Amid cheers of celebration, the wedding drew to a close.
Velin stepped down from the viewing platform and boarded a carriage bound for the Royal Palace to attend the banquet.
Just then, a figure appeared inside the carriage.
"Where did you go just now?" Velin asked Kyle, unable to contain his curiosity.
At his question, Kyle replied, "My lord, I went to find Alva."
Hearing that name, Velin's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, "Where is he?"
"He should be on his way out of the city now."
"Go bring him here."
"All right."
Before his words had faded, Kyle had already vanished.
Leaning beside the window, Velin propped his chin on his left hand and watched the scenery outside. Both sides of the street were bustling, and everyone was talking about the wedding that had just taken place.
This wedding was destined to be remembered by this generation of Ilians.
Meanwhile, at the city gate, Alva gathered his sleeves and mingled with the crowd leaving the city.
Ten minutes earlier, after going to considerable lengths to fool Kyle into leaving, he had immediately changed his appearance and slipped into the crowd. He planned to leave the city and lie low for a while. After all, he felt a little guilty about writing that book without Velin's permission.
On the city wall, Kyle stood with his arms folded, looking down at the line of people waiting to leave as he searched for Alva.
He had lost track of him in just a few short minutes.
Still, by his reckoning, Alva was among the crowd and had yet to leave the city. Right now, the calmest person and the most nervous person were the most suspicious.
A low-tier Soul Intent Knight looked at Kyle standing on the battlements, hesitating to