Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 670: Marriage of the Roses

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Previously on Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End...
Roel confronted the Mother Goddess, who blamed his clan for her past suffering. He explained that the Kingmaker Clan was all but destroyed and that he approached her without ulterior motives. Roel offered himself as a seal to prevent future conflict, proposing to hibernate with her until her hatred faded. Moved by his plea, the Mother Goddess agreed to stay and accepted his contract, resolving their conflict.
Six months saw an unprecedented multitude congregate at Saint Freya Academy in the Country of Scholars. Once more, the interval arrived for students to depart the academy after four arduous years of study, marking the culmination of their formative years and the commencement of their genuine lives. Yet, this year's departure was distinct; the graduating cohort was not merely leaving but returning from the distant eastern frontier. In the recent, life-or-death struggle for humanity's survival, a significant number of Saint Freya Academy's instructors and pupils had entered military service. Through the crucible of war, they were fundamentally altered from prior graduating classes. Their actions became more precise and decisive, and they instinctively formed lines when acquiring sustenance or entering locations. Weapons were positioned for immediate deployment. The martial habits ingrained through conflict permeated their everyday existence, though the daily need for drawn swords and the tension etched on their faces had vanished. Since the conflict half a year prior, the tide had decisively shifted in humanity's favor. The Fallens on the Tark Prairie, deprived of the Savior's protection, were significantly diminished. While not eradicated, their collective might now paled in comparison to humanity's. The majority were presently encamped within the vast imperial capital. The deviants, too, felt the absence of the Savior; their combat capability demonstrably waned, and their numbers dwindled. Most now dwelled in the southern mountain forests, resorting to sporadic ambushes against the Fallens in a bid to reclaim the prairie. This greatly alleviated the pressure on humankind, dispelling the existential threat. The tranquil days that the warriors had longed for were finally within reach. Post-graduation, the students had ample topics for discussion, cherishing the current peace more than ever. Instructors offered their congratulations to the battle-hardened returnees, observing the profound changes in them. A serene, smiling ambiance prevailed, but unlike previous years, most students did not disperse after the graduation rites. Instead, they surged towards the assembly hall, eager to witness the "wedding of the era." Dubbed "The Marriage of the Roses" by the academy's students, this matrimonial event featured a groom and brides who were all esteemed Ringbearers. The five brides were either national heirs or daughters of prominent nobles, while the groom stood as the church's sole recognized living saint and the hero who safeguarded humanity in the recent Holy War. Attendance at this nuptial celebration would have been a lifelong point of pride, particularly since most present knew the groom and brides from their academy days or the battlefield. This ceremony had been slated for an earlier date but was postponed due to intense disputes among the brides regarding the wedding venue. Normally, a princess would host her ceremony within her own realm. However, the brides hailed from disparate nations—the Saint Mesit Theocracy, the Rosa Merchant Confederacy, the Austine Empire, and Knight Kingdom Pendor. This presented a considerable complication. Naturally, Roel could have visited each country sequentially, but a critical issue arose. The symbolic importance of the first wife held immense weight for all the brides, leading to an unwillingness to yield on the matter. Months of strenuous debate ensued. Ultimately, following a proposal from Principal Antonio, the decision was made to convene the ceremony at the academy. This marked the first occasion a wedding ceremony coincided with the graduation ceremony at Saint Freya Academy, and the palpable joy significantly amplified the festive mood. A substantial crowd gathered in the assembly hall. A ceaseless procession of individuals, from nobles and clergy to officials and high-ranking unified army commanders, moved in and out of the preparation chambers. Members of the golden generation were also present, though a dispute emerged concerning the choice of best man. "As I've stated, my wedding is next month! There's no issue with me serving as his best man now," Paul asserted. "You're marrying our chief's ancestor, and you still desire the role of best man? Antiques from a bygone era should cease their meddling!" Geralt scoffed. The imposing Kurt and the blindfolded Stuart also joined the verbal sparring. "The Chief and I share a passion for history." "We are close comrades who completed a mission together." Peace was equally elusive on the women's side. "These men are truly… Hold on, Selina! You cannot wear leopard print today!" Juliana exclaimed.

“What for? Do I not look good in it?” Selina asked, but her words were useless. She ended up changing into a different set.

Meanwhile, Teresa was meticulously styling the hair of a visibly anxious Wilhelmina.

“Are you sure I can’t wear the armor skirt? This kind of flowy dress is a bit…”

Absolutely not. This is a wedding ceremony! Teresa firmly dismissed Wilhelmina’s request. Despite her small stature, she proceeded to explain the ceremony's intricacies with the seriousness of a teacher.

Brittany discreetly hid Wilhelmina’s ‘incriminating evidence,’ shoving the heavy armor pieces into the box’s depths.

On one side, the Knight Kingdom’s contingent exuded a cheerful vibe.

The same couldn't be said for Lilian and Alicia, their maids caught in a frenzy trying to get them dressed.

“Young Miss, this should fit better now that you are four months along,” Anna suggested.

“Your Highness, perhaps we should consider this one? The delicate white lace can effectively hide your seven-month pregnancy,” Audrey proposed.

Both maids were deeply moved by the romantic success of their mistresses.

Anna, a staunch supporter of the Roel/Alicia pairing, had witnessed their relationship blossom and was overcome with emotion.

Audrey, conversely, reveled in Lilian’s remarkable fortune. Not only was she marrying the man she adored, but she was also on the cusp of being crowned the next empress of the Austine Empire. Only Audrey was privy to the immense effort Lilian had invested.

While the maids were caught up in their excitement, Lilian and Alicia engaged in a rare moment of conversation.

“Have you decided on a name yet?” Lilian inquired.

“Not yet; my brother is still contemplating it. Are you planning to rename your daughter?” Alicia responded.

“No, we have no intention of changing Natasia’s name.”

A sense of harmony permeated the interaction between the two.

Elsewhere, Charlotte, whose cultivation was hindered by her unique condition, was occupied with other matters. “Is Darling not ready yet? He hasn’t tried on his attire.”

“Young Master Roel indicated that your clothes would be perfect without him needing to try them on,” Grace relayed.

“Is that so! Darling is teasing, even though he's correct about that.” Charlotte’s lips curved into a sweet smile as she whispered to herself.

Within the dressing chamber, Nora held a letter, her expression one of bewilderment. “You’re telling me this letter materialized inside the church?”

“Yes, Your Highness. It is an invitation from Queen Victoria, requesting your and Lord Roel’s presence at her residence,” a bishop confirmed.

Nora eagerly unfolded the letter, her excitement akin to a child’s dream fulfilled. This was, by far, the most astonishing surprise she had ever received.

The five brides were immersed in their preparations, radiating an palpable sense of joy. In stark contrast, the assembly hall buzzed with a more somber energy as Bruce and Kane, part of the Father Alliance, mourned the impending departure of their daughters. Though the ceremony had yet to commence, their eyes were already red-rimmed.

Marquess Carter offered words of comfort from the side.

Carter Ascart, as Roel’s father, was beaming with pride, having successfully welcomed five daughters-in-law and two grandchildren into the family lineage in one fell swoop. Accompanying him was Chris, who had fought by his side and ultimately captured his heart.

Kane and Bruce regarded Carter with palpable envy, recognizing the success both father and son were enjoying.

Sword Saint King Friedrich, Wilhelmina’s father, should have been a part of the Father Alliance. However, due to the significant age gap, he chose to sit alongside Holy Eminence John.

It’s noteworthy that an astonishing number of elderly guests graced this wedding celebration, including Sword Saint King Friedrich, Holy Eminence John, and the Kingmaker Clan’s Carolyn and Astrid. Their collective age amounted to nearly three millennia.

If Paul and Antonio were also included, an additional thousand years would be added to the total. Unfortunately, Paul was designated as the best man, while Antonio took on the role of emcee.

Given the grandeur and setting of the wedding, Antonio was the sole individual deemed suitable for the emcee position. Moreover, he harbored a personal agenda—he required assistance from Roel. Observing the youthful Astrid casually conversing with Carolyn, he felt a strong urge to alter his appearance once more.

Meanwhile, Roel was enjoying a moment of tranquility in the garden situated behind the assembly hall.

…

While everyone in the assembly hall was in a flurry of activity as the wedding drew near, the garden just a short distance away exuded an air of calm.

Cynthia attentively absorbed the teachings of the Primordial Earth Goddess Peytra, maintaining a rigid posture. Woode and Rodney were engaged in sparring matches with Grandar to hone their resolve.

These three individuals served as guards for the wedding ceremony. However, their enthusiasm for their duties was waning, given that the assembly hall was teeming with transcendents of Origin Level 1 and 2. Consequently, Roel had them step away to spend time with their respective ancient deities, alleviating their boredom.

It was a given that the ancient gods, fixtures in Roel's life for a considerable duration, would grace his wedding ceremony. While Grandar and Peytra occupied themselves with leisurely pursuits outdoors, Artasia and Edavia were diligently attending to their makeup.

“I never imagined you’d feel so strongly about Roel’s wedding. Weren't you born from this very union?” Edavia inquired.

“That was my past self! Roel's sole descendant now is Natasia, and I am merely her elder sister. I have no connection to Roel whatsoever… I will end you if you dare mention a word about last night.”

“Alright, alright…” Edavia conceded with a helpless shrug, recalling how Artasia had stealthily stolen a kiss the previous evening.

Meanwhile, the Mother Goddess was undertaking the preparation of an event for the very first time.

Weddings were significant occasions, let alone that it was the wedding of her own child. She felt it imperative to make it grand, and the concept of 'grand' took on an entirely different scale when pertaining to a supreme being.

“For the opening spectacle, I shall commence with the eruption of all volcanoes…”

“Stop, stop, stop!” Edavia exclaimed, rushing over and swiftly interrupting the Mother Goddess's elaborate thoughts.

Upon recognizing a familiar presence, the Mother Goddess did not temper her enthusiasm but instead passionately elaborated on the complete extent of Her plan.

She intended for Sire Darkness to trigger the volcanic eruptions, unleashing a spectacular 'fireworks' display, while Tempest Caller would disperse any remaining ash into the Shrouding Fog for a tidy cleanup. Glacier Creator would be responsible for moderating the temperature, preventing any guests from overheating, and Light Devourer would manage the illumination and overall ambiance.

The Mother Goddess felt that her child's wedding deserved nothing less than this level of grandeur. Her excitement was so profound that she failed to notice Edavia's pained expression.

Edavia glanced at the bewildered Six Calamities suspended in the heavens and felt a headache begin to brew. With a heavy sigh, she proposed, “Perhaps we should first ascertain Roel’s preferences regarding this matter?”

“An excellent suggestion,” the Mother Goddess readily agreed.

Concurrently, the other central figure of the wedding was engaged in a different task. Roel sat beneath a tree, a welcome respite from the heat, recounting his life’s journey. His attentive listener was the colossal treant standing beside him.

“…The world edged closer to peace following the reconciliation with the Mother Goddess. Is this where the narrative concludes?” inquired Ancient Treant Kayde.

“I suppose so. This is intended as a historical record, not a personal diary. There seems to be no requirement to chronicle my day-to-day existence, does there?” Roel responded.

“Indeed. As the source of this information, you possess certain unique privileges. For instance, is there any particular message you wish to impart to your future readers?”

“Let me contemplate… I believe I would advise them to ‘stand firm against adversity and advance with courage.’”

“And what title shall we bestow upon this work?”

At that precise moment, a voice emanated from the assembly hall, “Roel, it is nearly time!”

“Mm, I am on my way!” Roel affirmed. As he rose, he turned to the treant, a smile gracing his lips, and declared, “Let us title it .”

“An exceptional choice. As the Chronicler, I am deeply honored. By peering into the annals of history, one gains wisdom to navigate the future. May this tome prove beneficial to future generations.”

“Rest assured; it shall,” Roel replied with unwavering conviction before proceeding towards the assembly hall.

The wedding ceremony bells chimed, accompanied by resounding cheers. Fresh scarlet flower petals, carried upon the wind, created a stunning visual against the white bridal attire, drifting down to the earth amid joyous laughter.

The conclusion.