When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1378 - 95: This, Too, Is a Kind of Wedding Slideshow

Accompanied by the lodious music, Isabel, who was powerlessly falling backward, was suddenly caught by Aiwass.

"Don’t cry."

Aiwass’s gentle and deep voice sounded in her ear: "I am with you."

And after those words, Isabel shuddered all over and burst into tears with a wail.

She let out heart-wrenching sobs, sniffling and wailing. This blend of sorrow and reassurance perated every guest’s heart, causing them to shed tears unconsciously.

She mumbled unclear apologies, aggrievedly saying she hadn’t ant to cry. Aiwass, on the other hand, patted her back lightly, both crying and smiling, comforting her softly.

Yet Aiwass’s expression grew increasingly somber, increasingly heavy.

The next scene was Aiwass confronting Emma across the shattered glass steps.

Aiwass sighed: "I didn’t think you all would dare attack the Hall of Silver and Tin directly."

"Why wouldn’t I dare? I’m not her."

The "Enchanting Demon Emma" chuckled softly, her voice completely different from Emma’s: "Emma doesn’t dare, what does that have to do with ?

"She serves her ’father’, whereas I only please myself—"

"... I see."

Aiwass spoke calmly.

As the blood moon slowly rose, scarlet blood rain poured from the sky.

Aiwass, wearing a priest’s robe, rely lifted his right hand, pointing from afar at Emma, who had taken Isabel hostage.

"—I praise the Candle Master."

Aiwass uttered in a deep voice: "Reverence to the Eternal Self—"

The "cara" focused on Aiwass’s pupil.

From the depths of his pupils burst forth intense red and purple radiance.

He didn’t know what he was commanding, but he spoke:

"—Do it, kill her."

The music halted along with the fra.

The next mont, the deep and lodious music resonated again.

Aiwass stood alone on the shattered glass steps, while Isabel staggered forward, running into his arms.

Like every past mont, she hugged Aiwass tightly. As if holding her own father.

Then, on those shattered glass steps, pairs of legs cloaked in tal armor marched by.

As the knights stepped onto the shattered glass steps entering the Round Table Hall, Aiwass appeared at the door.

He took off his cleric’s robe, revealing the regular attire beneath. Dressed unlike anyone present.

A pure white shirt, pure white trousers, pure white cloth shoes. Coupled with his platinum blonde hair, swaying without wind.

He seed to glow all over, akin to the Sun.

With his hands behind his back, he walked alone over the shattered glass steps. Passing by the arrogant, defiant knights.

As he passed everyone, he used the fingers on his hands behind his back to gently touch them. As if baptizing them, and every knight grew silent with Aiwass’s touch.

The once noisy Round Table Hall grew quiet with Aiwass’s entrance. With each step he took, expressions transford from nonchalance to humility and obedience.

—These guests present could even see their expressions clearly at that ti.

From this third-party perspective, they could more clearly see... how the previously timid, nervous, and bewildered Queen grew bright-eyed, chest out, and confident as Aiwass approached.

After Aiwass finished touching the knights on one side, he sat in the seat closest to Isabel—on her left.

Aiwass rested his chin on his left hand, scanning the room.

"—Let’s begin the eting now."

Then, he raised the small hamr in front of Isabel with his right hand: "Be seated, Lords, as such."

That authority originally belonged only to the Queen, representing the identity of the eting host. Yet none dared to speak out against him.

As Aiwass rang the bell in front of the Queen.

From that small hamr burst forth an exceedingly brilliant pure white radiance—

The entire illusion before them vanished along with it, "White"—like Aiwass’s white, filled everyone’s eyes but didn’t sting them.

And in the next mont, the illusion dissipated.

Once again before their eyes was Aiwass, astride a pure white unicorn suspended in the sky, glowing with light and radiating rosy light.

Like the Sun—radiating dazzling brilliance.

And they followed behind the Sun.

This wondrous scene...

The guests were touched by it one after another.

Every sob, every word of comfort... etched in their hearts with that "I am with you."

Just by following Aiwass’s lead, there was such a strong sense of reassurance.

—And in truth, the illusion technique had not actually ended.

From the mont the unicorn took flight to the sky, using Isabel’s skirt as a dium, everyone had already fallen into her illusion. It was through the illusion that she could perfectly display her inner thoughts.

Not just pictures, music, or editing—her sentints were fully shared with every wedding guest, letting them know why she fell in love with Aiwass.

She had no trace of shyness, but was full of pride and confidence—this is how much I like Aiwass, and I think you will like him too!

—I want you to know, I want everyone to know how incredible the person I fell in love with is!

Such intense emotions composed Isabel’s first true work.

Even after the white light ended, the composition of Aiwass and Isabel walking in the sky was still an optimized illusion. After all, no one knew what the unicorn’s ability was, and whatever those following the unicorn saw was reasonable. Moreover, it couldn’t purely be called illusion... Isabel’s illusion technique had long reached the stage of transforming illusion into reality, where even caras could capture monts of that artwork, even phonographs could record the songs she sang.

And they remained suspended in the illusion, as Isabel intended to help them synchronize their sense of ti.

When guests erged from the illusion, they would promptly arrive at the Holy Nation. Conveniently saving the idle travel ti.

In a sense, it was a kind of affectionate wedding slideshow too...

They didn’t pause at the port, but flew directly to the third layer.

And as one by one people awoke from their reverie, they discovered the surroundings had unknowingly beco lush and verdant.

Forests, grasslands, all sorts of small animals... just like a small boat sailing into a fairy tale.

The unicorn had landed, and Aiwass and Isabel disembarked from the unicorn. Around Aiwass and Isabel, many animals, both familiar and unfamiliar, gathered together.

There were even mythical fairies delivering gifts—in the distance, a band of fairies perford beautiful music for them. Aiwass seed to be conversing with the fairies, while so surprise and hesitation appeared on Isabel’s face.

"Are these... gifts from the Fairy Queen?"

Soone murmured.

Apparently, it’s more than that—

From the depths of the forest, many fairies ran out.

Even the Queen of the Shadow Nation sent gifts at the very first mont they arrived at the Holy Nation!