The Extra is a Genius!?-Chapter 141: The Vows

The hall had fallen completely silent.

From the side entrance, Veyron von Lestaria appeared. Dressed in a tailored green suit adorned with subtle golden patterns across the shoulders and cuffs, he walked with the calm confidence of someone who had lived under scrutiny all his life. His blonde hair was tied back neatly, revealing sharp features and a distant gaze that scanned the rows of nobles without hesitation.

At his side walked Elena.

She held his arm lightly, her steps in perfect rhythm with his. Her emerald dress shimmered beneath the natural light cascading through the arched ceiling, the golden accents tracing her waist and collarbone like delicate vines. The long slit down her leg revealed just enough to make her elegance striking. Her gloves matched the dress flawlessly, and her platinum hair framed her face as it flowed down her back.

Around her neck, the platinum necklace glinted with its amber gem—Noel’s gift.

They made their way down the center of the pavilion, past the noble families of Valor, of Elarith, and beyond. All eyes were on them. Yet Elena’s expression was composed. Serene. Even proud.

When they reached the altar, Veyron released her arm and stepped forward alone. Elena gave him a small nod before taking her place among the family seats, to the right side.

Then came silence again.

And then she appeared.

Livia Thorne entered through the opposite side of the hall, alone. Her gown was pure white, simple but impossibly elegant. It hugged her frame modestly, flowing like liquid moonlight with each step. Her black hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders without a single jewel or clip to hold it back.

Noel watched her carefully from the second row.

The guests stood as one, as elven tradition dictated. Livia walked past them all, never glancing to either side. Her focus was forward. Toward the altar. Toward Veyron.

When she reached him, she stopped. Their eyes met.

They did not speak. They did not smile.

But they stood there, side by side. And neither one looked away.

The high priest stepped forward, his long white robe shifting gently as he raised both hands toward the gathering. A soft, golden shimmer circled the altar—magic woven into the air itself, marking the moment with silent weight.

"In the name of harmony and lineage, we gather to witness the binding of two houses, and the union of two souls," the priest intoned.

"Let there be no doubt, no shadow, no hesitation. Only the will to walk forward—together."

Veyron extended his hand. Livia looked at it for a moment, then placed her own in his.

Their fingers locked.

Two stewards stepped up from each side, presenting the ceremonial rings on ivory cushions. Crafted from woven silverleaf, shaped by elven smiths, they carried both tradition and a subtle enchantment—meant to mark the wearers as bonded in the eyes of both gods and nations.

Veyron took Livia’s ring first. He slid it onto her finger with a steady motion, his eyes never leaving hers.

Then she did the same.

The priest nodded once, slowly.

"By the oath of spirit and blood, let this bond be sealed."

Veyron leaned in and kissed her.

It was brief—but not forced.

Livia didn’t flinch. She closed her eyes. Her hands stayed in his. And for the first time since the announcement of the wedding, her body didn’t seem tense at all.

Applause rose softly at first, then louder. The nobles approved. The ritual had been completed.

From his seat, Noel watched in silence.

’Maybe she’s changing too. All that’s left is Sylvette, both mothers, and my father... That would be the hardest part.’

His eyes drifted to Albrecht, standing stoically at the front, arms crossed behind his back like a statue.

’I still don’t know how House Thorne went to hell. Not that I care, honestly.’

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Heartgrove Pavilion’s rear gates opened wide, revealing the expansive gardens of the von Lestaria estate. Paths of smooth white stone curved gently through the space, weaving between open pavilions, fountains shaped like blooming flowers, and crystalline light orbs floating gently above the guests. The air was filled with the scent of fresh leaves, honeyed drinks, and polished wood.

At the center of the garden, a large dance floor made of polished white quartz shimmered faintly under the daylight. Elven engineers had fitted it perfectly into the natural layout of the space—clean, round, and surrounded by soft grass and vibrant flowerbeds that seemed to bloom in real time under subtle magic.

Dozens of tables surrounded the area, their cloths light green and ivory, decorated with floral centerpieces and rune-inscribed silverware. Along one side stretched a massive buffet, with foods ranging from roasted boar and honeyed vegetables to miniature elven pastries, soups in crystal cups, and exotic fruits from the southern isles.

Guests flowed freely through the garden—some already gathered near the wine tables, others laughing in small circles under open canopies. Servants moved with elegance, refilling glasses and guiding newcomers with practiced grace.

Veyron and Livia walked side by side, greeting nobles, responding to congratulations with nods and half-smiles. Veyron handled the attention with ease; Livia, though more reserved, did not pull away.

From afar, Noel watched them without expression. He stood near the back edge of the gathering, arms crossed for a moment, observing.

The beauty of the garden was undeniable.

’This isn’t my vibe at all, damn I don’t like social gatherings like this’ he thought.

Then, deciding he’d rather not keep thinking, he made his way to the buffet.

Noel stood near the edge of the buffet table, quietly serving himself a modest plate—roasted meat, fresh bread, and a few slices of fruit. His motions were calm, deliberate. Around him, most guests had already settled into small clusters, drinking, laughing, or preparing to watch the first dance. He preferred the quiet.

Just as he reached for a glass, a familiar voice called out from behind him.

"Hi, Noel."

He turned.

Elena stood a few steps away, her hands resting lightly in front of her. The sunlight filtered through the garden canopy, casting soft light over her platinum hair. Her dress—deep green with golden detailing—seemed to glow faintly. The long slit along her leg moved gently as she shifted her weight, and the amber gem at her neck caught the light like fire trapped in glass.

"Hi," Noel replied.

He looked at her a moment longer than he meant to.

"That’s not the dress from yesterday."

She smiled, tilting her head.

"No, it’s not. I wanted it to be a surprise... so I told a little lie."

"I see..."

Elena’s eyes held his for a beat.

"How do I look?"

Noel didn’t pause.

"Very good."

They stood there, just a few feet apart, with voices and laughter all around them, but it felt distant—quiet in their corner of the garden.

Then, from the far end of the space, a soft melody began to rise—elegant, composed, unmistakably elven.

A string quartet had taken their place beneath an arch woven from living branches. The first notes of a classical waltz drifted across the celebration.

Guests turned toward the white quartz dance floor.

At its center, Veyron and Livia stepped forward. He offered his hand. She accepted.

And together, they began to dance.

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