415 Grand Finale: Dekan and His Friends

On the other side of the Royal Capital.

Inside the Happy Group's mansion.

Today will be a good day; you can tell just by looking out the window.

The Royal Capital a picturesque scene, breathtakingly beautiful. Sunlight spills onto the stone pavement, shimmering with a golden luster. The ancient buildings across the street appear even more solemn and grand under the light, their exquisite carvings and decorations shining even brighter.

The light from outside shone on the glass windows, faintly refracting into countless rainbows, enveloping the entire hall in a shimmering, dreamlike atmosphere.

In the lobby.

Morion's gaze flowed like water as he flipped through the roster in his hand to confirm.

Having temporarily returned from Hanover Territory, he took over Ikatinos's work and personally prepared for Dekan's wedding.

Everyone can rest assured that he's in charge.

On a long table divided into several sections, there are one, two, three, and many glasses arranged in rows.

Cornelia gazed at the iridescent light reflected in a glass in front of her, rested her chin on her hand, and exhaled deeply.

"Is Dekan also very nervous right now?"

She asked absentmindedly to the many friends around her.

"You underestimate Dekan. He's the man who eradicated the Resurrection Church, ended the Imperial Wars, swept through the Chaos God Realm, and created the Red Legend!"

Alice said in an impressive tone.

Just thinking about having such a cool friend makes her feel like she can brag about it to everyone she meets.

"That's right, teacher. You've seen too many big scenes, so you can rest assured."

Ikatinos nodded solemnly, as if she understood the implication perfectly.

Whenever someone praises her as a teacher, she starts talking non-stop.

So she and Alice got along very well.

"That's right, that's right."

Alice smiled and gave Ikatinos a high five.

Alice, who was initially somewhat intimidated by Ikatinos's power as a ninth-tier sorcerer, seemed to have completely forgotten that Ikatinos was once a renowned silver-haired empress after getting to know her better.

"Come on, Mr. Pain. I think just the fact that he asked Clay to be his best man shows how insecure he is."

As Sion, still dressed as a reporter, passed by the group, she kept taking pictures in the lobby, a gloating expression on her face.

She made a special trip back from the Empire just to join in the fun today.

"Huh? That thing got modified again?"

However, when she noticed the Void Gate in the corner of the hall, her eyes lit up, and she ran towards the Happy Group's home appliances.

"... Well,"

Cornelia was also confused, so she nudged Mie, who was equally beautifully dressed beside her.

"Mie, do you think Dekan is nervous?"

Of all the people, Mie was always the most reasonable and insightful.

But Mie seemed to be deep in thought.

"I don't know either... I heard that there are no gender restrictions for bridesmaids and groomsmen, which means it's actually feasible for me to dress as a groomsman and Clay to dress as a bridesmaid."

Mie finally revealed what was troubling her at that moment.

The others thought about her statement for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Just imagining Clay's wedding dress skin is too hard to describe!

Amidst laughter.

"But then again, this time the teacher won't have to live with regrets for the rest of his life."

Ikatinos wiped away tears of joy from the corners of her eyes, then suddenly choked up.

It's like the feeling of an old father finally getting married.

"I... I just think of my teacher, all alone... looking lost yet determined, and I... I just..."

As Ikatinos spoke, she gradually began to cry, her tearful eyes and the way she wiped away her tears reminded her of the little devil who had just been found by Delois in the Demon Realm Hospital.

Alice mumbled out incoherent words like "but" and "that."

But she didn't know how to comfort Ikatinos.

Because she felt that Ikatinos wasn't sad at all; it was just that the destruction of the Demon Realm had left her with too many regrets.

It took Cornelia gently patting Ikatinos's shoulder to calm Ikatinos down.

But Ikatinos quickly smiled nonchalantly and took a sip of the black tea in her glass.

She slammed the empty glass down on the table with a clatter.

Cornelia's cheeks relaxed slightly.

The speed at which he adjusted his mindset is truly admirable; he's no wonder he's from the Demon Realm.

Even if Dekan is nervous, he should be able to adjust quickly, since he and his master are so similar in some ways.

Cornelia moment, sipping her fruit tea, and then glanced at the clock.

It's almost time to leave!

The statues and frescoes of the gods on the dome of Heavenlyte Cathedral seem to be right here on earth, protecting the newlyweds who are about to become partners.

The solemn church is filled with a sacred yet warm atmosphere. The preserved ancient decorations are works of art, intertwined with white and pale gold flowers along the walls and arches, like a dreamlike scene from a poet's pen.

The stained glass windows refracted the sunlight into dappled patterns, casting shadows on the white and pale gold flowers, making them shine even brighter as they swayed gently in the breeze, releasing a delicate fragrance.

On one side of the church, Talomati sat before an exquisite harp, its body gleaming with a soft luster. As her fingertips gently plucked the strings, the notes sang like birdsong on branches, and the beautiful melody echoed in the sacred space, making the listeners feel as if they were in heaven.

Standing before the cross in the center of the church, Dekan's emotions became restless once again.

He looked toward the church door, waiting for the bride to appear, once again worrying that he wouldn't be as composed as usual in front of everyone.

He repeatedly recalled the vow he had specially prepared for this day, afraid that he might forget to say what he wanted to say at the crucial moment, and tried to calm his excitement with his breathing, silently recalling every moment he had spent with Cornelia.

They met, got to know each other, fell in love, and were bound by a karmic connection spanning past and present lives.

This moment seemed to gather into a force, giving him courage and confidence.

Gradually, Dekan felt his tension ease.

He straightened his collar, took a deep breath, and prepared himself for the moment when the most important person in his life would come to him.

Clang, clang.

As the bells tolled, the church doors were pushed open at the other end of the long corridor, surrounded by green leaves and roses.

The wedding ceremony began slowly amidst heavenly piano music.

All the guests in the church had their eyes fixed on that heavy door.

The gates slowly parted to the sides, as if unveiling a mysterious veil for this sacred moment.

The bride stood between the doors, her presence plunging the entire church into a breathtaking silence.

Bathed in the light filtering through the rose window, her wedding dress seemed to float like a thin mist, and her long red hair gently brushed against her shoulders.

Her hair was meticulously braided, and her headdress shone brightly on top of her head, as dazzling as stars.

Her bright eyes sparkled with happiness, as deep as the starry sky, but she was clearly more nervous than the groom, a faint blush on her cheeks making her look even more charming and lovely.

As the beautiful harp music flowed gently, the bride slowly took light steps.

Her skirt swayed gently with each step, as beautiful as a cloud.

Beside her, King Vihart held his daughter's arm, his face showing emotion and satisfaction.

Congratulations, meow!

A lovely flower girl walked in front of the bride; with black hair and cat ears, she wore a dress and looked as pure as an angel.

Although the Cat Teacher cannot transform into human form yet, at its persistent request, Mie made Substitute Doll for it that can temporarily transform into human form!

She held a delicate flower basket in her hands, filled with colorful petals.

With each step, a petal is gently scattered.

Petals covered the walkway leading to the pulpit, like a path to a fairyland.

As the bride slowly approached, the groom's heart pounded with increasing nervousness.

Cornelia's father carefully placed his daughter's hand in Dekan's, a gesture of profound trust and blessing.

At this moment, I felt just like the lord, the maiden, and the demon of the Holy Kingdom's homeland ten thousand years ago.

But everything has changed.

This is an ending without a trace of sadness!

The groom held the bride's hand tightly, their fingertips touching, as if their souls were connected at that moment.

Croix, dressed as a priest, presided over the wedding at the pulpit; his voice was solemn yet incredibly gentle.

The scene was dreamlike, as if Lunn was officiating Delois's wedding and offering his sincerest blessings.

In this solemn and sacred moment, the bride and groom stand quietly in the church, facing the priest, ready to exchange rings and vows.

Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, brushing against their cheeks like angel wings.

Guided by the priest, best man Clay and maid of honor Mie quietly walked to the newlyweds' side.

They held a ring box in their hands, inside which lay exquisitely crafted wedding rings, like works of art.

They have two completely different artistic styles, respectively adopting the elegance of the Holy Kingdom and the splendor of the Demon Realm, yet they seem to be a match made in heaven.

The best man and maid of honor smiled as they witnessed this sacred moment for the newlyweds.

The groom gently opened the ring box and took out a ring that shimmered with a gentle light.

His fingers trembled slightly as he slid the ring onto the bride's slender ring finger under everyone's gaze. The edge of the ring shimmered, symbolizing eternal love.

The bride also opened the ring box.

She gently touched the delicate ring, as if touching the warmth of the future.

She carefully slipped the ring onto the groom's ring finger, expressing her commitment to the relationship.

After exchanging rings, the bride and groom gazed at each other intently once more, their eyes seemingly holding unspoken words.

The priest blessed them, their relatives and friends cheered for them, and the church was filled with joy and cheers!

Against this noisy backdrop, it seemed as if the two of them only had eyes for each other.

"The Delois you knew is gone."

Cornelia's voice was like heavenly music. She reached out and gently stroked Dekan's cheeks, looking into his eyes as she spoke.

Now, at this moment.

All of Delois's long-cherished wishes have come to an end.

"Yes."

Dekan smiled and gazed at Cornelia, his voice as melodious as a melody, as if in a dream.

In that bewildering journey of his past life, under the deep gray sky of the Demon Realm, on the ever-changing map of the Holy Kingdom, too many dreams that Delois could only have during the day were infiltrated.

The important things are more beautiful than jewels, flowers, or starlight, yet he had long kept them hidden in his heart. For the sake of a dream that could never be reached, he set off against the tide from this noisy world.

A faint afterimage is deeply etched in my eyes; regret and loneliness burst and scatter like bubbles. Even with a hundred wounds in my heart, when the scabs of the past fall off, I will surely grow stronger.

One day, he reached the other side of the cloud, his steps as insignificant as his own.

"I have no regrets."

Dekan's smile was like that of a young man standing in the sunshine after the rain.

Even as the raindrops reflected again and again, the straight rays of dawn crisscrossed, as if they could penetrate every corner of the world.

The dream of the Holy Kingdom and the Demon Realm has long since become part of my memory.

But whether it's Delois's journey or his journey, even if they lead to the same destination or are on the same extended line, he has reached a fulfillment or a brand new beginning!

From now on, both Delois and your past self can be left behind.

To the soft strains of harp music, Dekan gently wrapped his arms around Cornelia's waist. Their eyes met, and it was as if the whole world held its breath for them.

The sunlight in the church shone on them, its golden glow like a blessing from Goddess.

Cornelia remained unfazed, her radiant smile as bright as a blooming flower unwavering.

Dekan bent down and gently tucked Cornelia's red hair behind her ear, revealing her beautiful face.

Their eyes were filled with deep love, as if time could stretch on forever.

Finally, Dekan gently lowered his head, and at that moment they drew closer to each other, feeling each other's burning heartbeats.

The passionate kiss, as steadfast as a vow, witnessed their eternal love and commitment!

"Whoa whoa!!"

Friends and family in the church applauded and cheered for them; their laughter and blessings mingled together like a beautiful symphony.

Until the wave of sound subsided.

Dekan and Cornelia's closest friends, sitting in the front row, came forward one after another to offer their sincerest blessings!

The girls gently embraced the bride, whispering their best wishes in her ear, while the groom shook hands firmly with his friends, giving them high-fives and conveying their brotherly blessings with strong arms.

Soft laughter and gentle blessings echoed through the church, their voices fluttering like delicate butterflies.

The light from the sanctuary shone on everyone's faces, making this happy moment even more touching.

"I'll take your picture!"

The Void Gate placed in the corner of the church suddenly shook.

Its mirror surface displays a smiling face like "o(^▽^)o".

And it spoke to everyone in its childish, mechanical voice.

Upon hearing the noise, their friends rushed towards Dekan and Cornelia, who were facing the mirror, creating a chaotic scene!

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"They're here! They're here!"

"Wait for me, meow!" (Pounces)

"Cat Teacher, don't block the camera! Come here!"

"Okay, I'll take the picture!"

Accompanied by a clicking sound that was almost like lightning.

In the still photo, surrounded by friends, Dekan, dressed in a handsome suit, has his hair gently blowing in the wind. His wide smile is as bright as the sun, reflecting the light in the church. His eyes sparkle with boundless anticipation for the future!