"All right, I have nothing else to discuss. Whether you want to stroll around the Manor or take a look around the Royal Capital, you're free to do as you please."
Hearing this, Olthea said softly, "Then I'll take my leave."
"Go ahead."
After watching Olthea leave, Velin took the book that required critical reading out of his Space Equipment and resumed reading it critically.
On April 8, 9823 of the Radiant Calendar, a grand wedding was about to take place.
Countless guests had already gathered before the Grand Cathedral of Life.
On the VIP viewing platform, Velin looked at the blonde woman standing beside him and bowed. "Saintess Anastasia, it's been a long time."
"It's a pleasure to see you here, Your Majesty Velin," Saintess Anastasia replied, returning his greeting.
Back then, he had sat below. Now, he sat above.
Those decades had passed slowly for her, but they had brought great changes to him.
Before the wedding began, the two chatted idly.
Heroic Avenue connected the Royal Palace to the Grand Cathedral of Life, stretching a total of five thousand six hundred meters.
More than four thousand knights of the Yilan Knight Order lined both sides of the avenue, standing with their hands resting on their swords, their gazes angled forty-five degrees toward the Royal Palace.
Eight hundred Gold Knights and three thousand six hundred Silver Knights-such was the strength of the Ilia Kingdom.
The Star-Prayer Kingdom certainly had three thousand six hundred Silver Knights now, but it probably could not muster eight hundred Gold Knights.
Still, Velin believed time would close that gap.
The future wars to open up interstitial space would surely produce many gold tier transcendent beings and soul intent tier transcendents, replenishing the Star-Prayer Kingdom's mid-level fighting forces.
At nine in the morning,