Early the next morning.
Ellie and Arthur got up early, changed into their official dragon-style uniforms, and wore the jeweled medals that symbolized their dukehood.
The Duke wore a navy blue Holy Dragon Army uniform on his upper body, paired with black noble tights on his lower body, a red sash across his body, and several jeweled military medals and a title medal symbolizing his dukedom on his chest.
The black hair was meticulously styled with hair oil.
As Arthur adjusted his cuffs, he noticed the gaze and looked up, only to meet Li Aili's unseeing stare.
The Duke, who had been expressionless, raised an eyebrow slightly.
Since their marriage, Arthur has become quite familiar with his wife's preferences.
"like?"
Li Aili's cheeks flushed slightly.
Arthur tucked the ceremonial sword into its scabbard and turned to help Ellie adjust her dress.
Court dresses from the Holy Dragon era did not use crinolines, and the aesthetics of the long dresses coincided with those of the elves.
The elves' ceremonial gowns are lighter and more form-fitting, while the noble gowns of the Holy Dragon Maidens must have lace linings. Royal gowns must be floor-length.
Arthur walked to the mirror, knelt on one knee, and gently helped his wife adjust her skirt.
Knock, knock, knock, the door to the room was gently knocked on.
Victoria's voice came through, "Your Highnesses, it's almost time. His Highness Albert requests your presence."
Arthur stood up and offered his strong, steel-like arm to Ellie.
Li Aili gently took Arthur's arm. "Please come in, Victoria."
Victoria pushed open the door and saw this perfect couple, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven.
For a moment, Victoria was momentarily stunned.
Then, she smiled slightly and said, "Your Highnesses, please follow me."
They passed by the corridor on the second floor of the castle.
Li Aili glanced to the side and saw that many people were already standing in the royal courtyard below.
Many kings came to form an alliance with Albert.
The Grand Duke of the small principality, the King of the small kingdom, the ruler of a certain race... some tall, some short, some fat, some thin, they filled Clark's not-so-small royal garden to the brim.
Victoria led the two into a bright room.
Five thrones were placed in the room.
Albert was already seated in the very center, on the largest and most magnificent throne.
To his left, across an empty seat, sat Fisheranki, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
Li Aili suspected that if there were seats in the next room, this Elf King, whose 'disdain' was practically written all over his face, would sit there without hesitation.
Fisherenaki rested his elbows on the armrest of the throne, his fist pressed against his chin, and the fake smile on his face was about to crumble.
Seeing Li Aili and her husband enter, Fishernaki finally couldn't help but speak sarcastically, "Oh, sister, you've finally come."
"Just now, I was 'invited' here by this noble Undead Prince."
“I’ve asked this almost a thousand times before you came in. But it seems that His Highness forgot to put his mouth on when he was ‘unearthed’.”
Li Aili: "..."
Arthur: "..."
Li Aili looked at Arthur with some hesitation.
Arthur led his wife over. "I thought we would go straight to the ceremony to sign the alliance, Albert."
Albert didn't turn to look at Arthur, nor did he pay any attention to the Elf King who was firing at him. He simply stretched out his hand and pointed to the empty seat next to him.
"Please take a seat, my brother, the 'show' is about to begin."
When Arthur heard the word 'good show,' his brow furrowed even more.
Victoria, like a frolicking little bird, 'flew' to Albert's right and took her seat.
Arthur led Ellie to her seat.
Just as they sat down, Li Aili inadvertently turned her head and saw Albert's attire for the day, and was slightly taken aback.
The last time she saw this outfit... it was worn by the Emperor of the Holy Dragon.
Clearly, Arthur also saw the outfit.
He simply looked away expressionlessly.
Clearly, this is not the time for the brothers to argue.
Li Aili belatedly realized that she wanted to go see Fisher-Nankey.
Just now, was he deliberately using the word "Your Highness" to mock Albert's wearing Imperial Army uniform?
Even without Arthur speaking, the atmosphere here became tense.
The soft cracking of bones caused by the skeletal dragon's movements was particularly noticeable at this time.
Gilmanoa climbed onto Albert's shoulder, nimbly spun around like a cat, and then found the most comfortable spot to lie down.
"Hey, you can start now."
Then, Albert raised his hand, which was gloved in white, and snapped his fingers casually.
There was a crisp 'click' sound—
In the royal court below the terrace, rows of imposing undead knights sounded their two-meter-long magic horns in unison.
The Holy Dragon Banner hangs on the horn, and the golden banners that once fluttered across the entire continent are now in the wind.
The ceremony officially began.
Everything was conducted according to the highest regulations of the Holy Dragon era. However, the once mighty knights had been transformed into sinister and terrifying undead.
The imperial capital, which had been favored by the blazing sun of the Golden Holy Dragon for many years, was now shrouded in dark clouds.
The loyal followers at the ceremony transformed into allies whose eyes burned with the fire of revenge.
Li Aili had participated in several similar ceremonies a thousand years ago.
At that time, the dragon pantheon had already been targeted.
Therefore, the Emperor had to use the Divine Pact to ensure that the warriors of the Holy Dragon would no longer be backstabbed on the battlefield.
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