White Veil

Inside "Moonlight Weaving," the largest wedding dress workshop in the Royal Capital, the morning sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, making each pure white wedding dress appear even more pristine. The air was filled with the delicate fragrance of new fabrics, mingled with the fresh scent of flowers.

Ruby practically skipped and hopped through the clothes racks, her fiery red curls like a leaping flame.

Her bright blue eyes widened as her fingertips carefully traced the different fabrics—intricate lace, smooth silk, and tulle adorned with tiny crystals. With each piece she touched, she let out a soft gasp of admiration.

"Wow! Himmel, look at this! What a huge skirt! It's like a cloud!"

"And this! The embroidery on it is so exquisite, it's Mirror Lotus pattern!"

"This veil is so pretty!"

She picked up a long veil edged with pearls, held it up to her head, turned around, and looked at Himmel was always half a step behind her, with sparkling eyes.

Himmel was dressed in simple everyday clothes, and her blue hair looked particularly soft in the morning light.

He wore a tolerant, gentle smile, his gaze following Ruby's every move. Whenever she exclaimed in surprise, he nodded in agreement and offered earnest advice.

"Yes, the pleated design of the skirt really complements your vitality."

"The Mirror Lotus pattern is very meaningful."

"This makes Ruby- sama even more charming."

His voice was steady, carrying a reassuring strength.

As Ruby picked up the pearl veil, Himmel stepped forward, naturally taking both ends and gently tying them behind Ruby's hair.

His fingertips occasionally brushed against her temples, causing a slight tickle. Ruby's cheeks flushed slightly, and she remained quiet for a moment, letting him help her tidy up.

"Ruby you like, you can try them all on," Himmel said gently, her gaze never leaving Ruby's face, which was glowing with excitement. "I feel you'll look beautiful in every one of them; you'll be the most beautiful bride."

Ruby nodded vigorously, picked up several of her favorite wedding dresses, and flew towards the fitting room like a happy bird. The shop assistants followed her with smiles, and a warm and busy atmosphere of happiness filled the air.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the college tower, in Frieren and Lowell's room.

Sunlight streamed through the windowsill, casting wide patches of light on the floor. A faint aroma of tea and the scent of old books filled the air; compared to the sophistication of a wedding dress shop, this place felt more like a cozy afternoon living room.

Lowell leaned against the soft couch by the window, a cup of black tea that had long since stopped steaming beside him. On the magical screen in front of him, various patterns of dresses and accessories were displayed.

With magic at your fingertips, once you've decided what you want to wear, you can have it custom-made.

"How about this?" Lowell pointed to a simple white dress with subtle patterns embroidered in silver thread.

Frieren was sitting cross-legged on the carpet opposite him, fiddling with a newly bought, intricately designed magic lock. Hearing this, she looked up, her emerald eyes sweeping over the screen.

"Yeah, it's alright." His tone was flat.

"Then write it down." Lowell tapped her fingertip lightly, and the image of the long dress was marked.

"And this headdress?" He then traced the shape of a crown inlaid with moonstone.

Frieren's attention seemed more focused on the magic lock, and she only glanced at it again.

"Um."

"Good."

"The simpler one next to it is also fine."

"Good."

"This won't do, it's too flashy."

"Good."

"Hmm, you should wear this." Frieren finally released the magic lock, extended her finger, and pointed to a simple, well-tailored black dress on the screen.

"Wow, you even chose one for me, Frieren." Lowell raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Is it strange?" Frieren tilted her head to look at him.

"I'm just very happy." Lowell smiled and solemnly marked the dress.

Lupa stood behind Frieren, her pink twin ponytails neatly combed today. She held a comb in her hand, carefully combing Frieren's moonlit silver hair, her movements as gentle as if handling a fragile treasure, her heterochromatic eyes filled with focus.

"Lady Frieren, tilt your hair slightly to one side... Yes, like this." She picked up several hair accessories from the tray beside her and held them up in Frieren's hair one by one. "Isn't this bow a little too cute?" she muttered softly, more like talking to herself.

"This one with tassels seems to suit my taste better..." In the end, she chose a simple silver hair clip, plainly polished into a crescent shape, and pinned it to Frieren's ear. "That's good." Lupa stepped back, carefully examining her work, a satisfied smile on her face.

Linié sat quietly on the stool in the corner, her deep blue eyes fixed on Lupa's movements, her hand unconsciously stroking a strand of her own pink hair, as if she were memorizing and Imitation.

Lowell turned another page of the encyclopedia. "Shoes? High heels? Flats? Or those soft-soled loafers that elves like?"

"Whatever, don't wear it if it's uncomfortable." Frieren finally unlocked one of the magic locks, making a slight "click" sound, and the corner of her mouth curved into a barely perceptible smile.

"Then prepare them all." Lowell was unsurprised and casually ticked off a few pairs of pairs that caught his eye on the screen.

The sunlight moved slowly, and the only sounds in the room were the soft glow of turning pages in the illustrated book, the gentle rustling of a comb through silver hair, and the occasional click of a magic lock. There were no many words, but a tacit understanding and tranquility that had been accumulated over the years.

In the evening, Ruby finally settled on the styles of her main wedding dress and several other gowns, her face flushed with excitement. She and Himmel walked side by side on the road back to the Royal Capital.

"Himmel, I've decided! I want that pure white wedding dress adorned with rhinestones!" Ruby's voice was filled with excitement. "And the veil, the longest one! It'll look absolutely stunning when the wind blows!"

"Okay," Himmel replied with a smile, his gaze falling on her radiant face. "You will definitely be the most beautiful." He reached out and gently brushed away a tiny petal that had drifted down from somewhere and landed on her hair.

On the other side, Frieren tried on a simple pearl necklace and stood in front of the mirror. The elf in the mirror still had a calm expression, but the subtle light around her neck made her look a little softer.

"This one will do," she said.

Lowell nodded and said to Lupa, "Write it down."

Lupa carefully ticked a box on the list. "Lady Frieren, it suits you perfectly," she said softly, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Linié looked at the necklace, then at Frieren, and whispered to Lupa, "Lupa, from now on, help Linié wear it too."

Lupa paused for a moment, then laughed and ruffled Linié's hair, "Okay, when you need it."

Night quietly fell, and warm lights shone from the tower's windows. Wedding preparations continued in tranquility, like stars quietly gathering in the night sky, silently illuminating their own paths to happiness.