Chapter 96 The Wedding of the Century: The Bride Runs Away
Aurora was still making a last-ditch effort, trying to close the door slowly, almost imperceptibly.
A jet-black dagger touched the doorknob, pushing the door open slightly without giving anyone the right to refuse.
Following the angle of the opening, Aurora saw Merritt's hand.
There are also Heligalo, Erlan, and Skark.
Aurora gasped, wisely stepping aside to examine the pink lace on her cuffs. No matter how courageous she was, she couldn't overcome the combined power and strength of these five men.
Sigh, emotional debts are hard to repay, Ancia is really...
The heavy wooden door closed, shutting out the faint music from outside, and the atmosphere in the VIP reception room became subtle.
Ancia overheard the conversation at the door and saw the five male protagonists gathered together, a rare sight. Feeling dejected, she drank another glass.
Eve's vision blurred and spun as she saw her two and a half brothers, and a bunch of Ancia's lovers, all drunkenly smiling at Ancia, "How lively...did you invite them all?"
Ancia gave a wry smile, then poured herself another full glass. "How could I dare?"
Skalk sniffed the sweet aroma of wine in the air, took the silver cup from Ancia's hand, and drank it all in one gulp. "So sweet, not strong, not much alcohol."
Airland: "If you like, we can prepare more of this sweet wine for our wedding."
Murtrie glanced at him indifferently. "She hasn't said she wants to marry you yet."
Heligaluo approached, gently massaging Ancia's temples with both hands. "Are you feeling unwell after drinking so much?"
Ancia shook her head; she felt uneasy without her.
Verion picked up a thin blanket, unfolded it, and placed it on Eve's back. Then he turned to Ancia and said, "You should already know why we're here, right?"
Ansia nodded sullenly.
Verion looked around the salon room critically, then shook his head slightly in a compromising manner. "This should have been done on the rooftop terrace, but if we don't say it here, I'm afraid we won't have the chance."
Ancia's heart skipped a beat, realizing what he was about to say.
As expected, Vilian solemnly knelt down on one knee, held up a velvet jewelry box, and slowly opened the lid to reveal a dazzling ring.
Ancia stared blankly at Verion's face, silently repeating the same words in her mind as he did.
"I once promised you a prosperous empire, and now I have done it. Would you be willing to rule this empire, and every day of the rest of my life, with me?"
Verion's voice was exactly the same as the lines Ancia had in mind. Ancia closed her eyes; of course she knew what Verion was going to say.
That was the marriage proposal line from the happy ending of Verion's love story, and she remembered it vividly.
Should I agree?
Ancia looked at the other four male protagonists, who were all quietly waiting for her reply. An eerie silence fell over the room, broken only by Eve's occasional murmurs.
Ancia chuckled uncontrollably, but instead of giving her answer directly, she took the wine glass from Eve's hand and drank it down.
The sweet wine seemed to give her courage. Ancia took a deep breath and slowly said, "Propose... sure, all five of you propose together, and then have a wedding for six people, how about that?"
Aurora, sitting in the corner of the room, covered her mouth and looked at Ancia with admiration. How could she make such a request?
What truly shocked her was that all five people agreed!
Ancia had only a faint smile on her face, her eyes calm and unwavering. She extended her hand to Verion and said, "Okay, I agree."
She raised her hand, admiring the magnificent ring under the light; a happy ending seemed within reach.
Ancia took off the ring and put it into her system inventory. "Who's next?"
Heligalo's voice was gentle, his gaze focused. "All my prayers in this life have been for only two things: the peace of the people and your smile. Will you become my only faith?"
Ancia met his devout, deep blue eyes, smiled slightly, and extended her hand to him, "Okay."
The ring, blessed by Heligalo, was gently pushed in and fastened to her finger.
Ancia felt the warm magic emanating from the ring and smiled slightly. "It's so beautiful."
Taking off the ring once more, Ancia looked at the remaining three people, "Next?"
Merriel hadn't prepared a ring; his gaze was fixed on Ancia, and his voice was low, "The guild and my life have long belonged to you. Now I'm asking you for a title. Will you give it to me?"
Ancia nodded. "Here you go."
Skark's eyes burned with passion as he placed the polished bone ornament in her palm. "According to tribal custom, I offer you the sharpest wolf fang bone ornament. From this day forward, my loyalty belongs only to you. Will you accept it?"
Ancia gently stroked the smooth bone ornament and carefully put it away. "I do."
A wreath woven from vines and flowers appeared in Erlan's hand, which he gently placed on Ancia's head. His emerald eyes were filled with starlight. "The life of an elf is long and lonely. Would you be willing to let your name become the opening of my poems for the next thousand years?"
Ancia reached out and touched the wreath. A faint fragrance filled her nose. The tiny thorns had been smoothed away, leaving only harmless branches and soft petals. "Okay."
She smiled and urged them, "What are you still standing here for? Go and prepare for the wedding."
They all left, leaving only Ancia, Aurora, and a drunk Eve in the room.
Ancia sat blankly at the door for a while, then poured herself a drink with a faint smile on her face.
Aurora sat down next to Ancia and asked with concern, "Little Ancia, you don't seem... very happy."
Her words were somewhat euphemistic. In Aurora's eyes, those bright black eyes now seemed somewhat dim, and although she was smiling, they looked more like she was crying.
Ancia's smile became even more strained. "You figured it out, huh?"
Aurora confided in her, "I've been through this before. Marriage actually has very few constraints on us. You can still be free and happy after marriage. If you really don't want to be together anymore, I can take care of anyone except His Majesty."
Ancia chuckled, her laughter slowly fading, and she almost sighed as she said, "Freedom... it's no longer free."
She turned to look out the window; the bright moon hung high, perfectly round without any gaps.
*
The wedding preparations were quick, and it was held in the chapel of Gracia.
The entirety of Gracia was adorned with sweet and delicate ribbons, sets of blessing spells overlapped and intertwined, various magical elements fluctuated actively in the air, and white doves and griffins soared and danced in the sky above.
All the invited guests wore smiles and sincerely wished the newlyweds a happy wedding.
Ancia sat backstage, wearing a long, trailing wedding dress. The pure white, gorgeous gown made her look incredibly happy.
Eve was by her side; she was the bridesmaid that day, and she nervously gripped the hem of her dress, her expression serious.
Ancia, as the main character today, was surprisingly calm, and even had the mood to comfort Eve. She picked up a plate of bread and asked, "How about it? Would you like some bread from Jenny's house?"
Eve shook her head. "No, I don't like it."
Ancia lowered her eyes, picked up her silver fork, and stuffed the small, easy-to-eat pieces of bread into her mouth. It was still just as delicious. "If you won't eat it, I will."
Time passed quickly, and then there was a knock at the door. "Are the bride and bridesmaids ready? The wedding is about to begin!"
Ancia stood up, her wedding dress trailing on the ground, and walked with her to the hall.
The hall was already full of guests. Some of them she recognized; she had bought their handicrafts, their bread, eaten their food, and spoken with them… Others she didn’t recognize; she seemed to have only seen them in game illustrations from a long time ago.
Five men stood on the stage: the golden-haired, blue-eyed Holy Son of Light; the silver-haired, green-eyed Mist Moon Elf; the red-haired, beast-eared Orc Lord; the black-haired, red-eyed Night Walker; and the gray-haired, gray-eyed King.
They were dressed impeccably, their hair meticulously styled, watching the bride approach with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
The path leading to them is strewn with pure white petals, seemingly leading to a happy ending.
Ancia stopped at the front row of seats and looked down at Aurora, who was sitting there. "Why aren't you backstage?"
Aurora awkwardly touched her long black dress. "I am, after all, a widow."
Ancia sighed deeply, covered her face with her hands, and burst into laughter under the cover of her palms, transparent water droplets trickling through her fingers.
When she lowered her hand, her eyes were slightly red, and she stared intently at the five male leads waiting for her on the stage.
Even now, they remain focused, watching her with piety and fervor as she ascends the last few steps.
Ancia pulled the Shadow Embrace from the outside of her thighs and slashed it hard across the wedding dress on her legs.
Sizzle—
A tear appeared in the gorgeous wedding dress. Ancia paused, revealing her first genuine smile in days.
The shadowy embrace, which caused no harm, was able to tear the wedding dress; her guess was indeed correct.
This wedding dress is her shackle.
The sound of tearing fabric rang out. Ancia grabbed both sides of the tear with her hands and ripped it open. The expensive white tulle dress fell to the ground, and the train of the wedding dress now only reached her knees, with uneven lengths.
Only three steps away from the male leads on the stage, Ancia took one last deep look at them, then turned and ran out of the auditorium.
She'd rather die than go through with this marriage!
The auditorium doors creaked open, and sunlight streamed in from outside the castle. Ancia squinted and ran toward Villa No. 11.
The bride ran away at the last minute during the wedding, and no one in the hall chased after her.
In front of Villa No. 11, Ancia stopped, slightly out of breath. It seemed that she had used up all the anger and courage she had accumulated. She just stood at the door, leaning against the wall, without going in.
A soft voice sounded behind her; a little fairy asked, "Would you like a drink?"
Ancia was puzzled. Lulu was helping out in the auditorium today. Who was speaking?
She turned around and saw Chief Sisi of the Little Fairy Clan flying in the air, holding a bottle of strawberry milk.
Ancia took the milk. "Thank you."
The warm, sweet milk soothed her anxious mood, and Ancia even smiled at Sisi, "Hello, Chief Sisi, your name is so nice."
Chief Sisi happily twirled around in the air, "Right? It was the Dean who named me. I asked him for the bravest word in the world as my name."
Ancia was taken aback and asked anxiously, "Dean? Why...why did he give you this name?"
Chief Sisi scratched her cheek. "Hmm... He said the name came from someone he admired, the bravest, smartest, and most perceptive warrior in the world. So he gave me this name, hoping I would become as brave as her, and that's how I became the chief!"
Bang--
Ancia's milk bottle fell to the ground, scattering shards of glass everywhere.
Chief Sisi quickly waved her staff, "A spell to clean up trash! Hey, where are you going?"
Ancia was already heading towards Moon Lake; she was going to get to the bottom of this!
Ask her about everything that seemed amiss!
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