King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 822 - 822 811 The Most Sincere Gift

Chapter 822: Chapter 811: The Most Sincere Gift Chapter 822: Chapter 811: The Most Sincere Gift “Prince Muria is about to get married, what gift are you planning to give him?” A Cold Crow landed next to a Frost Wolf, its size immense. When it spread its wings, it could obscure the Frost Wolf’s view of the sky.

“I haven’t decided yet, what about you?” The god of the Frost Wolf perched atop a massive stone pillar, overlooking the land of deities below. Under its claws lay a huge crystal invitation, which looked quite luxurious. A Storm Giant had sent it not long before, delivered through his believers.

“I plan to weave a set of feathered robes from my fallen feathers as a gift for him.” The god of the Cold Crow spoke nonchalantly, clearly having decided on its gift.

“That’s it?”

“What else do you expect? We are beast deities, not those opulent gods of humans. Our followers used to be just wild beasts and uncivilized Frost Giants. It’s only recently that we’ve gained human believers. We don’t have those sophisticated weapons to give him, only some primitive materials.”

“Isn’t that a bit poor? Too cheap, makes us seem insincere.”

“We are deities, after all. Isn’t a feathered robe woven from feathers shed from a deity’s body full of sincerity? Besides, our relationship with him is just an alliance. We’re not his subordinates, so we don’t need to be overly concerned. Plus, do you know how big the feathered robe I’m planning to give is? I’m intending to give one that even the Titan True Form of Prince Muria can wear.”

“Uh, do you know how big Prince Muria’s true form is now? Would the feathers you naturally shed before be enough?”

“Of course not, which is why I expended some divine power to molt once entirely. With so many feathers, there’s enough to weave a feathered robe.”

“…Then should I present a wolf fur cloak along with some of my fallen wolf teeth?” The Frost Wolf god tentatively asked. To be honest, it had been intimidated by its friend’s grand plan—what a determined crow.

In the end, under the persuasion of the Cold Crow god, the Frost Wolf god also molted once, weaving a wolf fur cloak to present as a gift to Prince Muria.

“Are we sending an envoy corps, or shall we personally descend an avatar to go?” Having prepared the gifts, the Frost Wolf god inquired tentatively to its companion.

“Are you daft? Sending an envoy corps? Just look at the chaos among those folks at the Temple of All Gods. Even they can’t find the chance to send down avatars right now.”

Upon hearing its friend’s words, the Cold Crow god cawed loudly, “Prince Muria’s wedding is sure to see the presence of Epics. What does it look like for minor deities like us to send envoys? Those with powerful divine forces and not well-acquainted with Muria send envoys to probe for information. As for us? Do you think it’s appropriate for us to put on airs in front of His Majesty?”

“Not appropriate, so we’ll go in person.” The Frost Wolf god scratched its neck,

“Oh, right, we should also bring along that Snow Leopard fellow. At times like these, we should stick together.”

On the Depluson Subcontinent, three divine lights descended from the Sky Dome, one after another, straight into the main temples. Then, three divine incarnations bursting with powerful presence emerged and joined together, tearing through space, heading towards the Sterling Subcontinent…

“Frost Wolf, Cold Crow, Snow Leopard!” Muria was surprised to see the three divine incarnations standing before him, but then he smiled; they were the first batch of deities who personally descended their avatars to congratulate him.

“Congratulations to Your Majesty on your marriage.” Seeing Muria come to greet them, the three beast deities couldn’t act haughtily. They felt the presence of the Dragon King and all followed suit with proper etiquette, presenting their carefully prepared gifts.

“You really didn’t have to bring anything so valuable…” Muria’s lips twitched as he viewed the pelts presented by the three beast gods; they were so substantial that he was almost startled by their magnitude.

The pulsing divine power within the feathered robes and cloaks clearly showed that these were gifts meticulously prepared, robes woven from the bodily tissues of gods. The source of the materials was naturally self-evident.

“Please, go inside and take a seat!” Muria summoned a wolf-shaped Giant Beast to serve as an usher, arranging seats for the three beast deity incarnations.

“What is this?” The Frost Wolf god stopped in its tracks, looking at the behemoth Muria had summoned, sensing something familiar about this dragon-like Giant Beast.

“Oh, this is the Thunder Wolf Dragon, a minion my grandfather subdued in a different world,” Muria explained, noting the puzzled look in the giant white wolf’s eyes, and pointing to the Giant Wolf.

At this moment, the Thunder Wolf Dragon had undergone a special mutation. The thunder that swirled around it was no longer the blue-white thunder of the Thunder Dragon Wolf that Muria had initially seen. Instead, it had mutated into golden, and its strength had improved significantly, touching the edge of legend.

“So it’s a creature that has battled deities alongside His Majesty Akmonde, the Lord of the Wilderness.” Upon hearing Muria’s introduction, the three divine beings looked at the Thunder Wolf Dragon with entirely new eyes. Its strength was not great, but the might of its master instilled in them enough reverence. This was a great existence that even these three lesser beast gods looked up to.

“Alright, you lead them in,” Muria instructed the Thunder Wolf Dragon, which nodded and then led the three beings away, ignoring the divine might radiating from their bodies.

This Thunder Wolf Dragon was one of the many minions that his grandfather, Akmonde, the Lord of Wilderness, had sent to him not long ago. These elegantly shaped giant beasts served as attendants at Muria’s wedding ceremony, escorting guests to their lodgings. In terms of appearance alone, these Thunder Wolf Dragons were top-notch, perfect for making an impression. Otherwise, Akmonde would not have raised a whole group of them.

…

Shortly after sending off the three beast gods, a fleet of floating ships slowly approached. The fleet was clearly from a kingdom-level power, and Muria’s giants should have gone to greet them. But Muria stopped the giants and went to greet the guests disembarking from the floating ships himself.

“Remilia!” Muria greeted with a joyful smile as he saw the loli with blue hair and red pupils happily running towards him. No matter when or where, seeing something lovely was always pleasing to the heart.

“Brother,” Remilia exclaimed, leaping into Muria’s arms and tightly wrapping around his neck.

“Look, this is the gift I prepared for you and sister bride,” Remilia said after Muria embraced her, retrieving a huge crystal bottle like a queen presenting a treasure. Inside the bottle were origami cranes of various colors, all made from folded paper.

“This is what you taught me, brother. You said that if one folds a thousand origami cranes, one can make a wish. I folded ten thousand cranes for you and sister bride so I could make ten wishes. My ten wishes are for you and sister bride to always be together, never to part.”

Hearing Remilia’s words, Muria was stunned for a moment before he took the crystal bottle from her hands and examined it closely.

“What’s wrong, brother? Don’t you like it?”

“No, I love it,” Muria said, his lips curving into a smile that grew wider and wider. Holding the crystal bottle full of origami cranes up high, he burst into laughter, filled with genuine happiness.

Although the first gift from his home kingdom was the most mundane compared to the others—merely some folded paper in a crystal bottle—it was the most sincere gift he had received.

The value of this gift was not what mattered to Muria, but rather the sentiment it contained. Take, for example, the first arrival, the Dragon King, who presented seven weapons. This gift left both the Golden Dragon Mother and Muria feeling a bit displeased. It lacked sincerity since the Dragon King did not really consider Muria and apparently gave the weapons as an afterthought.

“And me, here’s my gift.” Suddenly, another seemingly petite loli hurled herself into Muria’s embrace, forcefully squeezing Remilia aside and causing Muria to stagger backward several steps, his blood rushing and feeling slightly dazed.

“Ouch, be gentle, Yingdila,” Muria said as he looked at Yingdila clinging to him and rubbed her head before taking another crystal bottle from her hands, filled with origami cranes of various colors.

As for their quality, it was better left unseen, and the quantity paled in comparison to Remilia’s.

“Muria, how do you think my origami cranes compare to Remilia’s? Aren’t mine a bit better?” Yingdila asked expectantly, batting her eyelashes at Muria, clearly seeking praise despite knowing well that her paper folding was poor.

Muria smiled at the cranes—or rather, crumpled paper—inside her crystal bottle,

“What do you think?”

“Ah, I tried so hard, but I could never get it right. Despite spending just as much time, I only ended up with so few, and they are so ugly.”

“It’s already quite good,” Muria said reassuringly, rubbing her head again and setting her down. “Although they’re a bit ugly, they’re still presentable. I will cherish them.”

“Muria,” suddenly, White Tiger Troy who had come along, approached and placed a crystal-clear crystal statue in front of Muria, “This is my gift to you.”