Wedding

Today is the day of Leon's grand wedding.

Under Leon's urging, the wedding preparations were rushed through in just over a month, consuming countless manpower and resources, and spending an untold fortune in gold and silver to barely gather the necessary supplies.

The sun is bright, and the sky is cloudless.

The streets of Camelot are paved with precious carpets, lined with flowers, and the trees are draped in vibrant silks, flaunting the Lion King's staggering wealth.

Inside the royal chapel, ministers, generals, representatives of the commoners, and envoys from various nations are gathered, the crowd surging like a tide.

They are here to witness the entrance of the two protagonists.

Morgan is dressed in comfortable silk wedding attire, layered simply four or five times. The outermost brocade robe is embroidered with simple patterns in gold thread, and she wears a giant velvet mantle over six meters long, inlaid with over one hundred and twenty thousand pearls and hundreds of thousands of crystal beads.

She wears a newly crafted golden crown, with an egg-sized sapphire embedded in the center. The sides are densely packed with tens of thousands of tiny crystals and dozens of red and green gemstones arranged in alternating patterns, with a transparent black veil draped from the crown, obscuring her exquisite face.

Compared to Morgan's understated yet heavy attire, Leon looks much more lighthearted.

He is also wearing new clothes, with his outermost robe just brushing the ground. He wears a silver chain on his left wrist, his right hand resting on the Golden Sword at his waist, and a faint, elusive smile playing on his face.

Amidst the solemn ceremonial music, the priest's prayers and blessings ring out.

This priest is an old acquaintance who personally witnessed Leon pull the Sword in the Stone and has risen through the ranks alongside Leon's ascent, now invited to bless his wedding.

Leon does not hold deep prejudices against the pantheon of the dove; not just the one on the cross, but Shakyamuni, Li Boyang, and even the she-wolf who raised the brothers Romulus, he has no objections to any of them.

As the saying goes, what if?

What if it really is some blue bird-man setting a trap for him?

From beginning to end, Leon has always harbored a trace of suspicion regarding the reality of the world.

"I am willing to take Princess Morgan as my wife, and from this day forth, I shall never abandon her."

"I am also willing to marry Leon, and from this day forth, I shall be loyal and true."

"Cheers!"

Amidst the blessings of the crowd, Leon and Morgan board a carriage crafted from gold, rolling over the vibrant carpets and flowers, and after circling the city under the kneeling masses, they return to the royal palace.

Although the ceremony has ended, the festivities will continue for more than ten days.

Leon will also host banquets at the palace for several days, alongside song and dance, games, and gladiatorial matches to celebrate the wedding.

He once asked his father how much this all cost, and Luther calculated it roughly to be twice the cost of the coronation ceremony, nearly squandering all the loot Leon had plundered from the north and east.

Even so, Luther had been very frugal; the weaving of clothes, the crafting of gold and silver jewelry, and the organizing of the city and streets were mostly done by the commoners of the royal city, who were neither fed nor paid.

The gemstones and crystals used were all provided by Merlin, who supposedly knew a powerful gemstone merchant willing to provide the necessary stones to Leon for free.

At the evening banquet, Leon, not being adept at social pleasantries, left the diplomatic affairs of dealing with foreign envoys entirely to Luther and Joe.

Leon, holding Morgan's hand, suddenly spots the Knight of the Lake, who had arrived with the French delegation.

Ever since his date with Morgan, he had been keeping Lancelot in mind; although his strength was not equal to his own, his martial arts were far beyond the ordinary, a rarity in this age.

When Leon walks over, Lancelot is chatting and laughing with a noble girl.

"Sir Lancelot, I hope I am not interrupting."

"Not at all. May I ask what business you have with me, Your Highness?" Lancelot's expression is slightly reserved.

He was originally a lord in France, but after hearing rumors of the Sword in the Stone and the Lion King on the island across the sea, he was compared to him by his own people. Driven by defiance and curiosity, he set foot on the land of Britain.

On the road, he happened to meet a French envoy heading the same way. The envoy, knowing Lancelot's prowess, hired him as a bodyguard to come to Camelot.

He had participated in a tournament held by nobles and the wealthy to showcase his martial arts, hoping to make a name for himself in a foreign land, only to be knocked down by Leon in a single strike.

Even after so much time, the mere thought of that strike from Leon makes his chest ache.

"How have you been finding Camelot lately?"

Facing the Lion King's polite inquiries, Lancelot, after his initial reserve, calms his emotions.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I have been doing very well in Camelot."

He had even met his true love here.

"Good, I am glad you are satisfied." Leon does not beat around the bush, getting straight to the point of recruitment: "Sir Lancelot, your martial arts are unlike anything I have ever seen. I hope you will stay and put your full talents to use here."

"This..." Lancelot hesitates.

Originally, after his fight with Leon, he had intended to return, but Leon's coronation and wedding followed, so he had to stay a while longer.

It was fortunate that he stayed, for it allowed him to meet his beloved.

During this time, he had also inquired about the rumors surrounding the Lion King and formed a preliminary judgment of Leon himself.

Everything else was fine, but Leon's cruel and absurd personality made him somewhat unable to accept.

Seeing Lancelot's hesitation—after all, this is a life-altering decision—Leon does not force him.

"There is no need to rush your answer now. Take some time to consider it; my doors will always be open to you."

Leaving these words behind, Leon pulls Morgan away, leaving behind a conflicted Lancelot accompanied by his beloved.

On the way back, Morgan asks Leon with a puzzled look: "Why were you so magnanimous this time? I thought you would force him to give an answer on the spot, and if he refused, you would never let him go."

"Morgan, I have discovered that you have some misunderstandings about me."

When Leon saw the "Do I?" expression on his wife's face, he sighed.

Morgan had truly hit the mark.

"Sometimes, appropriately slowing down the pace makes it easier for people to let go of their guard, and makes it easier to get things done."

Leon had promised Lancelot he would take more time to consider, but he never said he would let him leave Britain.

Once he had caught his eye, did he really think he could just walk away?

"By the way, Morgan, what do you think of Lancelot?" Leon suddenly asked Morgan.

Morgan said expressionlessly, "I don't think much of him; my impression of this knight is average."

Hearing Morgan say this, Leon felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart.

He remembered that in the series of stories about King Arthur, Lancelot was very popular—King Arthur herself, Guinevere, Elaine... and even King Arthur valued Lancelot more than she did her own queen, Guinevere.

There was even a story where Morgan le Fay pursued Lancelot, only to be rejected by him.

Now, seeing Morgan's attitude, Leon just wanted to exclaim, "Mushroom, your magical adaptation is excellent!"

"Leon, what do you think we should name our child?"

"Well, let me think about that..."