Ladies, If You Leave the Party, Don't Chase After Your Husbands

"Oh, my dear former commander of the Red Wolf Knights of the Fran Empire, former grand general of the Fran Empire, grand mage of the Crusaders, former regent of the Fran Empire, former Hero, cardinal of the Church, head lecturer at the Cortia Theological Academy, Dragon Slayer, most handsome man in Olivia, first heir to the Grand Duchy of Olivia, future Augustus of the Fran Empire, with S+ Magic, S+ Charisma, S+ Perception..."

Karl raised a hand to stop the black-haired maid in front of him. Rubbing his temples, he said helplessly, "Enough, enough. Just get to the point."

"That paladin with an IQ of E- sold off his ancestral estate to give it to you and ask for your forgiveness."

"I don't forgive him."

"The half-elf mage who used to treat you like an ATM and could only cast tiny flames has brought back a girl, claiming she's the fruit of your love."

"How come I didn't know I had a daughter?"

"The weak druid who could only summon snow leopards, lynxes, foxes, and marmots has now defeated the goddess he worshipped and delivered her to you, tied up from head to toe, as a gift of compensation."

"What? He killed a god!"

"The empress, who's always wanted you to marry into her family, has announced to the world that if Lord Karl doesn't marry her soon, she'll declare war on every country on the continent."

"Has she gone mad?!"

"And..."

Karl looked at the black-haired maid prattling on before him, rubbed his temples in pain, and muttered, "How are there still more powerhouses?"