Morgan the Bride's Great Failure

After several hours of travel, the convoy passed through all kinds of strange vegetation and terrain. The white mist surrounding them gradually thinned, and a ceremonial hall built in the style of Ancient Roman columns rose from the ground, soaring into the clouds.

"Look, that's the Grand Cathedral ahead! We'll be home soon!"

The lively Habetrotrot lifted the carriage curtain and pointed at the landmark in the distance, eagerly introducing the customs and scenery of the Nameless Forest to Samael and the others.

The Grand Cathedral was the seat of the Wind Clan. The Wind Clan claimed to be the most elegant, courteous, gentle, and approachable fae. They could rapidly convey information and led the trends and fashions of the Nameless Forest.

Aside from traits such as pointed ears and wings, their size and appearance were quite similar to humans. They adored human culture, so every blade of grass, every brick, and every tile of the Grand Cathedral bore traces of imitation of human architecture.

Since the fae of the Six Clans almost without exception worshipped beauty and loved fashionable things, the Grand Cathedral had become the fashion capital of the entire Nameless Forest.

Gentle and approachable? Pah!

Having seen the true face of a certain Wind Clan fae during the War of the Holy Covenant, Samael silently spat at that claim.

As they drew closer, the magnificent Grand Cathedral filled his view. The cross-shaped star patterns in Samael's eyes opened and closed as he quietly observed it for a moment, then he gently shook his head.

What a pity. No matter how dazzling or splendid these buildings were, they were merely a pileup of fashionable architectural elements. Many of them were incompatible, leaving them with only an exterior and no true spiritual core. They could hardly be called works