmerizing smile as he handed the pen to his beautiful empress. Lucy smiled back with breathtaking beauty, having refined her face and body with magic to restore her radiant complexion—smooth, glowing, and completely free of any combat scars or exhaustion!

Her crystal-clear smile in that precise moment was the single most divine, enchanting vision in existence!

Lucy delicately accepted the pen from Cain’s hand, writing her name in delicate, elegant, and irresistibly alluring script, officially logging: Lucy Montgrad.

She set the pen down gracefully in the center of the desk, gently pushing the application toward Cain, who was gazing at her with a warm smile overflowing with adoration...

Taking his turn, Cain held the pen, writing his name in a confident, ethereal script: Cain Oster.

Next, they moved to the "Occupation/Profession" field. Cain paused for a brief second, uncertain of what to write; naturally, he held the title of "Duke" in the other world, but writing such a royal rank here might raise suspicion or appear absurd on an official Earth document!

Therefore, to bypass any complications, a faint smirk formed on his lips as he simply wrote in the husband’s occupation box: Unemployed!

A delicate, musical laugh escaped Lucy’s lips as she watched her husband write the word "Unemployed" with utter pride and joy! She took the pen from his hand, contemplating her true occupation with absolute gravity...

Throughout her past life, Lucy had been accustomed to being known as the daughter of Count Montgrad and the absolute Blood Empress, yet in truth, she lacked any specified civilian profession! Thus, despite her terrifying cosmic power capable of erasing entire galaxies, she insisted with sweet resolve upon writing the true profession she yearned for from the bottom of her heart: Housewife!

Cain smiled with deep affection at her romantic humility... They moved on to the "National ID/Identity Number" section. Belonging to different dimensional realms, they naturally lacked valid Earth identity cards! Yet Cain smiled, retrieving his former national identity number as an Earthling from his old memory, writing it clearly upon the page!

As for Lucy, the matter was not complex in the slightest; one could simply invent a harmonic sequence of digits—so long as the document bore the official seal of the judge and his ink signature, no one would dare question its authenticity! Sure enough, Lucy devised an entirely new national identity number in lovely handwriting...

The pair continued filling out the remaining data across the form with passion and harmony until they completed the entire back page... leaving only one decisive step to finalize the document: The Photographs!

Cain recalled: "I remember there’s an instant photo studio inside this building, located on the upper floor."

Sure enough, Cain and Lucy exited the judge’s chamber, ascending to the top floor until they reached the equipped photo room...

Lucy sat first upon the wooden photography chair, a brilliant, charming smile radiant with femininity gracing her features, while Cain stood behind the camera, adjusting the lens and settings to the finest lighting angle fit for his queen! The photograph was snapped of Lucy in her legendary white gown; her beauty in that shot was, in Cain’s eyes, the most stunning, sacred vision in history!

When it was Cain’s turn to sit in the photography chair...

Lucy tilted her head, speaking with playful mischief: "Hmm... how about making a really funny expression for our little girl, Amelia, when she sees this contract in the future?!"

Lucy stood before Cain, striking a silly, hilarious expression mimicking a sticking-out emoji: 🤪!

Cain couldn’t refuse her sweet request, despite knowing that such an expression would look absurd and wildly improper on an official document! Sure enough, Cain’s photo was taken with that laughing, embarrassing expression!

The photos were printed immediately after Cain accessed the studio laptop, resizing, cropping, and printing them to the required standard dimensions...

Upon finishing, the bride and groom returned swiftly to the judge’s lower chamber, using adhesive to affix both photographs into their designated spots on the document’s cover!

Finally... Cain grabbed the judge’s heavy brass stamp, dipping it into the red ink pad, and slammed it down firmly onto the marriage certificate! He studied the judge’s signature template on adjacent documents, replicating the signature with pinpoint precision directly over both photographs. He then took Lucy’s thumb alongside his own, pressing their deep ink thumbprints onto the bottom of the document!

Lucy admired the page with deep affection, adding: "Hmm... I believe we are officially finished with everything... Yet, there is no one here to pronounce us husband and wife! I feel the experience is incomplete without someone reciting the vows to us and requesting our consent..."

Cain didn’t fully grasp Lucy’s precise logic behind wanting a verbal declaration, nor did he consider it crucial after sealing the document, but naturally, he never refused a request from his empress! He was on the verge of summoning one of his loyal subordinates through a dimensional portal to play the role of the judge...

However, Lucy stopped him with a sharp look and a subtle smile: "Wait, Cain... don’t bring anyone from back there! I have the absolute perfect person for this job!"

Cain raised an eyebrow in surprise, while Lucy smiled with a sharp, queenly grin as she opened a swift purple dimensional rift! The portal overlooked an apartment on the exact same Planet Earth... an apartment where a human man sat in his chair, his fingers clacking away at a hysterical pace on his laptop keyboard as he chuckled lazily!

Suddenly... that person noticed the terrifying purple vortex opening directly behind his back, which sucked his chair and desk whole, hurling him into the middle of the judge’s room in the civil registry!

"Author-san" collapsed onto the floor in utter terror, his glasses and pen dropping, cold sweat pouring from every pore of his cosmic body as he looked up to see Cain in his luxurious formal suit and Lucy in her legendary wedding dress, holding hands while staring down at him with eyes brimming with menace and triumph!

"Author-san" shrieked in a raspy, trembling voice, raising his hands to plead: "Please!... I swear by the sanctity of the universes that I’m sorry!... Don’IIIIIt kill meeeeeee!"

Silence reigned for a moment, and "Author-san" had no idea where to run or flee now that he had been yanked directly from his desk to stand barefoot before the new masters of his destiny!