Three Thousand Holy Knights

"Nalant!" As Nalant drew near, Stella was the first to lose control of her excitement and rush toward him, throwing herself straight into his arms.

Perhaps because of that public kiss under countless gazes, Stella had decided to smash the jar and be done with it. In any case, her actions caught Nalant quite by surprise.

"Wonderful! You're finally back!" How could Stella care about anything else right now? Her words brimmed with relief and joy.

"I made you worry!" Nalant's heart warmed. He wrapped his arms around the Flower of Tulip and gently patted her back.

Beside them, Natasha looked at Stella, then at Nalant, a complicated light in her beautiful eyes. In the end, she lightly bit her red lip and said nothing.

"Ahem, ahem!" However, just as the pair were lost in their tender embrace, someone up ahead finally could not bear to watch any longer and began coughing.

It was Bernard.

Though he had already privately regarded Nalant as the foremost candidate for his son-in-law, seeing the precious cabbage he had carefully tended for so many years throw herself into another man's arms still made a sour feeling rise within Bernard.

Coughing, Bernard walked over to the two of them.

"Father!" Noticing Bernard's approach, Stella came to her senses. Her face flushed crimson as she released Nalant as though shocked by lightning.

She had been far too excited earlier to realize that one day, she would actually be bold enough to throw herself into a man's arms in front of tens of thousands of people.

"Nalant, are you all right?" Bernard pulled his precious daughter over, then turned to Nalant with a beaming smile.

Jealousy aside, the concern in his voice was still unmistakable.

"Count, I'm fine!" Nalant smiled outwardly, though inwardly he cursed Bernard for