Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 520 - 520 247 Azeryan's Grand Wedding

520: Chapter 247 Azeryan’s Grand Wedding 520: Chapter 247 Azeryan’s Grand Wedding By wielding the Hydra Sword unearthed from the Peacock Knight Blade Technique, Leon finally managed to win half a strike against Olivia in a pure swordsmanship duel.

Leon basked in the pride of reclaiming his masculine confidence, his inner ego rejoicing for two whole days.

Though the victory came at the cost of “gutting open” in exchange for a single “beheading.”

He had restrained his speed and fought Olivia on a level playing field.

Whether it could truly be considered a win was debatable.

But every beginning is challenging—Leon had nonetheless gained confidence in keeping up with Olivia’s rapid progress.

When Uncle Bryan arrived at Avalon with a large contingent of new recruits, Leon presented his marriage contract to him, his posture straightening with newfound pride.

His martial prowess had taken great strides forward, adding weight to his vow to protect Olivia.

Mr.

Brian Sr.

skimmed through the contract with little comment; to him, the young couple’s relationship had naturally progressed to this point.

In truth, he was rather surprised the two hadn’t married due to an untimely pregnancy by now.

With approval from his “father-in-law,” Leon didn’t scramble to send the marriage contract to Archers County.

The Sealing Lord had already replied, confirming attendance at Azeryan’s wedding feast, and delivering it then would suffice.

In the following days, Avalon Castle and its surroundings grew increasingly lively.

Minstrels, musical troupes, acrobats, and clowns hired from nearby regions flocked to Avalon, rehearsing for the upcoming celebrations.

Thanks to advance notices, thousands of Avalon’s military and civilians were aware that the wedding day of the Knight Order Chief Steward was approaching.

Though the event was scheduled a month ahead of the usual post-harvest period, the territory’s residents weren’t going to miss the rare festivity and grandeur.

Not only were there acrobatic performances and dances to watch, but if the Lord were generous enough to distribute cake and food, it would be a tangible stroke of luck.

Soon, the nobles aligned with the Thorny Flower Force who had received invitations began to arrive one after another.

Leon and Azeryan found themselves immersed in the bustle of hosting distinguished guests and verifying attendance lists.

One carriage after another filled the allocated parking zones, the stables for the guests’ horses were overflowing.

Fortunately, Leon had preemptively relocated the Knight Order’s warhorses and livestock to Selva.

Avalon Castle had never been so bustling.

Across every street and alley, nobles from various corners of the Earldom strolled curiously through the castle’s town.

Though lacking the clamorous vibrancy of a marketplace, the ancient charm and refined beauty of the city offered a refreshing delight to those visiting Avalon for the first time.

The highlight for most was undoubtedly the ancient baths in the castle town.

Conservatism among locals kept ladies from partaking freely, but male nobles were enthralled, lingering in the elegantly designed bathing pools.

Lokhak even escorted several Barons of the Thorny Flower Family to experience Avalon’s distinctive steam rooms.

If not for his tight schedule, Leon might have considered developing Avalon’s hot spring tourism industry.

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A few days passed quickly.

Finally, the wedding day in Avalon had arrived amidst the clamor.

Early that morning, lazing in the bath inside his chamber, Azeryan gazed at the herbs, flower petals, and exotic fragrances floating in the water, suddenly feeling like a chicken destined for stew.

Naturally, the ladies’ preparations mirrored his own.

On this special day, both bride and groom were required to cleanse themselves, emerging with a fragrant charm.

After bathing and donning ceremonial attire, Azeryan, assisted by his attendants, put on gleaming noble armor, adorned himself with a pure gold necklace, fastened the vibrant red cloak bearing his family emblem, and stepped out of the main castle.

Surrounded by his close friends and Avalon Knights, he mounted a specially chosen white warhorse.

The bridal procession commenced.

Though Raya’s residence was nearby, tradition still called for the procession to parade grandly through Avalon Castle’s streets.

At the forefront was an attendant bearing the emblem flag, followed by musicians playing flutes and harps, their lively melodies faintly spreading to draw the attention of bystanders who cheered and blessed the procession.

After a symbolic circuit, the group finally arrived at the bride’s courtyard, conveniently close yet ceremonial in approach.

Entering the courtyard where the bride awaited, the music paused briefly, allowing Azeryan to finally behold the love of his life.

Raya, in her dazzling long gown, was both stunningly beautiful and gracefully demure.

Azeryan’s breath hitched with nervousness.

Despite all the experiences of the past year, he remained a young man—and now, he was about to become the husband entrusted with caring for this extraordinary woman for a lifetime.

With no immediate relatives present, the bride’s handover ceremony was led by Elena and Martha.

The two ladies offered blessings and words of advice as they delicately placed Raya’s hand in Azeryan’s, symbolizing the transfer of guardianship.

Exiting the courtyard, the groom helped the bride onto a beautifully adorned floral carriage, then remounted his white steed.

Bright, cheerful music filled the air once more as the procession began its march.

This time, the procession ventured beyond Avalon, passing through the city gates under a shower of petals thrown by the maids, before entering the streets of neighboring towns.

At the forefront, acrobats flipped and spun, thrilling the lively crowds with their performances, drawing waves of applause and laughter from excited onlookers.

The procession circled Avalon Town, leaving streets carpeted in discarded blossoms from rooftops before escorting the flower-carriage bride back to the castle, arriving at Avalon’s upper-level Fountain Square.

The invited nobles bearing witness to the wedding had long taken their places on rows of chairs arranged ahead of time.

Banners, ribbons, and floral decorations hung from the square’s columns, while a long carpet stretched through the crowd and up the steps—leading directly to the Holy Sun Wheel Totem, where the ceremony would be held.

The afternoon sunlight fell gracefully across the setting.

Clad in a pure white gown, Miss Sali presided over the ceremony, reciting blessings from the Holy Sun.

Leon stood quietly at the side, witnessing the moment his dearest friend officially began his new chapter in life.

Out of the corner of his eye, Leon caught a glimpse of the cliffside illusion from the high platform above.

At that very moment, Lola was likely standing on the balcony, watching the bride and groom herself.

Given the years since his mentor passed—over a millennium—the entire continent likely hadn’t seen a wedding witness of such significance.

Leon listened as the couple exchanged vows and Golden Rings beneath the Holy Sun Totem.

A laugh threatened to escape him; should Azeryan ever quarrel with his wife, he’d best watch his head.

Swearing vows in front of the Prophet herself, any betrayal might invite Lola to unleash lightning from her Mage Tower as divine punishment.

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With the ceremony complete, Azeryan and Raya, now husband and wife, walked hand in hand down the carpet, departing amidst the blessings and congratulations of nobility and the Lord.

Miss Sali lowered the Holy Sun pendant crafted by dwarven artisans from her neck, her gaze trailing the figures of her friend and his bride.

A faint trace of envy surfaced in her eyes.

A dear friend had found their home…

while she still drifted rootless, like a floating reed…

As the nobles stood, preparing to head to the main castle for the wedding banquet, the young woman’s eyes instinctively searched for a certain figure.

In the crowd, that strikingly tall silhouette was easy to spot.

And, as fate would have it…

Lokhak’s gaze met the girl’s white-clad form.

Blushes rose simultaneously on their cheeks…