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Despite the shock and the murmurs among the guests, the wedding ceremony continues unabated.

"Who exactly is Ryan's father?"

"Each of his brothers is a demigod, and he must surely be one too!"

"All his brothers are demigods?"

The murmurs grow as everyone discusses Ryan's origins.

"You knew early on, didn't you?" Duke Bodrick of Bordelaux whispers to Francois. "When did you find out? Is this why you arranged for your daughter to marry Ryan?"

"Me? I realized it when Ryan's brother first appeared, that Ryan's background wasn't simple," Francois squints, adding, "Of course, I must admit, I did not anticipate it would be this complex."

"You don't sound truthful," Duke Bodrick frowns.

Among the stunned crowd, only one person remains unperturbed—Grand Duke Vantughe-Schultz of Marienburg, who respectfully nods at Leon-El-Zhanson.

Initially puzzled, the First Legion progeny understands upon seeing the Inquisition mark on Schultz's attire and returns the nod, thinking to himself that his father indeed had people placed here. They share a moment of unspoken loyalty and recognition.

Now, with hundreds of guests gathered and the ceremony nearing its climax, the bridal party makes a grand entrance. Comprised of daughters of Bretonnian nobility, particularly from Winfort, the bridesmaids are dressed in simple yet elegant evening gowns, mostly in shades of pastel yellow.

Outside the cathedral, escorted by twenty Grail Knights, a carriage drawn by four pure-blooded elven steeds slowly approaches. Inside, the groom, Ryan, dons a black wedding suit, a rose pinned to his chest. He gazes at the autumn landscape, his expression a mix of joy and wistfulness.

"Sulia?"

"Hmm?" The lady knight turns towards him.

Today, she is breathtakingly beautiful, clad in an ivory bridal gown made of unicorn fluff and silk satin, with a three-meter-long train adorned with tiered lace and silver crystal beads forming elegant curves. Her golden hair, filled with jewels, cascades down her back, and sapphire earrings gently sway by her cheeks. Her arms, delicate and pale, are covered by white lace gloves, and she wears diamond-encrusted, ivory-colored high heels, her small, delicate feet adorned with a platinum diamond anklet gifted by the Lake Fairy, adding a touch of glamour to her appearance.

"What is it?" she asks, noticing his gaze.

"This... Are you cold?" Ryan asks, noting her exposed shoulders and tightly laced bodice.

"Ryan! Why spoil the mood? I'm already a legendary knight; how could I be cold?" Sulia chides softly.

"Heh, Sulia, did you ever imagine this day would come?" Ryan changes the topic, looking up at the clear, blue autumn sky.

Sulia chuckles softly, "Are you still feeling sorry for me?"

"You... Are you truly willing? I mean... Sulia, do you really want to marry me?" Ryan asks earnestly, "I'm just a simple man from Nord."

"Ryan, my husband, don't fool me; you're definitely not just a simple man from Nord," Sulia smiles and shakes her head, "Are you still feeling insecure, thinking I might have been forced into this?"

"I've always respected your feelings," Ryan says quietly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Despite his confidence in other areas, his insecurities in matters of the heart persist—he always feels his partner should be someone truly special.

"Sulia... Our marriage was indeed arranged by the Lady and my father, but what does it matter? From our first duel, to our reunion in Marienburg, and everything that followed—those are the most precious memories of my life. I've always remembered our time together—attending banquets in Bordelaux, fighting side by side in the Charlon Forest, tasting cookies in front of a windmill in Couronne, and even those strange dates. Ryan, do you know? As a duke's daughter, such happiness was unimaginable," Sulia leans on his shoulder, continuing, "You know, if my father hadn't planned to send me to the Lady's convent to become a nun, I would have had to marry eventually."

"As the duchess of Winfort, I would've waited for marriage proposals from other nobles, despite my father emphasizing my happiness. I knew, as a duchess, my choices were limited to a few dozen eligible bachelors, but none of them appealed to me, nor did I believe in eloping."

"That's true," Ryan nods, understanding that freedom in marriage is a fantasy for a noble daughter like Sulia, who was educated to have high standards, expecting her husband to be a Grail Knight among other qualities—qualities only Ryan could meet.

"Then you appeared," Sulia continues

. "Since you entered my father's view and started shaking the old world, he encouraged me to interact with you... until today."

"Ryan, my husband, don't dwell on this. How many couples come together purely out of love? At least we admire each other, and we are the ones we desired, which is quite remarkable. The imperfections in our union will only make us perfect," Sulia asserts, looking into his eyes with sincerity.

"Sigh," Ryan exhales deeply, covering his chest, "I think I've been conquered by you, my wife."

"You conquered me long ago, my husband," Sulia blushes, whispering, "Ever since I noticed you always staring at my legs, I knew conquering you wouldn't be difficult!"

"Impossible! How did you discover my secret?" Ryan feigns shock.

"That's a secret?" Sulia giggles as the carriage rolls into the cathedral. At eleven in the morning, the wedding officially begins.

As Ryan walks down the aisle with his best man, Alfred, his childhood friend and recently returned paladin from the Empire's Justice Church, the bridesmaids dazzle everyone.

Then, to the sound of the wedding march, Francois walks Sulia down the aisle on a red carpet inside the magnificent cathedral, expressing his emotions and reluctance, "My daughter, this is as far as I can go."

"Father..." Tears well up in the lady knight's eyes.

"Go on, Ryan is a fine knight and will make a good husband. Even if he has many women around him, none can threaten your position, my daughter," Francois reassures her with a smile.

As a father, he offers his final advice before handing his daughter's hand to Ryan.

The cathedral erupts in applause, celebrating the union of the knightly hero of the kingdom, Ryan, and Sulia, blessed by all the attending nobility.

The six genetic progenies among the guests clap vigorously, with Anglong remarking nostalgically, "My brother... finally married. It's a pity only a few of us could attend. If only everyone could have been here."

"More brothers will return, I believe. Ah, I remember my days in Makurag, my foster parents, how I miss them..." Kiriman, moved by Norman's heartfelt speech, recalls his own foster parents who showed him the "beauty" of humanity, instilling in him a belief in a glorious future for mankind despite countless setbacks.

"Heh, Kiriman, I think you're reminiscing about that Eldar woman, the chosen of the Eldar Death God, what was her name, Inaani? I heard that ever since our father agreed to ally with the Death God's army, you and your Eldar wife have been fighting side by side, passionately..." Magnus teases beside Kiriman.

"Shut your mouth, Magnus," Kiriman's smile fades, his forehead veins bulging as he whispers fiercely, "Today is Ryan's wedding. I don't want to beat you up here, don't force me."

Magnus chuckles, about to retort when a hand cannon is suddenly pressed against his mouth: "Shut up, Magnus, or we'll tell father you planned to disrupt Ryan's wedding."

"Hmph!" Seeing Zhanson's icy and angry expression, Magnus finally closes his mouth.

As Norman and Francois conclude their blessings, and Duke Laon, representing the king of Bretonnia, delivers royal blessings, the Lake Witch Morgiana begins the most crucial part of the ceremony on behalf of the Lake Fairy.

Standing between Ryan and Sulia, Morgiana asks solemnly, "Ryan Makado, do you promise to love and cherish Miss Sulia, in sickness and in health, in poverty and wealth, until death do you part?"

"I swear by the name of 'Him' and Makado, I will," Ryan declares earnestly.

"Mistress Sulia, do you promise to love and cherish Ryan, in sickness and in health, in poverty and wealth, until death do you part?" Morgiana continues, her expression conflicted.

"I do," Sulia vows seriously, holding a bouquet of golden irises.

"Now, by the authority of the Lady of the Lake, I pronounce you husband and wife. May the Lady's light shine on your path," Morgiana completes her duty, announcing to everyone.

"Now, the groom may kiss the bride!"

At this moment, Ryan hesitates, blushing as he moves towards Sulia.

Taking the initiative, Sulia steps forward, rising on her tiptoes.

Her radiant lips meet Ryan's in a kiss.

"Wow!"

"Ah, how envious!"

"Bless you!"

"Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!"

The cathedral resounds with cheers and applause, the celebratory atmosphere peaking.

Only the elf girl seated behind Teclis looks displeased, clapping mechanically while muttering, "All the good things go to Sulia, I regret this, those things should have been mine! All mine!!!

"

"What will you do next?" Teclis inquires.

"Sulia is my faithful follower, and her goddess has given her a champion as a husband. Shouldn't she share her joy with her goddess? Am I right?" The Lake Fairy smiles, her face a mix of reluctance and regret, whispering, "I have plans; they will spend their honeymoon in my tower."

The ceremony concludes, and as music plays and the newlyweds exit, the guests applaud and throw petals.

Now, the grand wedding feast begins.

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