A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 195: Chapter 129: Mini Parade (Seeking Recommendation Tickets) _3

Ina sat at the Witch’s table, surrounded by young girls from the Yatun Clan who were close to her age—all little ones.

“Um, hello there, you.”

Ina looked at Sefini beside her, who gave her a faint glance and then ignored her.

“Hi, sister, my name’s Little Helen.”

“Mmm.”

Feeling snubbed by Sefini and slightly heartbroken, Ina was overjoyed by Little Helen’s voice, “Hello, I am Ina.”

“Sister Ina, are you from outside?”

“Yes, yes I am.”

“Can you tell Little Helen what it’s like outside?”

“Sure.”

Bailuo had gone to pick up Isefia, and now was the time for waiting where everyone was free to socialize.

“Feiya.”

On the other side, Bailuo stood in front of the castle, at the door of the Queen’s room.

The towering door barred his way.

Bailuo could open it, but before the wedding was completed, he would maintain a respectful distance from her as much as possible, and not be overly impolite.

And this was not an Eastern wedding with red packets and such; the People of Yatun did not partake in these strange steps.

“Boom!”

Clearly, the Elder Sister had felt Bailuo’s presence.

The door slowly opened, and inside, Lilith, Bai Yino, and Inya were giving the Elder Sister her final touches and checks.

“Bro, look, it’s all set!”

“You make it sound like you did it yourself.”

Bailuo was somewhat speechless at Inya, that girl, if she wasn’t causing trouble, it was already a blessing.

“I…”

Inya: “I put this headdress on Sister!”

Bailuo: You really have the nerve, putting on just one headdress for such a grown person!

Bai Yino: “I put this on.”

“You’re the same!”

Bailuo, unlike Elder Shan, was indulgent and equally affectionate towards Inya and Bai Yino.

“You two dummies.”

Bailuo raised his hand and lightly tapped the heads of the two girls before turning to Lilith: “Thank you, Lilith.”

Lilith smiled faintly, then twisted her skirt and stepped back, giving the space to Bailuo and Elder Sister.

“Feiya?”

At that moment, Isefia was facing away from Bailuo, but upon hearing his call, Elder Sister slowly turned around.

The pure white wedding dress highlighted feminine charm while maintaining the queen’s regal dignity.

Elder Sister was not a mere decoration; she was a powerful warrior, the pride of Yatun, and thus the Four Kings Sacred Sword was worn at her waist, embodying the Yatun Queen’s resolution in battle.

“Master, it’s about time, you can take Miss Feiya outside now.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

Having said that, Elder Sister took the initiative to link her arm with Bailuo’s.

The two walked out of the sacred and majestic corridor and headed towards the great hall of Avalon.

“Have the newlyweds arrived?”

“They’ve arrived.”

Elder Shan and Elder Mountain Grandpa stood on high in the hall, in front of two thrones.

They were dressed in noble attire provided by the interior of Avalon Castle, Elder Shan in a king’s garb and Elder Mountain Grandpa in a pope’s vestment.

It didn’t matter if it was appropriate or not, as long as it was splendid enough.

“Rustle rustle~~~”

Hand in hand, the couple made their entrance, with Lilith leading the way, and Sherri following behind Bailuo.

The two girls followed Elder Sister, lifting the hem of her wedding dress, solemn and meticulous in their task.

That was because they noticed Elder Shan staring at them from the stage: Don’t mess up now!!

Thankfully, there were no mistakes.

All the People of Yatun, including the Fairy Clan, watched the couple’s entrance with solemnity.

How should one describe it? It didn’t quite carry the sense of grandeur, but rather resembled country folk entering the city and desperately trying to appear calm.

Among all present, only three truly possessed noble allure.

Isefia, truly the embodiment of a queen, commanded the full attention of the assembly with her presence alone.

Elder Shan, who could easily be the prime minister of a kingdom.

Elder Mountain Grandpa, whose long white beard could pass him off as an actual pope.

And then there was Bailuo.

The demeanor of the King of Avalon; regardless of anything else, he indeed looked every bit the part of a king.

But Bailuo was also keenly aware that it would take at least a decade or two to truly cultivate a sense of grace in the People of Yatun.

For now, they had only just emerged from a barbaric tribal ecology and stepped into a feudal society.