Clusters of flickering flames burst forth and rose from the armor.

The orange hellfire twisted like a hideous demon, igniting the dry, cold air around the armor.

Flames spread outwards from Victor's center.

The lawn and wedding venue were instantly engulfed in flames, turning the once warm and peaceful place into a sea of ​​fire.

The interlacing orange light became increasingly elusive, illuminating the front yard of the manor as if daylight had arrived.

The knights below the stage stared wide-eyed, frozen in place, speechless with astonishment.

What... what's going on?!

Their gazes were fixed on the crimson armor, the flowing patterns on its chest resembling a menacing ghost from hell.

A fierce and chilling aura swept over, leaving one in awe.

The light shone brightly in their eyes, and their trembling pupils revealed obvious shock.

This light, this power...

Holy crap, that armor is so cool!

Fortunately, some rational knights reacted quickly, and after a few seconds of shock, they hurriedly appealed:

"Quickly, put out the fire!"

The sudden fire raged like a wild beast, wreaking havoc throughout the manor.

The surrounding jungle and lawn were engulfed by flames, and the light white gauze turned into scorching flames.

Within minutes, the vast Delin Manor appeared to be on fire, descending into chaos.

Vanilla stood still, her eyes reflecting the raging flames.

His pupils, which were vertical like a cat's, trembled slightly, filled with intense shock.

What... happened?

A constant buzzing sound echoed in her ears, and her mind went blank.

The ferocity of the raging fire even made the catgirl temporarily forget that she could use magic.

Even now, Vanilla is still a little confused.

She was absolutely certain that the man who had been standing next to Gwen was her master.

She would never forget that unique scent.

Moreover, she knew what that armor was like.

As a catgirl who came from the Clavenna family, Vanilla was deeply impressed by that armor.

She remembered that when she was little, she even pushed the armor herself in a small cart from the mansion to the wilderness.

As a result, shortly after that, Miss Lia delivered the devastating news of Master Victor's passing.

But... why did Master Victor put on that armor and set the wedding venue on fire?

Suddenly, the servants in the mansion let out frightened screams.

The sound pierced the darkness and reached Vanilla's keen ears.

Almost instantly, her thoughts were pulled back to reality.

All around, knights hurriedly carried buckets of water.

They ran back and forth, trying their best to put out the fire.

Water was continuously poured onto the spreading flames, but only steam rose, and the raging fire did not diminish in the slightest.

On the contrary, the flames seemed to rebel deliberately, burning even more fiercely.

"No, that won't work!"

"The water is completely useless!"

Sweating profusely, they dragged empty buckets, watching helplessly as the fire escalated.

They were powerless and could only look up at the wedding platform.

Look towards the source of the flames, look at the armor wreathed in raging fire.

Each knight's eyes held a clear plea for help, but their gazes eventually settled on Gwen on the high platform.

Crimson armor stood on a pristine white platform, its flames flickering in the night.

The helmet on the armor gleamed, but only the two fiery pupils hidden beneath it were clearly visible.

And at this moment, standing before Viktor was the bride of this wedding.

She remained expressionless amidst the flames.

The light from the surrounding flames reflected off her snow-white wedding dress and skin, adding a touch of crimson to the pristine white.

Nevertheless, she remained calm.

However, Kefla beside her could not remain calm.

She clutched her expensive emcee's attire, watched the approaching flames, and quickly retreated.

As she retreated, she also had to be careful not to let her beautiful purple hair get caught in the flames.

After retreating to a safe distance, Kefla glared at the fiery armor, her eyes wide, and demanded:

"Victor! What exactly do you want to do!"

She didn't understand what was happening at the scene.

The wedding was going so smoothly that she was even excited all night because her sister was finally able to marry the person she loved.

It's worth noting that Gwen has never liked these fussy formal outfits.

She always considered herself a knight and would not attend any banquets.

Even when traveling normally and meeting the Queen, she would only wear a suit of armor.

However, she willingly wore a wedding dress for this wedding.

Kefla often saw Gwen wearing a carefully prepared wedding dress, learning the etiquette and steps of a noblewoman.

She has been trying to get rid of her discomfort.

All of this was because she firmly believed that Viktor would definitely come back.

They will definitely get married on the day Victor returns.

Last night, she even took the initiative to ask Gwen why she was in such a hurry to get married and why she didn't want to have a public wedding.

It should be noted that this grand wedding, which was supposed to be attended by all the nobles in the capital, was only attended by two people, according to Gwen.

One is Lia, and the other is the current empress.

But Gwen only told her...

"I don't want our wedding to become a shackle that binds him."

She didn't want to make the wedding public, nor did she want to reveal Viktor's identity.

It wasn't because she wanted to keep Viktor by her side and prevent him from contacting anyone else.

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