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• Science Fiction
  
  
• School Life
  
  
• Slice of Life
  
  
• Space Opera
  
  
• Light Novel

• Alien Princess
  
  
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• Harem Shenanigans
  
  
• Accidental Pervert
  
  
• Fake Relationship
  
  
• Fake Couple Becomes Real
  
  
• Tsundere Love Interest
  
  
• Kuudere Love Interest
  
  
• Yandere Elements
  
  
• Overprotective Protagonist
  
  
• Jealous Love Interests
  
  
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• Weak to Strong (Emotional Growth)
  
  
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• Enemies to Allies
  
  
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• Secret Identity
  
  
• Space Travel
  
  
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• Social Status Disparity
  
  
• Romantic Rivalry
  
  
• Galactic Conspiracy
  
  
• Comedy Through Chaos
  
  
• Power Imbalance (Romantic/Political)
  
  
• Protective Love Interest
  
  
• Outrageous Situations
  
  
• Unwanted Attention
  
  
• Hero’s Journey (Subverted)
  
  
• “Not a Real Couple” Trope
  
  
• High-Tech Hijinks
  
  
• Disguised Nobility
  
  
• Domestic Chaos
  
  
• Assassin Love Interest
  
  
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• School Terrorist Incident
  
  
• Soft Sci-Fi Worldbuilding
  
  
• Cross-Cultural Romance
  
  
• One Guy Surrounded by Girls
  
  

Ethical Dilemma in Romance

Azazel released a luxuriant sigh as he lounged in the bath. He did that quite often these days. It probably had something to do with how the Groom-to-be and Princess Gabrielle had left Mars City for Mars Homespring Resort. That had been about one and a half months ago, and they hadn’t returned since then.

He could have gone with them to Mars Homespring Resort during that time, but they hadn’t told him they were leaving, so obviously that meant they didn’t want him there. That was just fine with him. It meant he could relax in the hot spring all he wanted.

“The Commander is sulking again.”

“He’s definitely sulking.”

Azazel opened his eyes and glared at Kane and Abel. “I am not sulking.”

Kane and Abel were brothers, but they didn’t look much alike. Their hair was different, the color of their eyes were different, and the shape of their faces was different. While Kane had dark hair and brown eyes, Abel had blond hair and blue eyes. Abel also had a scar running down the left side of his face. It was hard to believe they were born from the same parents.

“He’s totally sulking. Look at that face.”

“The Commander only has that expression when he’s sulking.”

The two continued to make fun of him, causing Azazel’s emotions to boil over until he saw red. He didn’t overreact. That would have been unbecoming. Instead, he stood up and stepped out of the hot spring.

“I think I’m going to hit the sparring mat,” he said.

As he walked away from the pool they had been using, Azazel observed the other pools located in the Dauntless’s hot spring. There were sixteen in total. All of them were made to look natural, with numerous trees and plants growing around the edges. Each pool was lined with stones that traveled along the lip. It looked like the pools had been naturally formed from volcanic activity.

Though the tiled floor kind of ruined the natural aesthetic.

There were quite a few people in the hot springs. A pair of women were lounging several meters to his right, their breasts bobbing on the water’s surface as their ears twitched with pleasure. A group of men were debating the finer points of combat to his left. In another pool, several men and women were holding a discussion about the merits of wearing and not wearing armor. Azazel took all this in and continued on his way.

He stepped into the changing room, padded across the tile until he reached his locker.

When he opened the door, Azazel’s Angelisian Crisis Suit activated upon sensing his presence and leapt off the clothing rack. It touched his foot and swiftly crawled up his legs, butt, torso, shoulders, and arms. He could feel the suit synchronizing with his nervous system. It felt sort of like having microscopic suction cups attached to his pores, which then infused his body with energy. The entire process was painless and took less than .01 seconds.

His suit was black with red energy lines, which spread across the suit’s exterior like the network of a circuit board, glowing as the suit charged itself using the energy he unconsciously released. He rotated his arms and twisted his torso, testing to see if anything was wrong with the suit. There was nothing. Of course, there wasn’t. The Angelisian Crisis Suit had been developed by Princess Gabrielle. That girl was a genius when it came to creating complex items meant for warfare.

After the crisis suit came his armor. First, he stepped into his boots, then attached his greaves. Everything attached using the Law of Polarity. He didn’t understand how it worked, but it wasn’t difficult to put on. Once the greaves came on it was time to put on his breastplate. It was segmented, so it came on in pieces, attaching itself to his torso as though attracted by a magnetic pull. The shoulder pauldrons came after that. Azazel finished his suit by attaching his vambraces and his sword, which rested at his hip.

Now dressed, Azazel wandered into the hallway and hopped onto a moving walkway. He could have walked, but he didn’t feel like it. Several people passed him as he stood in place. They saluted, causing him to absently nod back. His mind was elsewhere.

There hadn’t been any marriage candidate sightings in the last few months, which Azazel wasn’t sure what to make of. It could mean all of the marriage candidates had given up. He did not believe that, though. The most likely cause of this was probably King Lucifer. Perhaps the emperor had deemed the Groom-to-be strong enough to protect his daughters and the throne after what happened with Yahweh.

Hallways in the Dauntless were shaped like a hexagon that was wider than it was tall, and was wide enough to fit a dozen people standing shoulder to shoulder. The sides had moving walkways, while the middle was for transport vehicles. Hallways occasionally branched off into lateral passages that were winding and filled with doors. Each branch led to a different section of the ship: the weapons depot, the hospital branch, the training halls, the barracks, etc.

Azazel headed to the training hall.

The training hall was large and consisted of multiple rooms. Some of the rooms were designed for sparring, but others were for exercise, target practice, team tactics, and urban warfare. Most of the rooms used Princess Gabrielle’s simulation technology to help with training. The target practice and urban warfare training benefited from her technology a lot. It was almost like being in a live fire exercise. You could even be “killed,” though it was all simulated.

The room that Azazel entered was a sparring room. It was just a large room with a high ceiling and numerous sparring mats.

“Commander!”

Several men and women were already training when he entered, though all of them stopped and snapped off a salute the moment they realized who he was.

“At ease.” Azazel held up his hand and gestured for them to relax.

“Are you here to spar, sir?” asked a female warrior, a woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a scar running across her right eyebrow. She wasn’t wearing armor. Just an Angelisian Crisis Suit. Hers was white and blue.

“I am.” Azazel nodded.

“Shall I be your partner?”

Azazel tilted his head. “I think I would like to fight multiple people today.” With that idea in mind, he pointed at her and three others, then made a beckoning gesture. “You four shall attack me at once. Use team tactics to try and overwhelm me.”

The four soldiers, two men and two women, snapped off a salute.

“Yes, sir!”

Discarding his sword and selecting a wooden one made from Angelisian vitae—a tree native to Angelisia—Azazel stepped onto the sparring mat as the four soldiers he selected surrounded him.

He didn’t raise his guard. He kept his weapon lowered and relaxed. When fighting multiple opponents, it was better to remain loose and limber than stiff. He took even, controlled breaths as he eyed the four. A smile crept onto his face. He might have been relaxed, but his opponents were all tense.

The four attacked him all at once, coming in from four different directions. They weren’t all using a sword. One of them had two wooden knives held in a reverse grip, another was using a claymore, and one of the women twirled a staff in her hands. Only the blonde woman used a sword like him.

Azazel did not block the woman’s swing. He stepped aside, allowing the blade to pass by his left, then brought up his sword to block the knife coming at him from behind. As the knife caught the hilt of his sword, he rotated his wrist to flick the blade off, which knocked his opponent off balance. Then Azazel ducked, swiftly dodging a strike from the staff. At the same time, he slammed a fist into the knife user’s chest, throwing them back, and swept the legs of the staff user out from underneath them with a strong kick.

The claymore wielder held back for a second before swinging, possibly to mess with Azazel’s sense of timing, but he was experienced enough that such a tactic wouldn’t work against him. As the claymore came down, he rolled aside, pressed his hands against the ground, and mule-kicked the flat end of the weapon. The claymore was knocked out of his opponent’s hands. Azazel used that opportunity to swipe his sword in an upward slash as he stood up. There was a satisfying thunk! as his weapon struck the man in the chin, sending his opponent up and away in a parabolic arc.

The entire exchange had barely lasted five seconds.

“Come now. Is that all you’ve got?”

The four stood back up and readied themselves. He smiled. His soldiers were well trained.

They came at him again.

Azazel did not know how long he sparred with the four soldiers, but they eventually grew too tired to continue, so he had them rotate out with four more soldiers and fought them until they were too tired. This continued several times before a loud beeping came from his left vambrace, alerting him to an incoming communication.

He looked around to see that all of the soldiers who had been training with him were now sprawled out around him, lying on their backs as they tried to regain their breath. Maybe he had been too hard on them? Ah, well. This wouldn’t be the first time.

Azazel wandered over to a communication station. It wasn’t much. The training hall was for sparring, not talking, but they did have a station in case someone important needed to speak with him.

He entered the small room with blinking lights and a standard holoprojector, sat down at the chair, and turned on the holographic monitor. After typing his passcode into the floating bar that appeared in front of him, he accepted the call.

A holographic image appeared. Azazel immediately recognized the spiky hair and face that appeared before him, and he did not hesitate to snap off a salute.

“Your Majesty, to what do I owe the honor of this sudden call?”

“Yo, Azazel,” King Lucifer said in a deep, gravelly voice. “I’m calling to see how everything is going. How have my daughters been?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Azazel muttered. “They decided to leave for Mars Homespring Resort without me.”

He wasn’t bitter that they left without saying a thing to him. Of course not. He didn’t care that they should have informed him that they were leaving but didn’t. It wasn’t like he was their bodyguard or something.

Oh, wait. He was.

“Ha! Look at you sulking! That’s a good look for you!”

Azazel didn’t say anything because this was his king, and it was not wise to talk back to his king, but he really wanted to deny that he was sulking. He was a commander of Angelisia. He didn’t sulk.

“Well, whatever. Tell me about my daughters.”

Since it was a command, Azazel informed King Lucifer about everything he could. The last time they had spoken was after the incident with Yahweh, so his majesty already knew that all three of his daughters had decided to marry Alexander.

He still remembered the smirk his king had worn upon learning that. It had been such a satisfied look. If Azazel didn’t know any better, he would have said that his majesty had expected something like that to happen.

Because he didn’t know exactly what was happening with Princesses Ariel, Gabrielle, and Michelle at this very moment, he told King Lucifer about what happened over the last two months. He mostly informed his king about how the people of this solar system had learned that they were his daughters.

“So… the people of this solar system have learned about the greater galaxy, have they?” King Lucifer hummed and rubbed his chin. “How have they taken it?”

“There is a lot of skepticism among the population,” Azazel admitted. “Some people are panicking, some don’t believe it, and others are attempting to learn everything they can. The Galactic Defense Force, the governing body of this solar system, issued an announcement last month confirming the existence of life outside of this solar system. The media was having a field day for a while, but they’ve calmed down now.”

Thanks to the efforts of Commander Karen, the media was not allowed to contact the three Angelisian princesses for interviews or anything of the sort. It probably wouldn’t stop everyone. However, legitimate media companies would back off unless they wanted to get fined and have their reputations run through the mud.

I should probably inform the Groom-to-be that he needs to update his security. If the media here is anything like the media elsewhere, there will be plenty of people willing to risk time in prison if it means getting a scoop—and this is big news.

“Hmmm… most interesting.” Azazel sat with his back straight as King Lucifer stroked his chin, pondering something. Seconds ticked by. The lights on the holographic projector blinked in time with the sweat that trickled down Azazel’s face as he waited for his king to say something. “I’ve decided!”

“My lord?”

“I’m going to pay this Alexander a visit. I think it’s about time I met the man who my daughters are marrying and tested his worth myself.”

Azazel sucked in a breath as every fiber in his body suddenly froze.

“You are… coming here? To Mars?”

“I am indeed. Is that a problem?”

“No, it is not a problem. Of course not.”

“Good. In that case, I’ll be seeing you soon, Azazel.”

The screen suddenly shut off, and Azazel slumped into his seat as all of the energy in his body left. He felt exhausted. His bones and muscles ached with pseudo pain.

King Lucifer was coming to Mars. He didn’t know if this was good or bad—no, it was definitely not good. The Groom-to-be was in no way prepared for this meeting. What’s more, Mars, and in fact, the entire Galactic Defense Force, was not ready to deal with someone like King Lucifer. He could not foresee this going well.

I should warn the Groom-to-be.

As though his very thoughts were a trigger, his vambrace beeped again. He paused halfway standing and stared at his vambrace. Slowly, and with great reluctance, he sat back down, activated the communication again, and watched as a three-dimensional holographic image of King Lucifer appeared once more.

“You are not to inform anyone that I’m coming over, and I do mean anyone,” King Lucifer said. “Do you understand?”

“… Yes, My Lord.”

“Good.”

The holographic project shut off again as King Lucifer ended the communication. Azazel stared at where the holograph had been, then slowly leaned over and pressed a hand against his face.

I am sorry, Groom-to-be.

It took two months to travel from Angelisia to Mars, which meant Alexander would have two more months of peace, and then… well, then it was anyone’s guess as to what would happen. All Azazel knew was this.

Alexander’s life would never be the same once King Lucifer arrived.

Step-by-Step Guide to Sideload EPUB Files Purchased from Shopify onto Kindle

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Method 1: Send to Kindle (Recommended)

Amazon now allows you to send EPUB files directly to your Kindle via email or the Send to Kindle app.

Step 1: Find Your Kindle Email Address

Go to Amazon → Manage Your Content & Devices (Link).

Click the Devices tab.

Select your Kindle device and note the "Send-to-Kindle Email" (e.g., yourname@kindle.com).

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Attach the EPUB file you purchased.

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Download the Send to Kindle App (PC, Mac).

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Download Calibre (Link).

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Click OK to convert.

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Open the Kindle folder in File Explorer (Windows) / Finder (Mac).

Drag and drop the converted file into the Documents folder.

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