Nur, Pure White Palace, in front of the throne of the Empire's Emperor, Ludovic the Savior.
The Emperor of the Empire, Karl-franz, witnessed this grand ceremony. Other than the Eternity Peak, almost all the remaining forces of Order came to witness this grand wedding. This was a grand ceremony comparable to the ancient Empire's golden age.
At the same time, this was also the moment when the Empire officially appointed Frey Derick as the Crown Prince of the Empire.
The Pure White Palace was full of troops.
The Empire's Griffin Knights, the Rick Guards, the Armoured Nur, and the Blackstone Guards.
The Brittany's Holy Grail Knights, the Old Guard.
Some of the Elven Empire's Phoenix Guards, the Nagaronian Black Guards, and the Avalon Sisters.
There was also the Norska Dwarves' Oath Guard Legion.
They lined up and paid their respects to the newlyweds.
With four fingers supporting the crown, Emperor Karl-franz stood in front of the throne. The Emperor of the Empire looked at his appointed heir with a complicated expression. The love in his eyes was far more than vigilance. As Frey Derick knelt in front of Frey Derick, the Emperor slowly put down the golden crown and put it on Frey Derick's head. "Now, a new era has come. Frey Derick is the Crown Prince of the Empire!"
Frey Derick's hands trembled with excitement. He secretly looked up at his Godfather, only to find that the Emperor's eyes were full of encouragement. Frey's eyes couldn't help but turn red. His biological father, Laing, wasn't by his side for a long time, but the eldest son of the Sun King received true fatherly love from Karl-franz. The Emperor treated him as his own son and taught everything he could and couldn't teach to his godson. Without Karl-franz, there would be no Frey Derick today.
"Godfather …" The crown prince of the Empire said a few words excitedly before he choked.
"Get up, Frey. This is your stage." The emperor said softly, gesturing for Frey Derick to get up. Then, to all the dignitaries and citizens of the Empire who had come because of his reputation in Nur Square, the emperor's voice gradually became louder. "May the gods of the Old World bless Your Highness!"
Frey Derick stood up slowly. He took a deep breath and turned around. He was wearing a black robe and golden armor. The black cape of the Libra Golden Lion fluttered behind him.
Thunderous applause rang out in the square, like waves, like landslides, like the sun shining down from the sky.
"Welcome, welcome everyone to my wedding today." Frey Derick spoke. The voice of the crown prince of the Empire was transmitted through Galt's magic tool.
"This is a day of celebration, but it is also a solemn moment."
"I sincerely thank everyone for coming to Nur to attend my wedding. I have a lot to say to everyone."
"This is an age of darkness. This is an age of destruction. Most of us have already tasted war. The God of Darkness has ravaged our land and destroyed everything we have."
"We have been forced into war. We must fight."
"If the Eternal God's Chosen One and his plan for the Chaos Army succeeds, then the world's civilization and order will be destroyed."
"In order to defend everything we have, people of the Empire, gather your courage and let us accept the challenge."
"For this noble goal, I appeal to all the people of the Empire!"
"And all the allies who believe in order, please take this as your responsibility."
"I implore everyone to remain calm and resolute. Unite before the test."
"The test is severe. We will still face a period of difficult days. The war is not limited to the frontlines. Only with justice in your heart can you do the right thing!"
"We sincerely pray to Charlemagne and to Ludwig!"
"As long as everyone is firm in their beliefs, we will definitely win!"
"For the Empire, for Karl-franz, for Charlemagne!!!"
The cheers in the square echoed. The humans chanted Frey Derick's name. Even the elves applauded in agreement.
The petals of the blue cornflower floated in the air. Frey Derick softly sang an ancient song.
"Ich weiß nicht, wassollesbedeuten ~"
“Dassichsotraurigbin~”
The crown prince of the Empire slowly walked down the steps. The nobles of the Empire came up to greet him. The court ministers of Rick were unwilling. Galt was deeply happy. Marius forced a smile. Haute Anderson was respectful.
"Ein Märchenausuraltenzeiten ~"
“DaskommtmirnichtausdemSinn~”
The Knights of the Holy Grail came up to greet him. Berchemund was interested. François was impeccable. Kalad's expression was as upright as usual. The rest of the people smiled at Frey Derick. The crown prince of the Empire bowed slightly to them and nodded to express his gratitude.
"Die Luftistkühlundesdunkelt ~"
"Undrugich ließtderNuln ~"
Kislöw's daughter, Tsar Katarín, came with two generals, General Zhukefu and General Bagramyan to congratulate him. Katarín's eyes were full of envy and jealousy. She spoke standard High Gothic to express her blessings. Frey Derick could see that she was somewhat sincere. He also smiled and expressed his gratitude.
“DerGipfeldesBergesfunkelt~”
“ImAbendsonnenschein~”
A group of dwarves squeezed out from the gap between the people. Badr Crimson, the King of the Norsk Dwarves, and Saugrin Ironhammer, the Crown Prince of the Eight Peaks Mountain, beat their chests with their weapons and expressed their blessings to Frey Derick.
Frey Derick hurriedly expressed his gratitude. Humans and dwarves were brothers forever.
Moving on.
"Dieschönstejungfrausitzet (The beautiful maiden), Dortoben wunderbar (Sitting in the clouds)" After thanking the dwarf, Frederick continued to sing, "Ihrgold nes Geschmeideblitzet (She is wrapped in gold and silver), Siekämmtihrgold nes Haar (She is combing her dazzling golden hair)"
The crown prince continued to walk forward until a noblewoman in a Kurfürst dress stopped in front of him. Emilia, the Countess of the Empire, had tears in her eyes. She looked at her son. Behind her were Frey's three sisters, Rem, Rita, and Eugenie.
"Mother!" Frey Derick hesitated for a moment, but still reached out his arms and hugged his mother. He said in Emilia's ear, "Thank you!"
Emilia nodded hard. As a mother, she didn't say anything. She looked behind her. Frey's three sisters laughed and made way. Frey Derick was stunned. He followed Emilia's gaze.
A tall and thin male god's incarnation, wearing a black robe and a skull mask, with strings of skulls tied around his body and a scythe hanging on his waist, and a plump female god's incarnation wearing the silk robe of the Grand Judge of the Empire. Her eyes were covered with bandages and she was holding a scale in her hand. Behind them, a team of Moore's Knights and a team of Eternal Light's Knights stood side by side. Behind them, about forty-two Burning Sun Knights were holding the golden flag of the Burning Sun.
Under the flag, the incarnation of the Goddess of War, the Northern Eagle, Noelle, was wearing a white wedding dress. Her grayish-purple short hair had been braided into a noble princess hairstyle, and there were dark blue roses tied around her ears. She was wearing a white tube top wedding dress with golden edges. Under the dress, there were white unicorn velvet pantyhose, and there were bow-tied ribbons on both sides of the pantyhose. Noelle was shy and determined. Under the guidance of her nominal parents, God of Death Moore and Impartial Goddess Valentina, she came to Frey Derick with flowers in her hands.
Frey Derick reached out and held his fiancée's hands. He looked at Noelle in the cornflower petals. They closed their eyes and kissed gently. Noelle then stepped back, indicating that there was another person.
The Crown Prince of the Empire froze. He followed Noelle's gaze and saw the Eternal King of the Elven Empire, Malecis, and the Eternal Queen Ariel. The Phoenix Guards, the Black Guards, and the Avalon Sisters stepped aside. An elven girl in a full wedding dress, holding the flag of Lilith's Moon Sacred Emblem, gradually revealed her face from behind the flag.
It was a beautiful fairy. She was like a beautiful white lotus blooming in a sea of flowers. Her face was so delicate that it put the moon to shame and the flowers to shame. Her waist-length flaxen hair was covered by a white and flawless veil, and the lace with the ancient pattern of the Elven Empire fell on her tender shoulders. In the haze, a beautiful bride appeared from behind the flag.
The pure white lace stockings with vintage rose patterns were displayed on her slender legs. Through the surface of the lace stockings, one could vaguely see the bride's fair and tender skin, plump thighs, slender calves, and two lovely feet in white high-heeled wedding shoes. Alisala was very shy. She couldn't help but lower her head.
"Go, Alisala. Go." The Eternal Queen Ariel gestured for Alisala to go. Her mother's expression was very complicated. She knew very well that Alisala could no longer inherit the throne of the Eternal Queen. Given the temperament of Malecis and Tyrion, if Alisala stayed in the Elven Empire, it would mean an extremely fierce conflict between the two. This was unacceptable. Moreover, marrying such a daughter to the Crown Prince of the Empire would definitely strengthen the alliance and spread the news. Therefore, from Alisala's point of view, marrying Frey was a good thing from Alisala's perspective. However, she knew that she had wronged her daughter. From any perspective, she didn't deserve to be a mother. She could only hope that Alisala would be happy in the depths of her heart.
Malecis, on the other hand, was overjoyed. He didn't expect to get a goddaughter out of nowhere to be so useful.
In fact, the Eternal King didn't know how to deal with Alisala. Kill her? Then he would have to fight with Tyrion again. It was not worth it. Imprison her? She would be a bad influence. Ignore her? Who knew if Tyrion and Alisala would rekindle their old feelings for each other because of this daughter?
Malecis had already asked his shadow guards to come up with a few alternatives, but the God Goddess Lilith announced that Alisala was going to marry Frey Derick. When the Eternal King heard this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Indeed, Lilith still supported me. Yes, after all, I am the Eternal King now. Who else would Lilith support other than me?
The Eternal King was the most relaxed. Tegris was as calm as an ancient well. Imurek hid his hatred, and Aris was closely monitoring the venue.
In the center of the venue, Frey Derick couldn't help but hug Alisala. The two of them had gone through a lot together.
On Noelle's side, the gods of the Empire blessed the marriage, and the Goddess of Mercy, Shalia, presided over it.
On Alisala's side, the emcee's starlight dress was splendid and deep under the backdrop of fresh flowers. The stars in her hair complemented the twinkling stars above her head. The ceremony was presided over by the God of Elves and the God of Heaven, Lilith, and the Pale Queen and the God of Underground, Olica.
At the end of the banquet, Laing stood there. He watched the wedding ceremony in progress and couldn't help but smile. He held his wife, Suria's hand tightly. They recalled the wedding ceremony in the past. The two of them got married with Morgiana's blessing. The new Goddess of Spring Water, Morgiana, held Laing's other arm. She gloated at Olica's unsteady steps and flushed face. Recalling the revenge at the turkey banquet, she couldn't help but whisper in Laing's ear.
The items and various potions that Olica spent a long time preparing were all used on herself. Lilith, Morgiana, and Suria now each had a remote control.
"Aren't you going to bless your son?" At this time, a powerful existence wearing a sky-blue cloak and a hood that almost blocked the view of the outside world approached from behind. His voice had a touch of sadness and a little comfort.
"It's not appropriate for me to appear at this time. He's the Crown Prince of the Empire, not the Crown Prince of the Knight King Kingdom." Laing knew who it was. He thought about it and motioned for Suria and Morgiana to leave first.
Morgiana was hostile to anyone who dared to disturb her time with Laing. However, the Goddess of Spring Water's body and mind were exclusive to Laing. She gave the newcomer a threatening look and turned to discuss something with Veronica.
Suria had absolute confidence in her husband's strength. The Knight King later noticed that his son, Devenshire, was sitting in the middle of the Twilight sisters. The baron was complaining about something unwillingly. The two new elven sisters, one of them chaotic, the other neutral, and the other neutral, evil, had their hands on Devenshire's clothes. Suria decided to teach her two daughters-in-law a lesson.
Seeing that everyone had left, the newcomer took off his hood, revealing the handsome face that belonged to Alarion. Tyrion glanced around with the whites of his eyes. Seeing that Laing was still smiling, he finally looked at him. "Can I have a few words with you in private? King Laing Macado? "
"We can talk here." Laing spread out his hands. "There are people within a five-kilometer radius. This is the only place left for me. No one will disturb us."
"This is Alissanda's choice. I accept it. I just hope that you will treat my daughter well in the future. I know that your family's bloodline is noble, and Frey will not be as short-lived as the humans. But I still have to say this." Tyrion shook his head. There was no trace of arrogance on his handsome face. He looked just like an ordinary person. He even smiled and showed his teeth. "Do you know? Laing, can I call you that? "
"Of course." Laing could feel that Tyrion had changed. He was no longer the dazzling Guardian of Ossouin. "We are now in-laws."
"Just yesterday, I went to look for Malekith, our king." Tyrion chuckled. "Ha, I told him that I forgave him! At the same time, I also asked him to forgive me. Malecis agreed. We forgave each other, and from now on, we don't owe each other anything. "
"That's a miracle." Laing thought that Malecis had changed. The former Shaman King was trying his best to play the role of the Eternal King. Tyrion had also changed. The Guardian of Ossouin was now more like an elegant and easy-going old father.
"To be honest, it is indeed a miracle. I can see that this guy is pretending to be generous and benevolent. I just don't know how long he can pretend. If possible, I hope it is ten thousand years." Tyrion sneered. He thought for a moment, then suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand.
Tyrion's action made Laing instantly alert. However, the in-law did not draw the Yang Yan Sword from his waist. Instead, he extended his hand to Laing and invited him to shake hands. "So, let's shake hands."
"I don't understand." Laing smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand. "Are you Tyrion or someone else?"
"I have never liked you before. I was very arrogant towards you. The trip to Ossouin was because of that, and what happened after that. I have always been too outstanding and too powerful. So much so that I can't tolerate someone who is as outstanding as me and stronger than me." Tyrion squeezed Laing's hand and smiled. "I apologize for this. Laing, are you willing to accept my apology?"
"What's the big deal? Ha, who hasn't been young and aggressive before?" Laing felt Tyrion's sincerity. He really did not care.
"As long as you don't hate me." Tyrion also felt Laing's serious reply. He nodded. "Okay, I should leave."
"You're leaving just like that? The banquet will last until tomorrow morning. As Alissanda's father, don't you want to stay and drink a cup of wine? "Laing tried to persuade him to stay. He really did not understand what Tyrion was trying to do.
Could it be that this person had changed his mind?
"If I go, the elves probably won't be able to celebrate, right?" Tyrion said calmly. He put on his hood again and hid his expression in the shadows. "Besides, I haven't thought about how to face them. I am guilty. Guilty."
"…" Leon understood. His Gray Knight form paused for a few seconds, and he understood everything. "I have never resented you, and I will not vent my anger on Alissanda."
"That's good. Thank you, Laing." Tyrion saw that and walked out of the courtyard alone.
"Where are you going?" Laing completely understood. He asked. "Maybe I can give you some advice."
"No, thank you," Tyrion said in a low voice. "I know what else I can do."
"Don't worry. This will not be the last time you see me. I know the war is not over yet." Tyrion's back gradually faded away. Only his voice could be heard.
"The former guardian of Ossouin. Now, there is nothing worthy of my protection."
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