Capítulo 485: Chapter 258: The Wedding Day (15,000 Words) (Part 6)
She walked closer with a sowhat aggressive deanor: “Besides… don’t you have an unavoidable reason to go back?”
The words were like a sharp blade, piercing the deepest part of Lynn’s heart.
The next mont, Hillena suddenly shed her usual cold deanor. She raised her foot and lightly kicked Lynn’s calf with her boot toe, as if it was a flirtation between lovers: “Anyway, I already inford the Priest of this decision yesterday. Now, the entire Morol City is looking forward to this wedding. I think you no longer have the opportunity to refuse.”
A trace of barely perceptible tension flashed in her eyes, fearing that Lynn would refuse because of that guy nad Ivyst.
All the descendants of the Demon Clan in the city were eagerly awaiting, hoping this wedding could break the barrier looming over this world and break the shackles imprisoning them.
Does Lynn really have the heart to let everyone down?
Hillena was betting, betting that Lynn was actually a man prone to being soft-hearted, even though his words were sharper than knives.
After a long silence, Lynn finally sighed softly: “Do as you wish.”
Upon receiving this response, Hillena’s heart finally settled. In reality, if Lynn firmly rejected her decision, it would most likely end very awkwardly.
Of course, there was another way, which was to forcibly complete the union with Lynn through her own efforts and those of the Demon Clan descendants.
After all, Lynn only had the power of a Second Rank Transcendent, not even her opponent.
However, using force is ultimately undesirable, and Lynn agreeing was the best outco.
At this mont, in an angle unseen by Lynn, a trace of relief flashed in Hillena’s eyes, along with an epheral deeper sadness.
…
After gaining Lynn’s agreent, the absurd wedding began to prepare intensively. As the bride, Hillena received support from the entire city, with households practically turning out their cabinets, trying to provide so assistance for the wedding.
But resources in this world were scarce, everything was crude and coarse, and language barriers made finding substitutes for many necessities impossible.
In her state of amnesia, Hillena had no idea what preparations for marriage entailed, or what needed to be done, so many things had to rely on her own imagination.
The wedding banquet was set in the stone palace at Morol City’s center, already the most luxurious venue in the city, and Lida even lent her bedchamber as Lynn and Hillena’s bridal room.
However, in the days when the groom Lynn should have been busy, he kept heading to the top of the Divine Tree, and no one knew what he was discussing with the Spiritual Body of the Divine Tree.
Lynn and Hillena’s completely opposite behaviors surprised everyone, leading to much speculation about their relationship behind their backs.
But no matter how they guessed, they could never imagine the extrely twisted and complex relationship between Lynn and Hillena.
However, one thing took Lynn by surprise: he always thought the Divine Tree’s physical form would be a mature, glamorous lady; yet, upon accidentally seeing its incarnation, he found a petite figure emitting a green glow, unable to clearly see her specific appearance due to the surrounding light.
However, her manner of speech was quite aged, forming an extrely stark contrast.
Ti flew, soon it was the sixth day.
As night fell, Morol City’s stone hall was festively decorated, although it was not comparable to human world opulence, it was the grandest scene they could present.
Lida presided over the wedding while acting as a translator, and the witches attending watched the food on the long table with glowing eyes.
For this wedding, Hillena nearly brought out everything from her storage space, as it was her first wedding in life, possibly her only wedding, so she felt it shouldn’t be too shabby; the ceremony should at least have its sense of occasion.
To these witches who had never left this world, the wedding was novel enough to bring joy.
Even in Lynn’s eyes, the wedding banquet was pitifully basic—his red ceremonial robe was dyed with pignt ground from a red stone unique to this world, resulting in a tragically poor effect.
The entire wedding process was simplified to only include the vow and shared drink, and after three rounds of drinking, so bold witches were so drunk that they tore off their coarse cloth breastbands, their violet skin swaying in the firelight, making it hard to look directly.
Not only that, they were muttering sothing while also glancing at Lynn repeatedly when speaking.
“They said…..” Lida covered her mouth with a laugh, acting as translator, “after the ceremony they also want to marry you, so they can enjoy the food forever.”
“…”
Regarding such jokes, in the past, Lynn might have found them amusing, but now he only drank silently, one cup after another, as if gathering courage for sothing.
As for the bride Hillena, she was long waiting in the arranged bridal chamber.
Lynn nearly drank a whole barrel of wine brewed from the Divine Tree Juice, his body full of alcohol, yet his face showed not the slightest hint of drunkenness, particularly in his eyes, where resolve was evident, as though he had made so kind of decision.
When the last round of toasts was over, the absurd wedding finally reached its concluding ceremony, with Lynn guided by Lida and others to the deepest part of the palace under the intense gazes of everyone.
In the dimly lit room, several flas flickered with grace.
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