However, the oppressive atmosphere that had been building up was still lingering over the entire garden, and the tense atmosphere made it hard to breathe.
Zola observed their actions and couldn't help but whisper in Victor's ear:
"As you can see, the kingdom's power has declined, and there is no point in continuing to cooperate with them."
Although the people of the kingdom are all militarily capable, their current decline is difficult to conceal.
Even shopping streets can be destroyed by demi-humans.
King Augustus has lost the trust of the people and is no longer able to play his proper role in the country.
At this moment, the newlyweds slowly walked up to the high platform in front of them.
The one who witnessed their vows was Michaela, the bishop from the Church of the Goddess of Abundance.
She was blindfolded, holding a thick prayer book in her hand.
Facing the King and Queen, he softly recited the ancient vows:
Are you willing to spend your lives by each other's side?
"Whether poor or rich, in health or sickness..."
At that moment, Victor saw Grand Duke Barlow.
At this moment, he was standing below the side of the high platform, witnessing everything with his cloudy eyes.
The entire Kingdom of Kant is severely fragmented in terms of power.
The only remaining supreme guardian is Grand Duke Balor.
He had to bear everything alone; the burden on his shoulders was simply too heavy.
His figure became increasingly hunched, his back view filled with vicissitudes, lacking the vibrant vitality of youth.
Zola turned her head, looked at Viktor with expectant eyes, and slowly spoke:
“We want to shift the part of our cooperation with the Kingdom to Shulbon.”
Despite this, the Chamber of Commerce has not completely abandoned the Kingdom's market.
They simply wanted to shift their business focus to the more secure Shrewburn.
Even if profits decrease, ensuring a safe trading environment is more important to the Chamber of Commerce.
After all, no one wants to experience the shock and lingering effects of an auction again.
therefore.
"We also hope that Mr. Victor will consider it."
Although Shulburn was kingdom territory, it was controlled by Victor, whose influence over the land far exceeded that of August.
The Cassidra Merchant Guild was essentially paying Victor protection money in exchange for Shulburn's protection.
Victor withdrew his gaze from Grand Duke Balo and turned back.
As if remembering something, he spoke slowly in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"You feel this kingdom is no longer safe, so it's no longer worthwhile to continue cooperating with your merchant guild?"
Zola did not deny the statement, but nodded quietly in agreement.
After all, the entire Kingdom of Kant now only has Grand Duke Balo as its only high-level combatant.
No matter how strong Grand Duke Balo is, he is still just one person.
Viktor stood up, his voice quiet yet deep:
"Then there's no need for that trouble."
After saying that, Zola looked up in confusion at Victor, who had suddenly stood up.
“Mr. Victor, you…”
Her voice did not stop Viktor from moving.
Because at this moment, he was already walking towards the platform where the wedding was being held.
The ceremony had progressed to the ring exchange stage, and a series of crisp footsteps echoed through the venue.
Viktor's figure naturally became the focus of attention.
Even Aurelion and Priscilla, who were sitting in other seats, looked at him.
But the two seemed to have already understood something and did not find it strange at all.
Only the wealthy and noble lords present were filled with doubt when they saw Victor.
Victor?
What is he trying to do?
Michaela couldn't help but interrupt the blessing and turned to look at Victor who was walking towards her.
But all they heard was Viktor casually say:
"Just continue with your work."
She paused for a moment, then nodded, and continued offering her blessings.
At the same time, as Viktor gradually ascended the platform, a strange nebula emanated from his body.
The surrounding nebulae create a dreamlike atmosphere, making it seem deep and mysterious.
Countless silver fragments, shimmering with a cold light, materialized against the night sky, falling like shooting stars and leaving long trails of light behind them.
Just like the scene when Victor appeared today.
Countless people watched Viktor in silence.
The silver fragments in the sky, like pieces of steel armor, floated in the air along the nebula.
It was connected to Viktor's body by strands of blue silk.
Finally, a suit of armor with flowing nebulae enveloped Viktor.
A cold glint flashed, and the nebula rippled.
The windbreaker behind him was swept by the stars, falling gently like a cascading Milky Way, creating a dreamlike scene.
The Grand Duke, standing on the left, narrowed his eyes upon seeing Victor's appearance, as if he recognized something familiar.
As if passing through a sky full of stars, Viktor's face was covered by a silver-white mask.
He walked steadily step by step to the throne at the very front and sat down peacefully.
Upon seeing this, the nobles in the hall were stunned, their minds going completely blank.
At that moment, a deep, resonant voice emanated from beneath the armor, becoming muffled and majestic, carrying a sublime mystery:
"On this special day, I'll also give you a gift."
The next moment, before the nobles could even react...
The colossal soul of Saint Galilee, accompanied by layers of nebulae, emerged from the top of the high palace.
The massive steel body of the flowing star rose from behind Victor, its towering form seemingly touching the dome of the palace.
Three giant, star-shaped hands hovered in the air, each holding a weapon of a different shape.
In an instant, the nebula churned like waves, as if a wide river had slid across the land, wetting the knees of the nobles present.
A terrifying aura raged like a tidal wave, chilling the entire solemn and majestic steel palace to the bone.
The nobles' eyes were fixed on the powerful, dark figure, their pupils revealing their fear and shock.
They stared at the legs covered by a sea of stars, frozen in place, utterly lost and bewildered.
Before the Meteor General, they were as small as ants, and even the wind seemed capable of tearing them apart.
Terrifying, majestic, sublime.
At that moment, these words flooded their minds like a tidal wave.
Meanwhile, beneath Viktor's heavy Nebula Helmet.
A voice that did not belong to him rang out:
"Samuel."
"Your king has returned."
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