The wedding in Fairy Country wasn’t much different from human societal weddings.
After all, the fairies themselves hadn’t developed a culture of their own; their culture was merely an imitation of humanity’s, built from human foundations. Therefore, it was only natural that a wedding in Fairy Country would resemble a human one.
One by one, the higher-ranking fairies and nobles, dressed like nouveau riche, gathered in the Jade Throne Hall. Some were chattering; others were whispering among themselves. Judging by their behavior, it was clear they didn’t share a universal joy for the occasion. Some were merely there to spectate, making the atmosphere feel less like a wedding and more like a party or banquet.
Of course, some fairies sincerely disliked the existence of this wedding.
For instance, Tristan.
For instance, Woodworth.
These two fairies, who greatly valued Morgan yet bore a grudge against Reiger, were now gathered with the rest of the Elf Knights and clan chiefs, staying in front of the throne.
Tristan stood there silently; his usually captivating, beautiful eyes appeared much dimmer than usual. He watched the fairies around him, who were laughing or whispering as if they were spectators; he looked frustrated, as if he wanted to take action but had to restrain himself.
Woodworth, dressed to appear normal yet gloomy, emitted a dangerous aura that made people unwilling to come close.
Fortunately, those who could stand in front of the Jade Throne were not ordinary beings and were somewhat able to ignore the oppressive air emanating from Woodworth.
Especially Aurora, chieftain of the Wind Clan, who seemed unaffected by the pressure around Woodworth. With a gentle smile, she struck up a conversation with him.
"Don’t always look so gloomy, Woodworth," Aurora softly said. "This is the queen’s wedding, an occasion for all of Fairy Country’s fairies to celebrate together. You are here as the chief of the Tusk Clan and the sharpest sword of her majesty; you can’t keep frowning ."
The chieftain of the Wind Clan spoke softly into Woodworth’s ear, her gentle tone and melodious voice like a spring breeze that could soothe anyone’s brutality.
Under normal circumstances, Woodworth would have been persuaded by Aurora and involuntarily suppressed his temper.
He highly regarded Aurora, even harboring indescribable feelings for her. Thus, Woodworth always cared about the image he presented in front of Aurora. Whenever she spoke to calm him, no matter the situation, he would restrain himself.
However, today was an exception.
"...I still can’t accept it, Aurora," Woodworth muttered. "Why would her majesty choose such a man? He is a threat to Britannia’s enemies!"
Clearly, even though his enmity with Reiger had happened a month ago, Woodworth had not yet come to terms with it.
Spurgen, on the other hand, crossed his arms and scoffed.
"Indeed, it’s baffling. The queen who rules over this Britannia is marrying the prophesized child who plans to overthrow her rule. Even though fairies are whimsical creatures, such a decision is still quite surprising."
The chieftain of the Earth Clan remained puzzled by Morgan’s decision as always. Hence, when he spoke, it felt as if he was probing for answers.
"Don’t say such things," Aurora, playing the peacemaker as usual, told the two clan chiefs beside her. "The queen must see something admirable in the prophesized child, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t decide to marry someone after sitting on the Jade Throne for two thousand years."
"Admire him?" Spurgen said with a meaningful smile. "From the way you speak, Lady Aurora, it seems you too admire this prophesized child a great deal. Is this wise?"
It was only natural for Spurgen to ask this.
Everyone knew that Salisbury was Aurora’s domain, and that the grand cathedral there had been half-destroyed by Reiger just a month ago. It still hadn’t been fully repaired, which significantly impacted the liveliness of Britannia’s most liberal leisure city, to the point where very few fairies now visited for recreation or leisure.
This, undoubtedly, had caused immense losses for Aurora as the lord of Salisbury.
Logically, Aurora should have held no fondness, perhaps even hostility, towards Reiger, much like Woodworth. Yet here she was, defending him, an action that deeply puzzled Spurgen.
But Aurora seemed not to understand his confusion, still wearing a beaming smile.
"Because Lancelot has been talking about him a lot lately," Aurora explained. "It’s the first time this child has so frequently mentioned someone, so I don’t want to harbor resentment against him."
Upon hearing this, all the fairies looked in one direction.
There, Elf Knight Lancelot, in a festively elaborate outfit, stood out despite her small stature. Her presence was noticeably strong; even with her cold expression and a vibe that seemed to keep others at a distance, as the most beautiful and powerful fairy in Fairy Country’s Britannia, this dragon maiden was undoubtedly the most eye-catching figure there. Many fairies looked at her with admiration and love, clearly captivated by this beautiful dragon fairy.