He remained silent as he watched Viktor's retreating figure.
He didn't see Viktor walk down the platform and pass by his sister Joanna until he saw her.
He stood there beside Joanna, looking at the two-star badge on her chest.
When Hilda became queen, her title was naturally inherited by her sister Joanna.
He then gave Joanna a kind smile and left the palace down the corridor, under the watchful eyes of everyone.
In that instant, Hilda finally had a different reaction.
Her eyes widened, her gaze fixed intently on Joanna.
It's like connecting everything together.
At that moment, Hilda realized it.
It is clear that the unfolding of all these events was no coincidence.
However, even if we realize it now, it's already too late.
She could no longer change anything.
Michaela cleared her throat, picked up the thick prayer book, and dusted it off.
Continue with the remaining rites for August and Hilda.
But by this time, no one in the palace was paying attention to the wedding on the high platform anymore.
Words of blessing drifted through the palace, though those who listened were no longer there.
General Meteor stood behind the throne, his massive steel body still flowing through the nebula, soaring into the sky.
People's attention had shifted from him to Viktor's departure.
Zola stared blankly in the direction Victor had left, the shock in her heart lingering for a long time.
He continued to walk further and further away, gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.
The nobles then came to their senses.
Looking back at the throne, the floating fragments had somehow been restored.
An unused suit of armor sat alone on the throne.
"May you two be forever united in heart and soul."
Michaela's blessing slowly came to a halt, and the nobles all stood up to look at the newlyweds.
Beneath that towering, cloud-piercing body, the soul of the Meteor General clasped his hands together, his meteor-like longsword pointing towards the heavens.
Grand Duke Barlow stood before it, his hunched body slightly bent.
It was as if they were bowing to him, as if they were bowing to the rise and fall of the entire kingdom.
Beneath the flowing nebula, Grand Duke Balo's slightly hoarse voice rang out:
May the kingdom last forever.
The nobles suppressed their shock and stood up in unison, bowing in unison with Grand Duke Barlow.
Along with their shouts:
May the kingdom last forever!!!
...
Viktor stood alone outside the royal city, gazing at the original, dark appearance of this steel wall.
He felt a cold wind surging through him, and a chill creeping over him.
Pedestrians with long swords at their waists hurried past, while carriages sped through the night.
Many people gathered in various parts of the royal city, looking towards the palace, and were filled with awe.
According to the seasons, it is already October, the harvest season is coming to an end, and the chill of winter is beginning to show.
Viktor has been here for half a year now.
He stood alone against the cold wind, his trench coat fluttering in the wind, making a crisp rustling sound.
Suddenly, crisp footsteps came from behind.
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Victor."
Zola, panting heavily, bent over with her hands on her knees, breathing heavily behind Victor.
Victor didn't turn his head, but simply replied casually:
"It seems you're a bit out of shape."
Zola recovered, a gentle smile on her face, and said to Victor:
"You're right, I will definitely work hard to train from now on."
Victor turned around and looked Zola up and down.
To be honest, I don't remember much about the other Viktor characters, but I do remember her long legs very well.
His gaze shifted from her legs to the direction behind her, and he spoke slowly.
"Now, you don't need to worry about the kingdom's security anymore."
The enormous soul of Saint Galilee almost covered the entire palace, and its body soaring into the sky was seen by everyone.
The Holy Spirit stood atop the palace with unparalleled majesty; even disregarding his actual strength, his very image was enough to awe people.
It's estimated that in a while, the world's headlines will be about a terrifying giant appearing atop the palace of the Kingdom of Kant.
If the people in the kingdom aren't stupid, they'll definitely take this opportunity to openly flex their muscles to the world and expand the influence of the Kingdom of Kant.
It was euphemistically called a rebirth from the ashes, with a holy spirit descending from heaven to protect the royal city.
Zola paused slightly upon hearing Viktor's words.
She understood the implication.
Now that the capital city is safe, the Chamber of Commerce no longer has any worries, so there is no need to cooperate with Victor.
Zola opened his mouth, but then hesitated and stopped.
"I……"
Before she could say more than two words, Viktor interrupted her:
"Actually, your chamber of commerce's real purpose is probably to find a protector."
"To deal with your irresponsible gods, is that it?"
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