The girl in red was called Della. She walked to the window of the reading room and stood beside the girl in white to peek outside.
A small banner of Knights in black heavy armor was escorting a handsome young man out of the manor.
The man’s hair was soft and silky smooth that it even reflected the golden sunlight.
He was saying goodbye to a middle-aged noblewoman by the gate with a polite smile on his face.
"That’s Philip, right? He’s here for you." The white-shirted girl asked as she watched the scene.
"Yeah…He’s hard to deal with." Della shrugged. "This guy is like a sticky glue that you just can’t get rid of. It has been so many years, but he has yet to impress me…"
"Well, at least he’s not a playboy. He has never changed his target. This man is a formal wizard. He could have easily found a beautiful woman whenever he wants to." The girl in white shook her head and chuckled.
"I don’t like him, and it won’t change just because he comes here often. We have known each other since we were seven and we even grew up together…" Della was getting nervous. "Why can’t he understand?! He’s just too stubborn to the extent that I’m getting tired of him."
"Don’t blame him like that. He has helped your brother a lot and Barry doesn’t like it. Philip is under a lot of pressure recently," the girl in white explained. "And he’s your brother’s good friend."
"Whatever. I just got a message from my mother. Hiberick will be assigned to the fifth mine. He’s already on the way there." Della communicated through energy particles.
The girl in white stopped for a second, then asked, "Barry did it, right?"
Della nodded slightly. "Yeah, I need to ask Stigma to lay low in the next several years. Only four of my brothers are still alive. Hiberick won’t last long against the killer crows in the fifth mine. The next one will be Rondo."
"Stigma is just a rank 3 wizard apprentice. People won’t even notice him, but we need to hurry. Barry will eliminate all the possible threats," the girl in white responded.
"Fiona, how’s your progression now? Have you collected all the resources needed for the Gas stage?" Della wondered.
"Not yet but don’t worry. There are not many wizards left in the family now. The infighting that happened in the recent years is ridiculous. So many people have died, and Barry will have to preserve the strength of the family. The leader will protect us." Fiona shook her head.
"If I can advance to rank 2, I’ll protect all of you from Barry!" Della raised her head and sighed. "I can just kill Barry and the first inheritor if they make me mad!"
"Keep daydreaming." Fiona rubbed Della’s cheeks and chuckled. "You just broke the limit not so long ago. You should be grateful for that."
"Ha, I’ll go find Stigma first! He’s slacking off too much!" Della shook her head and turned around. "I’ll talk to you later."
"Sure, take care." Fiona nodded.
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One week later…
*Clap Clap*
People were clapping their hands from within a small forest outside the city.
There were two columns of white chairs lined up on both sides of a path that was covered in flowers. It looked like a colorful line that was drawn between two white lines.
Broken red, yellow, blue, purple, and white petals were the perfect decoration for the occasion.
High-quality bouquets of white flowers were put in front of each of the chairs.
The couple was walking on the flower path slowly and there was a band playing the wedding music.
Most of the guests were sitting on the white chairs.
There were also people standing beside the trees, clapping their hands.
Beneath the shadow of a large tree, there were four people wearing white robes and their faces were covered by their hoods. They watched the wedding ceremony quietly yet for some reason, the guests around them did not notice their presences.
The four white robes were Hikari, Angele, Reyline, and Stigma.
Angele stood beside the tree, staring at the couple quietly.
Morrisa was wearing a white wedding dress, elegant and attractive. There was a light smile on her face and her hair was tied up.
The man holding her hand was tall and handsome. They were walking slowly on the flower path.
By the end of the path, there was an old man with a cane in hand.
"Do you know the background of Morrisa’s husband?" Hikari suddenly asked.
"He’s the first wizard in his family," Reyline responded.
"So he’s the first generation…? What is Morrisa thinking?" Hikari shook her head. "It’s a new wizard family and the leader is a newbie. I can’t even imagine how hard their lives will be. She should have talked to us before making the decision."
"She gave up and now she wanted to live a normal life. Morrisa survived the trip because she was lucky, and she had us," Stigma muttered. "I don’t know what she did, but she almost died. It’s understandable that she wants to live a peaceful life after losing hope of advancing to the next stage."
Angele nodded slightly. "She made a wise decision. Not every wizard can progress to the higher ranks. She must have her reasons, too. If Morrisa thinks that that man is good enough for her, we should cheer for them. Enjoying a happy and peaceful life is much better than dying from walking a hopeless path. She’s a formal wizard. That’s already a great achievement."
"You’re right." Reyline agreed with Angele’s point.
The conversation ended here, and the four wizards focused on the wedding ceremony.
The couple reached the end of the flower path and bowed to the old man together. They kissed each other and accepted the kind words from the guests.
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Morrisa smiled as she clung to the man’s arm.
"I wish you a happy life, Hank and Morrisa!" A chubby old woman handed a black gift box over to them.
Morrisa grabbed the box and asked a waiter to put it somewhere else.
"Thank you, aunt Annie." She smiled and bowed to the old woman.
"Please head to the second location. We’ll be there soon." The man named Hank bowed slightly.
"Sure." Annie nodded. Turning around, she walked to the exit.
Morrisa looked at the man beside her.
"Hank, did we miss anyone?"
"Yeah, I think so." Hank had an attractive smile on his face and he looked like a nice guy.
"My father’s friends, the Victor Family, the Marry Family, uncle Rook, and the Alfred brothers…" Hank checked the guest list.
"…My cousin Salt and his son, my sister Elvin, that’s all. My family members and friends are all here." Hank held Morrisa’s hand tight. "Where are your friends?"
Morrisa shook her head. "Benjamin and Barren are here, right? I came to this place not so long ago. I don’t have any family here. My friends are all at the border."
"Isn’t it a bit unfair to you?" Hank, who had scrunched his eyebrows, kissed her forehead. "You came here from so far away alone, but you have a family now. I will introduce you to all my friends. I love you."
"Thank you, Hank." Morrisa was moved by the words her husband said. "Ah, did you invite uncle Blaze and the Bradley Family to our wedding? They live in the remote areas, right?"
"Uncle Blaze will be here tomorrow and the Bradley Family will be here the day after tomorrow," Hank responded and kissed Morrisa’s cheeks. "You’re beautiful, my dear." He hugged Morrisa tight and closed his eyes. They were enjoying the moment that belonged to them.
"I love you," Morrisa muttered.
They separated slowly after several seconds.
A white-haired old man walked to them.
"Hank, Morrisa, time really flies. I still think Hank is still that kid that loves to play with butterflies. He’s lucky to have such a beautiful wife like you. I wish I could live long enough to see your first kid." The old man sighed.
"Uncle Clark, you’re still young. I still remember the day you came back from the forest with a dead bear!" Hank chuckled.
The two began to reminisce about the old days.
Morrisa lowered her head and bowed slightly. She kept on glancing at the trees as though she was searching for something.
Most of the guests had already left. The waiters and workers were currently cleaning off the decorations and the garbage on the ground.
Hank finished his conversation with Clark and noticed Morrisa’s strange behavior.
"What happened? Dear?" Hank was confused. He glanced around but did not see anything.
"Hank, you can head to the second location first. I need to go to the washroom." Morrisa pursed her lips.
"Sure, just don’t make the guests wait for too long." Hank nodded. "What did you eat last night? Are you feeling sick?"
"No…I’m good." Morrisa stared at Hank. "I need to talk to my friends for several minutes after this."
"Sure." Hank chuckled and released Morrisa’s hand. "Why don’t you invite them to the dinner party?"