"Congressman Yad, what exactly is going on with this wedding?"
"Did you come here because you know something about it?"
She remembered Cocotte's state at the time; he looked very worried.
Clearly, Cocotte might know something.
But Cocotte just shook his head when he heard Vanilla's words, and said in a low voice:
"I don't know what he's trying to do either."
"Let's keep watching."
who?
Is Gwen still her fiancé?
Vanilla keenly captured this key word.
Just as she was about to press for more information, solemn and melodious music suddenly filled the surrounding lawn.
Vanilla twitched her ears slightly; her intuition told her that this marked the official start of the wedding.
As the music started, she turned her head to look.
All the knights present turned to look ahead, showing respectful attention.
Some knights even stood there stunned, stammering in amazement:
"It's...it's so similar."
"This...it's practically him!"
Following the knights' blank stares, Vanilla also looked up at the white platform.
At that moment, her vertical pupils suddenly contracted.
She wore a light and white wedding dress, with equally white gloves on both hands.
A light veil draped over her silver hair.
She linked arms with a man in a neat suit as they walked forward.
Both the men and women had expressionless faces.
But in Xiang Zilan's eyes, that man was so familiar that she couldn't be more familiar with him.
That was... her master.
As the melodious music faded into the final notes, they stepped onto the stairs together.
Kefla, now dressed in a pristine white emcee's gown, stood on the podium in front of the two men.
She gazed tenderly at Gwen and asked:
"Miss Gwen, will you marry Mr. Victor Clavner?"
"Whether in poverty or wealth, in health or sickness, are you willing to stay by my side and remain steadfast in your commitment?"
Gwen nodded decisively without hesitation.
"I do."
Kefla turned to look at Victor and asked the same question:
"Mr. Victor, are you willing to marry Miss Gwen Delin?"
"Whether in poverty or wealth, in health or sickness, will you stay with me for the rest of your life, forever?"
At that moment, Victor nodded in agreement.
"Yes I do."
Just as the knights present were about to give a warm round of applause.
Suddenly, they saw it.
Viktor on the stage calmly shook his head and slowly withdrew his hand from Gwen's.
"but."
The next second, in front of everyone.
Pieces of crimson, illusory outlines emerged from the air.
As the glimmer of light swept across, the crimson outlines finally revealed their true form.
Pieces of crimson armor descended from the sky and landed on Victor's body.
They connect and combine with each other until they finally take full shape.
The moment the magnificent armor was assembled, a burst of scorching orange flames erupted from the gaps in the armor.
Like the scales of a fire dragon, it spreads out from the inside out.
Under the scorching flames and light, everyone forgot to breathe, staring in shock at the original Victor.
Then, from within that crimson helmet, a pair of eyes burning with fierce flames appeared.
With intense meteor-like fire, his gaze fell upon Gwen, who remained expressionless.
A chaotic crackling sound resounded deep beneath the helmet:
My family isn't here.
"I am deeply uneasy about this marriage."
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