The First Magic World War-Chapter 672 - 637, Wedding Begins (Part 2)

Chapter 672: 637, Wedding Begins (Part 2) Chapter 672: 637, Wedding Begins (Part 2) Anne knew the origins of these four children like the back of her hand.

Charles dared not conceal the origins of these “children.”

Without the protection of the Serpent of Destiny, let alone Anne, even if Antonio had these four creatures by his side, it would ultimately lead to a breakdown.

Even Charles didn’t know why Amon and Emilia had become much “freer” lately; they almost never left the Holy Light Divine State Title or the Emilia Vessel, but now they often wandered with Gareth through the streets and alleys of Strasbourg.

As a new addition to the “House Mecklen family,” Lilith stared at Amon and Emilia curiously, her face full of eagerness.

Amon, however, was indifferent, dressed in a royal suit tailor-made by Anne herself, exuding a maturity, stability, and presence that belied his apparent age!

Emilia also stared at Lilith, her eyes shining, seemingly ready to capture her “prey.”

Charles could only clear his throat and say, “Children, today is your grandfather’s wedding; you must be peaceful and loving!”

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Amon immediately replied, “Father, I will take good care of my two younger sisters.”

He hesitated for a moment, then added, “However, my power is not sufficient to restrain them; if you could grant me some authority from the Holy Light Divine State Title, I could ensure they won’t cause any trouble.”

Charles was somewhat surprised but then sensed a hint from Murmur of Fate, and was inwardly shocked, thinking, “I was just about to agree.”

Giving the Holy Light Divine State Title’s authority to Amon seemed a brilliant choice, as Amon’s temperament had always been steady, capable of keeping Emilia and Lilith in check, but who knew what might happen if Amon obtained the authority of the Holy Light Divine State Title?

Charles knew well that none of the five evil beings of the Holy Light Divine State Title were kind.

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Especially Amon, whose origins were a mystery, and Charles was certain he could never consider him a real son; after all, he and Omibella could not possibly have a child.

Charles’s silence did not generate any negative emotions in Amon, who simply stepped back politely to stand behind Charles and Anne.

Emilia suddenly whispered, “I can feel them!

Many of them have entered the city.”

Lilith was momentarily surprised, then her expression turned grave.

Her senses were relatively normal, even more so than Gareth.

If Emilia detected the presence of so many of “them” in Strasbourg earlier than she did, it meant Emilia was definitely more powerful.

The inscrutable Amon had perceived it long ago.

Lilith had thought she was a unique being within the House Mecklen, something very special…

But when she was brought here to attend the Old Emperor’s wedding and met her brothers and sisters, Lilith realized her mistake.

The entire House Mecklen was abnormal.

Even thinking hard, she, the Goddess, couldn’t understand why House Mecklen was so peculiar.

Even Gareth, who appeared human, carried a strong scent of the Evil God; he had been possessed by the Evil God.

Amon seemed like an important figure, and while Emilia had the innocence of newly born wisdom, her tiny body contained a powerful storm of energy, even many times stronger than his own.

If a duel were to occur, and war were to break out, Lilith had no assurance of defeating Emilia.

Not to mention the turbulent circumstances within the House Mecklen, with the onset of the ceremony, the aging Emperor, bringing forth Princess Akso, now Queen of Brittany, appeared before the public, and cheers immediately soared to their peak.

Although there was still war, the main front was in Byron, for the Farsians, the old Emperor’s wedding was a symbol; it signified that war was a thing of the past and that a life of peace and stability could begin anew.

Many common folks genuinely wished the old Emperor well, hoping the new Royal Family would bring them peace.

Charles could also sense this overwhelming public sentiment, and he couldn’t help but sigh and think to himself, “I wonder if in future history books, my father-in-law’s wedding will be marked as the event that ended this Old Continent war.”

“It truly should end now.”

Honestly, after the countries of the Old Continent had divided the lands of the Black Phoenix, a subtle balance had been achieved, everyone had gained sufficient benefits, and the years of war had exhausted all nations.

If not for the invasion of the Evil God from the New Continent, a long period of peace would inevitably follow.

But Charles couldn’t predict the future; he sighed, and by his side, Anne reached out her small hand and grabbed his, whispering, “I’ll always be with you.”

Charles felt a warmth in his heart and tenderly replied, “And I will always be with you, forever.”

The wedding ceremony was complex and grand, and a few hours later, the old Emperor of Brittany and Princess Akso each received a scepter, symbolizing the authority of the Emperor and the Empress, from the hand of a chief priest of the Serpent of Destiny.

Moreover, twelve Virgin Priests devoted to the Serpent of Destiny presented two crowns.

Both the scepter and the crowns were antiques passed down from the Sherlock Magic Dynasty and had always been symbols of the Farsian imperial power, even the Axel Clan had always used them.

Now passed to the House Brittany, it was a proper succession, signifying the legitimacy of the Emperor and Empress.

Princess Akso herself was of the Axel Clan bloodline; thus, the newly born Brittany Dynasty was legally flawless, and even the future Emperor Antonio bore the legitimate, pure Axel Clan lineage.

If he were to marry an empress from the Axel Clan…

Suddenly, Charles broke off his thoughts and realized that somehow, only Gareth was left behind him; Amon, Emilia, and Lilith had all disappeared.

Startled, he asked, “Gareth, where are they?”

Gareth, expressionless, replied, “Father!

They’ve gone to play with some good friends.”

This shock wasn’t ordinary to Charles; he turned to Anne and said, “Go to Antonio and don’t stray too far!” He also told Gareth, “Protect your mother, and don’t leave under any circumstance.”

He turned around and vanished into the crowd; in the next second, he transformed into his Divine Knight figure and charged into the chaotic void.

In a higher layer of the world in Strasbourg, overlapping with the Farsian capital’s high-altitude void, a war was underway, featuring combatants who, to the eyes of the mundane, were “Gods.”

Charles even saw Zimmerman, the legendary man who, upon seeing him, waved a greeting.

Dozens of evil creatures were entangled in battle, and Charles, not daring to join the fray, continuously maneuvered; he needed to first analyze the situation and clarify friend from foe before joining the battle.