The pure white dress decorated with diamonds and pearls sparkled with every step.
The gold embroidery that blends with the light adds a sense of mystery to the cream-colored road.
The bride's demeanor and even her face glimpsed beneath the veil exuded the elegance of the royal family.
A strange sense of awe welled up in the hearts of those who looked at the bride.
Beside Medea was Peleus, holding his sister's hand.
"The Emperor himself?"
"Normally, the Emperor doesn't accompany her. He says she is his only sister, so I guess he really cherishes her."
"You might think of it that simply, but..."
It was also a powerful message to the continental people present at the event.
It meant that Princess Medea was a powerful figure representing Valdina.
Empress Dowager Xu frowned in the crowd.
'If you can swing your arms around like that with my brother and Agema, you probably won't die in Katzen at least.'
Even the Princess of Valdina wore diagonal epaulettes embroidered with the Valdina emblem over her pure white dress, and wore Cesare's signet ring on her hand.
As if she had both empires in her hands.
Peleus, holding Medea's hand, reached the end of the cream-colored road and stopped walking.
Cesare stood before him.
Before offering him his sister's hand, Peleus looked into Cesare's eyes.
"What's most important to me is Dea's happiness. This child has chosen you, but don't make my sister sad for even a moment."
Peleus' voice was cold and stern.
"If you fail to protect Dea, I will take the child back to Valdina without hesitation."
At that time, neither the oracle nor the empire will be able to stop him.
"..."
He knew very well that the arrogant First Prince, second only to the Emperor in Katzen, would find this threat extremely unpleasant.
Still, he had to speak. And he had to listen.
Cesare's eyes were completely filled with Peleus.
He slowly bowed his head to show his respect, with not a hint of a smile on his face.
"I will swear by my name that I will cherish and cherish Dea more than anyone else, at any moment."
People's eyes seemed to pop out.
The black devil of the battlefield, the First Prince, who bows his head before anyone?
Even in wars of conquest, he is the one who cuts off the heads of his opponents and leaves them lying at his feet.
Even though they are brothers-in-law, how can the First Prince of that fierce empire bow his head so obediently?
Peleus was also a little surprised, as he had not expected Cesare to show this much sincerity.
But that was only for a moment, as Cesare added at the end.
"I promise, brother."
Peleus's eyebrows twitched again.
Peleus nodded briefly at the Pope and then stepped aside.
Medea and Cesare, the two of them, finally stood at the altar of the oath.
Pope Benedict opened the Bible.
"We stand here to bless a young couple brought together by the Goddess."
His voice resonated through the cream-colored Mitra.
Medea somehow didn't feel real.
The Pope's flowing congratulatory speech seemed to pass by her ears.
She stared at the man in front of her.
"Under the will of the Goddess, the union of the two countries of Katzen and Valdina will prosper."
Although only a silhouette could be seen vaguely behind the veil, the presence of his broad shoulders and solid chest stood out excessively.
"... Will you fulfill your duty for the country and the people?"
"Yes."
At one moment, Cesare's voice was heard. The two men's hands were folded over the Bible.
"Medea de Valdina. Will you, under the grace of God, protect one another with love and loyalty, and fulfill your duty for your country and people?"
The Pope's voice was heard. Medea knew it was her turn.
For a split second, a question crossed her mind.
Is this the right length?
She wonders if she will regret her decision to change the course of her second life by choosing this man.
"Yes."
But Medea answered calmly.
Yeah, she won't regret it.
Medea glanced at Cesare through the veil.
He is certainly a solid ally and like-minded person, but there is no way she will ever love him.
So, she can rest assured.
As long as she doesn't cross this final line she's drawn for herself.
There will be no betrayal or failure to protect herself.
"You two, exchange rings."
When they exchanged rings, the tips of his long fingers absentmindedly tickled the back of Medea's hand.
Medea glared at Cesare, a strange tension running through her skin.
A smile lingered in his eyes as he looked under the veil.
"With this, I declare that you two have become husband and wife with the blessings of God, the royal family, and all people. Please complete the marriage that the Goddess has brought together for you."
'How do you want me to finish it?'
It was when Medea was absent-mindedly thinking.
The veil was lifted. Cesare had lifted it.
The soft light coming through the stained glass shone onto Medea's transparent face.
The moment Cesare was fully reflected in her clear green eyes, it felt like a huge bell was passing through his heart.
It felt so sacred that he dared not look at it, yet so desirable that he wanted to touch it.
Cesare's gaze traveled down the soft curve of Medea's eyes and nose to her red lips.
He bowed his head.
Medea paused.
Something soft touched her lips lightly and then disappeared.
The warmth was warm, and the texture against her lips was unfamiliar yet soft.
Wow. The guests gasped.
The sight of the mysteriously beautiful bride and the dangerously handsome groom kissing made their heart race as if they were peeking at a famous painting.
They both held hands without realizing it.
The noble ladies whispered with their mouths covered by their fans, and even the priests clasped their hands.
"..."
After just enough time to be impeccable, Cesare withdrew.
Medea blinked. It was about time she thought about the warmth that had left her.
Cesare impulsively bowed his head once more and kissed her briefly.
“Ahahaha!”
"It's because the Princess is so beautiful!"
People burst into laughter.
At first, it felt so sacred that he couldn't dare to kiss her, but the second kiss finally felt like that of a loving couple.
A mischievous laugh spread through the crowd.
Stop.
"Your Majesty. Your Majesty..."
Except for the bride's brother, who broke the corner of the chair in the cathedral.
Fix it! You can't beat the groom you just got engaged to! D'Angel whispered under his breath.
"Look over there!"
At that moment, someone pointed to the ceiling of the cathedral.
A mysterious sparkle appeared on the sunlight passing through the stained glass.
It was so dazzling that it was almost blinding, as if silver dust was fluttering.
"The light is pouring down!"
Someone muttered at the strange phenomenon that gave the illusion that gold and silver particles were spreading through the air.
In a mystical radiance, Medea and Cesare turned and walked down the cream-colored road.
With every step they took, petals of blessing were scattered.
A gentle breeze, accompanied by the fragrant scent of flowers, scattered the flower petals that were supposed to fall to the ground.
They floated gently through the air as if an invisible spirit was surrounding the two of them.
"Ah! Is this possible? It looks like the flower petals are dancing!"
"What about the light! Doesn't that mean that the goddess is pleased with this marriage?"
"This is a phenomenon of blessing recorded in the Bible!"
Everyone gathered together and blessed them.
"Whether it's God or someone else, if it's a blessing, I can't lose."
Terence muttered and shot a huge fire magic into the sky.
"You punk, do you think this is the tower you play on?"
Even while scolding him like that, Magic Tower Lord waved his hand in the air as if he were excited. Terence's magic circle grew larger.
Pop-!
Colorful fireworks of red, blue, and gold burst in succession in the air, creating a spectacular sight that resembled a shower of stars.
"Wow!"
"I, I! You robed, filthy rascals dare to turn the sacred temple into a playground...!"
"Oh, High Priest! Please give me the magic tower!"
Paul's enthusiastic response was buried in the cheers of the people.
The Great Hall was filled with cheers, blessings, and laughter.
Medea stopped for a moment.
The Agemas are clapping their hands vigorously as the temple leaves.
Neril, holding high the flag of VaIdina and Saya with tears in her eyes.
D'Angel, who calls out Medea's name, and Sissair, who bows slightly to show respect.
And her brother, who had a face that seemed like it could freeze ice, smiled faintly when their eyes met.
'What I wanted to return, what I wanted to protect...'
Medea suddenly stopped.
Why does it stop? What's the problem?
The embarrassed guests stirred.
At that moment, she felt the warmth of her hand.
"..."
It was Cesare.
His hands were large and strong enough to wrap around Medea's hands.
Medea looked up at him.
As she met his golden eyes, she felt as if he understood the strange feeling she was feeling right now.
'That can't be happening.'
It felt like she was no longer alone on this road she had been running breathlessly along.
It was a strange yet reassuring feeling, as if she had a pillar to lean on, Iike this hand that was firmly held onto.
"Medea. It's time to go."
A low voice whispered.
He didn't move until Medea took another step.
As if he could wait by her side forever.
Finally, Medea stepped forward. Cesare followed suit.
Their steps never stopped again until they reached the end of the creamy road.
Medea whispered as she walked into the dazzling light that spread out before her.
Hello, my Valdina.
Later, the first and last royal wedding recorded in the Bible of Sacramontis ended with such splendid joy.
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