516: Chapter 244: Making Friends Through Martial Arts 516: Chapter 244: Making Friends Through Martial Arts The brief exchange with the rangers ended on a joyful note.
The knights who had traveled thousands of miles from various parts of Orland, spurred by just a single summons, were chivalrous n like Larian—straightforward and righteous.
With sincerity, interactions with them were remarkably easy.
However, they were puzzled about the whereabouts of the disaster that everyone had been summoned to confront and where they should go to eliminate the vast hordes of Undead ntioned by Larian.
Leon could only offer so reassurance to these eager brave souls.
This crisis wasn’t sothing a few martial artists could resolve single-handedly.
For now, the soldiers of Avalon had just returned from conscription, physically and ntally fatigued, unable to imdiately commit to battles far afield.
Moreover, there were still so rangers on their journey who had yet to arrive.
Only by making adequate preparations could needless sacrifices in the future be minimized.
Besides, such a monuntal event was not solely Avalon’s responsibility.
Leon intended to deliberate further with Count Eriv.
Making use of Azeryan’s wedding, it provided an opportune mont to discuss the matter within the Thorny Flower Family.
Leon had already sent ssengers to invite all nobles of the Farolis faction, including the Sealing Lord, to this grand wedding banquet.
…The scale of Azeryan’s wedding far exceeded that of an ordinary knight’s ceremony.
Just counting the number of invited nobles, including the lords’ female companions and family mbers, surpassed several hundred, not to ntion the entourage they might bring along.
Properly accommodating such a large gathering of guests would also pose a challenge.
In the days that followed, the Avalon baronial was abuzz with activity.
Lokhak led the established army of knights and Thorny Flower’s stationed troops in rotation, taking over the military camp and fortifications.
Leon and Azeryan reviewed the soldiers’ rits, personally awarding land and hosteads to the bravest in battle, promoting military ranks, then assigning the soldiers rotational leave.
As the only married mber among Avalon’s senior advisors, Miss Elena naturally took the lead in organizing the wedding preparations, while Miss Sali arranged the ceremonial processes for the wedding day.
Lady Martha assisted Elena, procuring and preparing large quantities of foodstuffs, livestock, and decorations for the banquet.
The soon-to-be bride, Miss Raya, was equally busy.
Leading the team of summoned painters and scribes, she ticulously copied and replicated design manuscripts for the Guardian Spirit Holy Lamp daily.
Despite the bustle, the bride and groom still needed to set aside ti to try on the outfits prepared for the wedding.
Azeryan’s attire was simple.
The brand-new plate armor crafted by dwarf artisans had been completed during his expedition.
This magnificent and elegant armor would serve as the knightly groom’s best wedding attire.
He only needed to add a cloak embroidered with the Flarrell Family emblem and wear an accessory chain and dal to complete the look.
As for the bride Raya, her styling required far more intricacy.
A custom-made gown, a veil embroidered with delicate handkerchiefs, and jewelry ornants—all these adornnts only made the already beautiful painter even more stunning.
In Raya’s private chamber, lively chatter filled the air.
Whether according to Orland or Seryan traditions, the bride’s wedding outfit must not be seen by the groom or other gentlen before the ceremony.
Thus, the rare free monts of the ladies and maidens were spent gathering around Raya to assist her in decorating and selecting ensembles.
Elena, Martha, and Vanessa favored a graceful and dignified style, while Olivia, Treya, Little Lina, Sali, and Milena were more drawn to a youthful and refreshing flair.
Being a painter herself, Raya had her own ideas.
However, this once-in-a-lifeti mont weighed heavily amidst myriad suggestions, leaving her in a dilemma of choice.
Ultimately, it was Miss Magreina’s selection that reached a consensus among everyone.
Though she was compelled to accept a wedding tied to that miscreant from the Felcon Family as part of an escape plan, this daughter of the Salain Family had nevertheless lived through a grand, top-tier noble wedding and had more authoritative opinions on the bride’s apparel.
Looking at Raya, adorned in her lavish gown and beaming with joy in the mirror, Olivia’s gaze held a faint flash of envy.
She too longed for the day she could don a wedding dress.
But with unfinished obligations, Olivia buried that yearning and lancholy deep within her heart.
She gently touched the ribbon behind her hair, feeling a warm resolve.
To her, helping Leon build the magnificent future he dread of was far more important.
The mont she decided to pick up the sword, she swore to prevent Selva’s tragedy from happening again.
Now, that commitnt extended to encompassing all of Avalon Territory.
If they couldn’t protect everything they held dear, happiness gained would ultimately be a re illusion…
Once Raya’s outfit was finalized, she changed out of the gown.
After so brief banter, the ladies dispersed.
Returning to the main castle, in the long corridor, Olivia and Treya encountered Leon walking toward them.
“I’m all set on my end.
How are things with you ladies?” Leon inquired.
“Mm, Raya has made her choice.
She looks truly gorgeous in her wedding dress.” The young maiden remarked.
Leon stepped forward, taking Olivia’s hand.
Leaning in closely, he said, “Don’t be jealous.
When it’s our turn, I’ll make sure you look even more beautiful.”
“Easy to say…
You better keep your word.”
Olivia shot him a glance, though her heart felt softly elated.
“Of course~♪ Just wait and see.
I’ll show everyone what the most dazzling bride in the world looks like.” Leon raised his brow confidently.
Feeling rather proud, this task seed simple to him.
The current styles of wedding attire, based on his view, were sowhat conservative.
No matter how exquisite the materials were, they still felt modest compared to the vision in his mind.
Soon enough, he’d hire an expert tailor to craft a wedding gown based on the grand vision in his imagination…
Just imagining Olivia adorned in his envisioned design lit up Leon’s eyes.
…White silk, oh….
Olivia noticed Leon’s rather “intense” gaze, unsure of what he was thinking.
Still, suspecting he might be planning mischief again, she pinched the palm of his hand to pull him back to reality, reminding him not to grin foolishly—especially with Treya standing nearby, clearly enjoying the situation.
Leon had no choice but to put his fantasy on hold, composed himself, raised his left arm, and suggested to Olivia, “Since we’ve got so ti, let’s hit the arena for so sparring.
After resting and nursing injuries for so long, my bones are feeling stiff.”
“Your hand and chest wound—are they fully healed?” Olivia asked with concern.
“Fully functional.
I confird with Lola; she said it’s fine, so it’s definitely fine.
In fact, back at the tower that day, my flesh and bones were completely healed; I’ve just regained control ability now,” Leon reassured.
During this period, he had only managed a basic review of the “technique” he had inexplicably grasped.
Now, eager and impatient, he was itching to test it further with his beloved little lion.
Seeing Leon’s confidence, Olivia relented.
First, they visited her room, where Treya helped her into her armor.
Leon then led them to the treasury within the castle fortress.
The Griffin Plate Armor, adorned with significant cracks and damages, was sent to a dwarf craftsman for repairs.
In the anti, he resorted to wearing Dawson’s Snake Pattern Plate Armor once again.
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