The azure sky was dotted with a few white clouds—today was a bright and sunny day.
Normally, with the rainy season approaching, the air of Moravia should have carried a damp, cold heaviness, but this refreshing autumn breeze seemed to foretell that “everything would go smoothly.”
It was as if even the gods favored the couple about to step into the halls of marriage.
“Sylvie, are you ready?”
The girl who once roamed the slums, covered in mud, was now clad in a pure white bridal gown.
The soft fabric hugged her upper body, the white satin wrapping her all the way down to her upper hips before finally relaxing its grip.
From her waist, a sheer veil trailed gracefully to the floor.
Her full, gentle curves peeked through, outlining the perfect figure of a bride. Sky-blue hair was adorned with a silver coronet, and the white veil covering her head added a dreamy mist to her beautiful face.
Valenrian was especially fond of the bustier and mermaid design on that “pet’s” dress. For this, he’d urgently summoned the best tailor in the Capital to recreate them.
But the section of the gown, bare from her neck to her chest, felt a little plain, so a white silk choker was fitted around Sylvie’s swan-like neck—and beneath it was a specially made Magic Tool.
No matter what, something like a Magic Restriction Collar was not suitable for a royal wedding.
But even so, Valenrian still felt uneasy relying only on the unheard-of Pharmaceutical provided by his subordinates.
This delicate little tool was both his personal preference and, in a way, an insurance policy.
Hearing a voice from outside the door, Sylvie set aside her previous bewildered expression. Smiling, she replied, “Your Highness Valenrian, I am ready.”
Hearing her answer, the man pushed open the door and entered. The Royal Guard standing behind the bride bowed and retreated.
“Amazing, truly beautiful. Now, you finally look like my wife.”
After his delighted praise, the Prince reached out, wanting to touch the cheek beneath the veil.
Shyly, the bride turned her face away, but in the end, she couldn’t avoid him.
“Are you nervous? Don’t worry, I’ll come to fetch you in a moment.”
Looking at this formerly wild and rebellious girl nodding so obediently, he felt a surge of satisfaction—perhaps this was the joy of having his “desire to conquer” fulfilled.
Truly, the gods were watching over him. Not only had he secured the support of the Chamber of Commerce for the Royal Family at minimal cost, but he could also marry such a beauty.
He almost didn’t have the heart to throw Sylvie into the Cold Palace.
“You all, ‘protect’ my fiancée well.”
After giving his orders to his subordinates, the man turned and left the room. According to the schedule, he had to leave the banquet hall first, ride a white horse here to collect the bride,
Then he and Sylvie would sit together in a special open carriage, parading along the main avenue of Moravia—the city of her birth—accepting the Blessing of the people.
Afterward, they would proceed to the temple, exchange tokens, and swear their Oath.
Finally, they would return to the banquet hall to enjoy the Evening Banquet with the invited Noble guests.
Though troublesome, every step was necessary for a perfect wedding.
Only one thing marred the perfection: it seemed someone with ulterior motives was deliberately spreading rumors that Sylvie was “an illegitimate daughter of a Borderland Noble, raised in the slums.”
But, man proposes and heaven disposes. Far from stirring up public opinion, such gossip only cast this “love” story in a Fairy Tale glow.
What’s more, Sylvie was from Occupied Territory—this marriage could even ease tensions between the Vichy Kingdom and the Occupied Territory.
At present, only a few old-timers in his own country still criticized this marriage, but they were easy to handle; he just had to appoint a new consort at the right time to minimize political fallout.
Besides, he was only “sacrificing himself” to host this wedding for the sake of the Royal Family’s strategy—a huge advantage in the matter of Heir Apparent.
Royal favor, the people’s support, the Chamber of Commerce’s wealth, and this rare beauty who listened to his every word.
Today, he was still the “Protagonist” of this world.
After adjusting his attire, Valenrian climbed into the carriage and set off toward the banquet hall……
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Time rewinds to five days ago.
With Su Yao’s help, Eveleel finally managed to see Sylvie.
Just as she had guessed, the enemy prince had locked her away.
The heartwarming reunion between the two was quickly interrupted by soldiers and the prince himself storming in.
That suspicious man didn’t just shackle Sylvie with complex Bindings—he’d likely set some sort of Alarm Device both on the room and the Shackles restraining her.
Seeing Sylvie break free of her ropes, Valenrian’s eyes blazed with rage.
He ordered his men to restrain her with even tighter bindings.
Then he summoned the red-haired woman they’d met once before, forcing some kind of Pharmaceutical down the girl’s throat……
The three who had come to her rescue used Magic Tool spells to hide in a corner of the dungeon.
Su Yao and Chlorel tightly held Eveleel back, refusing to let her rush out.
That sanctimonious man tormented Sylvie for a long while before finally leaving the dungeon.
Once they were sure no one else was around, the three of them released their magic.
Eveleel once again rushed to her lover’s side—but didn’t dare touch those Shackles and ropes again.
Blindly trying to free Sylvie might only repeat the disaster they’d just witnessed.
A frontal assault might work, but the risks were huge.
According to the Eye of Truth, there were two members of the prince’s Royal Guard only slightly weaker than Sophia.
If they wanted to take Sylvie away, they would have to fight—and though they could win, they’d likely be held back.
The consequences of alarming the enemy were unthinkable.
Invisibility magic?
Maybe, but the moment they rescued Sylvie it would trigger the Alarm.
Since that bastard prince could set up an Alarm Device, he surely thought of Tracking as well.
Even if he hadn’t, it wasn’t worth the gamble.
Neither Eveleel, Chlorel, nor herself could afford the risk of being exposed here.
Eliminate that bastard prince?
Impossible as well—if an enemy prince died in Moravia, it would bring huge Trouble.
Even if the Vichy Royal Family didn’t retaliate against the city, there was no guarantee the prince didn’t bear a Mark of Vengeance or something similar.
She and Chlorel’s forces were still in the Development Phase.
If they attracted Trouble they couldn’t handle, things would go very badly.
It seemed the only real chance to save Sylvie would be during her appearance at the wedding.
“I’m sorry, Sylvie. It’s all my fault for being so useless.”
“What are you saying, Princess Eveleel? I’m already so happy you came here. Maybe it’s a bit late now, but…but please allow me to say it: I love you.”
Ugh, so sappy…
Hm? Why is Chlorel looking at me like that? There’s no need for such mushy words between us, right?
Eveleel’s feelings needed no confirmation—she held Sylvie’s face and kissed her without hesitation.
That must have been her answer. Unfortunately, this scene in a dungeon was far from romantic…
For some reason, Chlorel’s eyes seemed to be sparkling.
The golden-haired loli’s inner alarms blared—she couldn’t let things go on.
To keep Her Highness from getting any weird ideas, Su Yao interrupted their spellcasting.
“Miss Hilvi, Your Highness Eveleel, sorry to interrupt. Let’s discuss these things later. For now, we need to come up with a new plan…”