The Pope Asked Me to Marry a Witch

Roland Augustus, the only direct grandson of the Pope and the laziest second generation ancestor in the empire. Grandpa wrote a marriage certificate and asked him to marry the newly captured saint of the dark camp - Isabella, known as the "Destroying Witch". This bride, who once destroyed a castle with a magic circle, was staring at him coldly while wearing magic-forbidden handcuffs. System activation: [Favorability Critical Hit System]. Current favorability: -45. Roland squatted at the door of the prison cell with a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake: "Are you hungry?" - The witch, who only spoke three sentences a year, was silent for a long time, and then said the fourth sentence: "Is there any tomorrow?" Starting from a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, in the wasteland surrounded by dragons and dungeons, he conquered the witch and built the strongest empire.