Filia's words caused Luciano's gaze to darken slightly, but he quickly reaffirmed what he had just said.
"Do I appear to be joking with you? My marriageable age is approaching, and within a week, I must marry. There is a reason why I have chosen you as my spouse.
Human women cannot handle my physique, female werewolves have difficult personalities, and vampires are also unsuitable. Although we coexist peacefully now, deep down, they remain our archenemies.
After considering various factors, I ultimately chose you to be my wife. After all, you are not entirely a vampire, and your physical condition surpasses that of humans."
Upon hearing this, Filia was left dazed.
What did he mean by human women not being able to withstand his physique? And what was his "marriageable age"?
"Commander, I still don't quite understand. Isn't marriage between two individuals supposed to be built upon mutual admiration and fondness? Shouldn't we get to know each other first, then develop affection, and finally consider marriage?"
"I am too busy to spare time, so, marrying me is a military task for you."
At this point, Filia grasped the situation. The divine system seems to have calculated Luciano's intentions, hence setting the task for her to become a strict wife to him.
It seemed that love would come after marriage.
"What do I need to do then? And what will I gain?"
Since it's a task, negotiations on terms and rewards are natural. Even though the individual is someone she is destined to fall in love with, Filia needs to be prepared.
"Since my marriageable age is approaching, there may be more intimate times ahead. Approximately 3 to 4 times a week for a month, but I will manage the time, ensuring not bother you excessively.
Furthermore, the marriageable period will last only a month. After that, whether to continue intimacy will depend on our personal needs. If you do not like it, I won't insist.
In addition, we wolves have only one mate for life. Since I have chosen you, I will never select another, even if you were to pass away."
For the first time, Filia found it hard to keep up with the male lead's words.
Such ambiguous topics, such intimate matters, and he was addressing them as if giving out work assignments—so blunt and composed, it was unnerving.
"Is there anything else besides this?" Maintaining a good demeanor as much as possible, Filia looked back at the stoic Luciano.
"Besides this, you need to fulfill what a wife should, whether or not we have children is up to your preference. Oh yes, let me tell you about my personal situation: my annual income is 300 million Alliance coins, which will be entrusted to you after our marriage."
"..."
After all that was said, only the last sentence sounded somewhat pleasant.
Pursing her lips, Filia's fair cheeks began to blush slightly.
"Commander, I have another question. Will we cultivate emotions between us? We can't just treat marriage as work all the time, can we?"
"Emotions?"
As if not expecting Filia to ask that question, Luciano was momentarily puzzled but promptly responded.
"We wolves uphold loyalty, not emotions. Love is useless to us. Now that you understand, here are the documents for you to sign."
As Luciano spoke, he took out a prepared stack of papers and handed them to Filia.
Taking them, Filia signed her name without even glancing over the contents. Since she had to charm him anyway, why not just get married directly to avoid unnecessary hassles?
After she finished signing all the papers and handed them back to Luciano, he scrutinized her face.
"What's wrong? Commander? What are you looking at?"
"Don't you read the contents before signing?"
"Whether I read them or not, does it make a difference? I can't refuse, can I?"
"Not to reject, but to note the precautions." Luciano suddenly felt that the wife he had handpicked seemed a bit too naive. However, wasn't this what he desired? Gentle, pure, obedient...
Furrowing his brow, Luciano patiently opened one page of the documents.
His slender fingers pointed to a small line of text.
"I mentioned earlier, that we wolves uphold loyalty. I will never betray my wife, and my wife cannot betray me, emotionally or physically. If you cross the line, I will personally end you."
The last few words from Luciano had a particularly eerie tone, sounding like a warning and a threat.
Filia took a deep breath and offered a gentle smile.
"How could I betray the man who is the dream of all women in the Star Alliance? I mean, your wife, how could I betray you?"
With that, Filia's hand rested on Luciano's. His hand was warm, hers cold. The touch felt comfortable, yet Luciano had never been touched by a woman before. Cautiously, he glanced down to see where she had touched, but Filia had already withdrawn her hand.
"Commander, the documents are signed. What should I do now, where should I go?"
"Pack your belongings; someone will escort you back home, back to our home." Luciano's tone remained cold as ice, almost like the warmth his new wife left on his hand.
"Very well." Filia rose with a smile, observing proper protocol by nodding at Luciano before walking out.
As she departed, Luciano once again turned his attention to his computer screen.
On the screen were all of Filia's details, including every assessment score she achieved in military school.
She was exceptional. If given the chance at the frontline, she would undoubtedly become the most capable warrior. Sadly, her mixed bloodline made neither the vampire nor the human factions willing to accept her, ultimately leading her to become a mere clerk.
Although the world had been unfair to her, she never wallowed in self-pity.
People who knew her described her warmly and kindhearted, a truly wonderful young lady.
In various psychological tests, she displayed a composed and gentle nature.
These were the reasons why Luciano chose her to be his partner.
Yet, for some reason, during their brief encounter, he felt like there was more to Filia beneath her lovely exterior.
Glancing at his hand that she had touched, Luciano brought it close to his nose.
Was this her scent? A mixture of sweet wine and a faint rose fragrance.
Unconsciously, Luciano's throat subtly moved, his forehead starting to warm up as if the blood in his veins was restlessly churning.
Indeed, his marriageable age was drawing near.
It seemed that for the upcoming period, he could not leave the Capital Star, or if he did, he would have to take his newlywed along wherever he went.