Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Chapter 670: Marriage of the Roses

Half a year later, an unprecedented crowd had gathered in the Country of Scholars’ Saint Freya Academy.

Once again, it was time for the students who had spent four tough years studying to leave the academy. This marked the conclusion of their youth and the beginning of their true life.

Things were different this year, however, as the graduating students from this batch weren’t exactly leaving the academy but returning from the distant eastern border.

In the battle for humankind’s survival not too long ago, many of Saint Freya Academy’s teachers and students had joined the army. Having gone through the baptism of war, they were different from the other batches of students.

Their movements were sharper and more decisive. They would reflexively queue up when buying food or heading into places. They also placed their weapons in a way that allowed them to immediately draw them.

The habits that had been inculcated in them through war spilled over into their daily life, but gone were the days they had to draw their swords every day, and there weren’t tense expressions on their faces anymore.

Since the battle half a year ago, the tides had completely turned in humankind’s favor.

The Fallens in the Tark Prairie had been greatly weakened after losing the Savior’s protection. They hadn’t gone extinct yet, but their overall strength was now beneath that of humankind. Most of them were currently camped inside the massive imperial capital.

The Savior’s death had also affected the deviants. Their fighting prowess had clearly slid, and their numbers had declined. Most of them were hiding in the southern mountain forest, and they would occasionally ambush the Fallens in hopes that they could reoccupy the prairie.

That greatly reduced the pressure on humankind, thus resolving their threat of extinction. The days of peace that the soldiers had been looking forward to were finally within sight.

There were many things for the students to chat about after their graduation. Never before had they cherished the peace they had right now. The teachers offered their congratulations to the hardened returning students, as they couldn’t help but notice how different they were.

It was a peaceful atmosphere filled with smiles, but unlike previous years, most of the students didn’t scatter after the graduation ceremony. Instead, they rushed to the assembly hall to bear witness to the wedding ceremony of the era.

‘The Marriage of the Roses’ was what the students of the academy had nicknamed this wedding. The groom and the brides in the wedding were all Ringbearers, and all of them were esteemed individuals.

The five brides were either successors of their respective countries or daughters of high nobles, whereas the groom was the only living saint recognized by the church, as well as the hero who saved humankind in the recent Holy War.

Attending this wedding would have been something to boast about for the rest of their lives, not to mention that most of them were acquainted with the groom and the brides either as students or from the battlefield.

This wedding ceremony should have happened a long time ago, but it was delayed due to intense conflict among the brides over the wedding venue.

Under normal circumstances, a princess would usually have her ceremony held in her country. Yet, the brides involved in the marriage were from different countries—the Saint Mesit Theocracy, the Rosa Merchant Confederacy, the Austine Empire, and Knight Kingdom Pendor. This complicated the issue.

Of course, Roel could visit the countries one by one, but there was a key problem. Who first?

The significance of the first wife was important to all of the brides, so they refused to give way on this matter. There had been intense arguments about this that spanned months. In the end, following Principal Antonio’s suggestion, they finally decided to hold it in the academy.

This was the first time a wedding ceremony was held on the same day as the graduation ceremony in Saint Freya Academy, and this joyous atmosphere greatly lifted the mood of this festive occasion. A huge crowd was gathered in the assembly hall.

An endless stream of people walked in and out of the preparation rooms, ranging from nobles and clergymen to officials and top brass of the united army. Those from the golden generation were all here too, but there was a small conflict about the best man.

“As I said, my marriage is next month! There’s no problem with me being his best man now,” Paul exclaimed.

“You’re going to be marrying our chief’s ancestor, and you still want to be his best man? Antiques from the previous era should stop messing around!” Geralt harrumphed.

The towering Kurt and the blindfolded Stuart joined the fray too.

“Chief and I are history buffs.”

“We’re close buddies who have executed a mission together.”

It was no more peaceful on the women’s side.

“Those men truly are… Wait, Selina! You can’t wear leopard stripes today!” Juliana remarked.

“Why? Doesn’t it look good on me?” Selina protested, but it was in vain. She was forced to change to another set of clothes in the end.

Meanwhile, Teresa was quietly combing the hair of the nervous Wilhelmina.

“A-are you sure I can’t wear the armored skirt? Such fluttery clothes are a bit…”

No way. It’s a wedding ceremony! Teresa sternly rejected Wilhelmina’s proposal. Despite her delicate frame, she began going through the details of the ceremony to her like a strict teacher.

Brittany secretly disposed of Wilhelmina’s ‘crime evidence’ by stuffing the heavy armor into the bottom of the box.

On the whole, it was a jolly atmosphere over on the Knight Kingdom’s side.

The same could not be said about the neighboring Lilian and Alicia. Their maids were in a complete fluster due to their dressing difficulties.

“Young miss, this one should be more fitting now that you’re four months in,” Anna suggested.

“Your Highness, why don’t we go with this? The fluttery white laces can conceal your seven-month bump,” Audrey said.

Both of them were touched by the fruition of their master’s romance.

Anna, as the leader of the Roel/Alicia ship, had witnessed the blossoming of their romance, and she was moved to tears by the occasion.

On the other hand, Audrey was delighted by how things were going for Lilian. Not only was the latter marrying the love of her life now, but she would also be crowned as the next empress of the Austine Empire very soon. Only she knew how much hard work Lilian had put into this.

While the maids were getting excited, Lilian and Alicia made rare conversation with each other.

“Have you thought of the name yet?” Lilian asked.

“Not yet; Lord Brother is still thinking about it. Do you intend to change the name of your daughter?” Alicia replied.

“No, we don’t intend to change Natasia’s name.”

The atmosphere between the two of them was harmonious.

Meanwhile, Charlotte, who had still yet to accomplish her goal due to her constitution, was busy with other matters. “Is Darling still not ready? He hasn’t tried the clothes yet.”

“Young master Roel says nothing can go wrong with your clothes, so he’s skipping the try-on,” Grace reported.

“Really! Darling is messing around, though he’s right about that.” Charlotte’s lips crept up as she murmured sweetly to herself.

In the dressing room, Nora held a letter with a look of disbelief. “You’re saying this letter suddenly appeared in the church?”

“Yes, Your Highness. It’s from Queen Victoria. She has invited you and Lord Roel to visit her in her dwelling,” a bishop replied.

Nora excitedly opened up the letter like a child having her dream come true. This was the biggest surprise she had received thus far.

The five brides were busy with their preparations, but happiness could be felt oozing from them. In contrast, in the assembly hall, the atmosphere was much more bitter with Bruce and Kane’s Father Alliance, as they lamented losing their little girl. The ceremony hadn’t even begun, but their eyes were already red.

Consoling them by the side was Marquess Carter.

Carter Ascart, as Roel’s father, was overwhelmed with happiness from having brought in five daughters-in-law and two grandchildren to the family tree in a single shot. Accompanying him was Chris, who had fought alongside him and eventually made her way to his heart.

Kane and Bruce were particularly jealous of Carter, as both father and son were faring well.

There should have been one more person in the Father Alliance—Wilhelmina’s father, Sword Saint King Friedrich—but due to the age difference, he chose to sit with Holy Eminence John.

It was worth mentioning that there was a shocking number of very old guests attending this wedding ceremony, be it Sword Saint King Friedrich, Holy Eminence John, or the Kingmaker Clan’s Carolyn and Astrid. Their combined age added up to almost three thousand years.

If they took Paul and Antonio into consideration too, that would add another thousand years to the tally. It was a pity that Paul was the best man, whereas Antonio took the role of the emcee.

Antonio was the only one qualified to take on the role of the emcee here, given the scale and the location of the wedding. Besides, he had his ulterior motive too—he needed help from Roel. Looking at the young-looking Astrid casually making conversation with Carolyn, he was tempted to change his appearance once more.

Meanwhile, Roel was relaxing in the garden behind the assembly hall.

…

Everyone in the assembly hall was in a rush as the wedding was about to begin, but the atmosphere in the garden just a wall away was relaxed.

Cynthia was listening to Primordial Earth Goddess Peytra’s teaching with an upright posture. Woode and Rodney were crossing blows with Grandar to temper their willpower.

The three of them were guards for the wedding ceremony, but they were unmotivated about their job since the assembly hall was full of Origin Level 1 and 2 transcendents. Thus, Roel pulled them out to spend time with their respective ancient gods to alleviate their boredom.

It went without saying that the ancient gods, who had been with Roel for many years, were going to attend the wedding too. While Grandar and Peytra were idling around outside, Artasia and Edavia were busy doing their makeup.

“I didn’t expect you to be upset over Roel’s wedding. Aren’t you the product of this matrimony?” Edavia asked.

“That’s the old me! His only child now is Natasia, and I only happen to be her older sister. I have no ties with Roel at all… I’ll murder you if you dare say what happened last night.”

“All right, all right…” Edavia shrugged helplessly as she remembered how Artasia had secretly snuck a kiss in last night.

On the other hand, the Mother Goddess was preparing an event for the first time.

Weddings were important affairs, not to mention that it was the wedding of her child. She felt that it was important to make it huge, and it couldn’t be understated how the notion of ‘huge’ was vastly different when it came to a supreme being.

“For the opening sequence, I should start with an eruption of all volcanoes…”

“Stop stop stop!” Edavia rushed over and hurriedly cut the Mother Goddess’ train of thought.

Upon seeing a familiar face, not only did the Mother Goddess not rein it in, but She even excitedly shared the details of Her full plan.

She was going to have Sire Darkness erupt the volcanoes and release some ‘fireworks’, and Tempest Caller would blow whatever ash remained into Shrouding Fog to deal with the mess. Glacier Creator would be in charge of keeping the temperature down lest the guests overheat, while Light Devourer took charge of the lights and atmosphere.

The Mother Goddess believed that there should be at least this much for Her child’s wedding. She was so caught up in her excitement that She didn’t notice Edavia’s twitching cheeks.

What the hell is this? The Six Calamities’ concert?

Edavia looked at the confused Six Calamities in the sky, and she felt a headache settling in. She heaved a sigh and said, “Why don’t we ask Roel for his opinion on this matter?”

“That sounds good,” the Mother Goddess agreed.

Meanwhile, the other star of the wedding was busy with another job. Roel was sitting on a chair under a tree, sharing his journey while enjoying the cooling shade. His audience was none other than the towering treant beside him.

“…The world made a stride toward peace after the reconciliation with the Mother Goddess. Does it end here?” Ancient Treant Kayde asked.

“I guess so. It’s a historical record, not a diary. There’s no need to record my daily life, right?” Roel replied.

“Indeed. As the information provider, you do have some special rights. For instance, is there anything you’d like to tell your readers?”

“Let me think… I guess I’d say, ‘Don’t bow down in the face of adversity and bravely march on.’”

“What should the book name be?”

Just then, a voice sounded from the assembly hall. “Roel, it’s about time!”

“Mm, I’m coming!” Roel replied. As he stood up, he looked at the treant and smiled. “Let’s call it Eyes of the Chronicler.”

“An excellent name. As the Chronicler, I’m honored. Peering into history allows one to wisely tread the future. May this book be useful to the people one day.”

“Don’t worry; it will be,” Roel replied with certainty before making his way toward the assembly hall.

The bells of the wedding ceremony rang amidst loud cheers. Fresh red flower petals scattered to the wind contrasted beautifully against the white wedding dresses, and they fell to the ground amidst merry laughter.

The end.