The First Magic World War-Chapter 692 - 657, Marriage Designated by the Gods (Request for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 692: 657, Marriage Designated by the Gods (Request for Monthly Votes) Chapter 692: 657, Marriage Designated by the Gods (Request for Monthly Votes) Thankfully, due to the Old Emperor’s wedding held earlier, many of the celebratory arrangements did not need to be prepared again.

Charles and Anne’s wedding was perfectly ready in an extremely short time.

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Originally, the Old Emperor wanted to choose a date, but at almost the same moment, all Temples of the Serpent of Destiny, along with the temples of the other eight True Gods, all delivered divine oracles, appointing the wedding date for the couple by the decree of the gods.

The oracle did not only appear in Strasbourg, nor only within the Fars Empire, but was revealed across nearly all countries of the Old Continent.

This event caused a sensation among all nations of the Old Continent.

It was almost common knowledge that Charles was a follower of the Serpent of Destiny, enjoying the favor of this True God, and it was no secret among the nobility that the Brittany Family had worshipped the Serpent of Destiny for generations, but no one had expected that all the True Gods would issue an oracle for this!

This was tantamount to a collective blessing from the Nine Great True Gods upon the Mecklen Family, celebrating this marriage.

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Although Charles and Anne were already famous across the Old Continent, there had never been such an astounding moment.

Charles Mecklen and Anne Brittany, blessed by the gods!

The impact of this event on the whole Old Continent was far more intense than the invasion of the Evil God.

No writer could describe what this feeling was like.

Because such an event had never occurred before.

With the day set by the Nine True Gods, no external force could change it, not even the Old Emperor, who readily agreed to this date.

After meticulous preparations, the wedding commenced on this god-appointed day.

No words could describe the grandeur of this wedding.

On the day of the wedding, rulers from the other three Great Empires came in person, with the Red Dragon Emperor, who never left Bretton, personally setting foot on the continent to come to Strasbourg.

Together with the Old Emperor of Brittany, the supreme authorities of the Four Great Empires of the Old Continent all hastened to participate in this wedding.

The emperors and archdukes of the remaining minor nations of the Old Continent flocked to the event as well, but they could no longer sit in the front row of the guest seats at the wedding.

In terms of sheer spectacle, it was unrivaled in history and likely in the future as well.

Favored by the Nine Great True Gods, and with the attendance of almost all emperors and archdukes of the Old Continent, even the Old Emperor of Brittany’s own wedding paled in comparison to his daughter’s.

The Old Emperor did not envy his daughter, but during the ceremony, as he personally handed his beloved daughter over to Charles, he wept profusely, overcome with emotion and feeling unimaginably moved.

No novelist could describe the Old Emperor’s feelings at this moment.

That his daughter was marrying too well was a worry that weighed on the Old Emperor’s heart.

Charles, as the absolute protagonist of the wedding, felt somewhat helpless, and even did not have enough time to say more to his old friends.

He also saw Princess May, his senior Menilman, but did not catch sight of Strasbourg’s rose…

As for everyone else, he no longer had the time to pay attention, as his gaze was captivated by Anne.

Receiving Anne’s hand from the Old Emperor, Charles suddenly felt a weight of responsibility upon him and an extraordinary bond that firmly anchored him to this world.

If there had been a chance to return to Earth before, Charles might have hesitated, might have made a different choice, but at this moment, he had no other option; no matter what, he would be with Anne.

His hometown was no longer Earth, but the Mecklen Duchy, where his descendants would thrive and become natives of this world.

Charles, hand in hand with Anne, under the direction of the court’s ceremonial officers and several Great Priests of the Serpent of Destiny, completed the final steps of the wedding.

He stood in the spotlight, attracting the attention of all, and with a slight smile, said, “Ladies and Gentlemen, please forgive me if the reception was not up to the mark.”

“All those who have participated in the wedding, I shall give each a small gift, all of which come from the Alchemy Department of Mecklenburg University.

I hope you will like them.”

Originally, Charles had not prepared gifts for the guests, but since so many emperors, kings, and archdukes of various countries had attended the banquet, he intended to have an unnoticeable product launch, distributing the latest researched war machines to these guests.

He believed that after disassembling these weapons, the heads of these nations would soon place orders, hoping to purchase a batch of weapons from the Mecklen Duchy.

Charles was not worried about his weapons being reverse-engineered; first, because the technology was not easy to decrypt, and second, because there was still the invasion of the Evil God Army from the New Continent, so these countries did not have that much time.

Now his Mecklen Duchy had developed weapons, including Land Battleships, Centurions, Chiliarchs, and many other gadgets.

Charles would distribute these gifts according to the status and importance of those who attended the wedding.

For example, the young Red Dragon Emperor, who had always been so good to Charles, received twenty Chiliarchs, two hundred Centurions, a hundred Land Battleships, and various other newly developed alchemical weapons.

The Red Dragon Emperor, delighted with this batch of weapons, immediately bestowed upon Anne the honorary title of an Earl of Inglima.

Anne was now not only the ruler of her own independent duchy but also a duchess in Fars and an earl in Inglima.

Even the queens of the great empires could not compare in noble status, and not even her mother, Princess Akso, could rival Princess Anne Brittany, for Princess Akso did not hold a title above that of an earl.

This wedding celebration lasted until deep into the night.

When midnight came, two young people dressed in plain clothes stealthily climbed over the wall and fled the Imperial Palace, hand in hand they ran unrestrained through the streets.

Charles had not expected that when he proposed sneaking out of the palace at night, Anne would actually agree.

Charles casually summoned a luxurious darkness, ushered Anne onto the carriage, and whispered, “Am I eloping with the princess by doing this?”

Anne looked at him with affectionate eyes and said, “Do you know?

I did think about it—if my father opposed, I would elope with you.

But I never imagined that my Charles could go to such lengths for me.

To let me have a wedding that is open and aboveboard.”

Charles took Anne’s small hand, suddenly realizing.

When he was with Anne, he was still a commoner.

If their story were to follow the usual course, even though he might attain a certain social status, he would still be far from being a match for the daughter of an earl’s family.

Their wedding would never be made public, but would take place quietly in a small temple, where vows would be exchanged in silence, and even the Old Earl would be absent.

Although Anne was not a vain person, not being able to have a public wedding had always been her greatest regret.

Little did Anne know that the man she had chosen would, in the most lavish manner, shatter this barrier of class.

There was no spectacle more resplendent than receiving the blessings of the gods and having monarchs from all over the continent attend.

As the two were lost in each other’s eyes, silent and loving, a brilliant radiance descended from the heavens.

“I am The Lord of Radiance, blessing the two loving young souls with eternal happiness, may you always be under the care of light, so that your descendants will never suffer the curse of any Evil Spirit.”

Following that, darkness fell from above, and amidst it, a black light flickered as a placid voice spoke: “I am the Black Moon, blessing the two young ones who have walked through ordinary times hand in hand, may your offspring prosper and your issue never fail.

As long as the Black Moon looms over this continent, the Mecklen Family shall forever have my protection.”

As the Black Moon disappeared, a light flickered, and an aged voice said, “I am the Lampbearer, blessing these two lovely young ones.

May your descendants be naturally attuned to magic and possess the continent’s strongest alchemist talent.”

Countless stars replaced the light, and an ethereal voice sang softly, “I am the Lord of the Stars, I bestow upon Anne Brittany Mecklen a ship that can sail amongst the stars.”

As the voice of the Lord of the Stars fell, the sound of countless gears turning rose, “I am the God of Mechanics and Alchemy, granting the descendants of Charles Mecklen and Anne Brittany Mecklen a talent for unrivalled classic alchemy.”

A thunderclap filled the sky, and another True God made an appearance: “I am the God of Thunder and Storms, bestowing the couple with a pair of longswords and the power to command thunder and storms.

These longswords can only be wielded by the descendants of Charles Mecklen and Anne Brittany Mecklen.”

The voices of the Elf God and the Eternal and Illusory Dragon coincided, and after announcing their divine names, they bestowed their blessing together: “Bless the couple and grant their descendants the most splendid marriages, that they may easily win the admiration of the finest young individuals among the elves and beastmen.”

Charles thought to himself, “With this blessing, our Mecklen bloodline won’t remain pure!”

“But it seems that not being pure humans doesn’t really matter.”

Finally, a dazzling silver serpentine tail flew out from the void and tapped the heads of Charles and Anne, with a joyous little snake saying, “Two Lords of Mecklen!”

“I confer upon your descendants the everlasting right to command the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny.

Only the descendants of the Mecklen family, the Lords Mecklen, shall rise to the highest power of the Temple.”

“Strive on!”

“The next Era shall be the Era of the Serpent of Destiny.”

Charles and Anne had descended from the carriage, kneeling on one knee to receive the blessings of the nine True Gods.

Even Charles had not foreseen that his wedding, his and Anne’s, would receive such favor from the Nine Great True Gods.

Even if he wasn’t a devout believer, Charles was filled with gratitude; after all, those who present generous gifts at weddings always receive the most heartfelt thanks.

Charles waited for a while, and as everything anomalous in the sky vanished, he looked around and found no other stirrings, realizing that only he and Anne could feel this blessing.

None of the ordinary world was disturbed by the Nine Great True Gods.

He took a deep breath, pulling Anne close and whispering, “Let’s go home.”

Anne also nodded in agreement.

They returned to the carriage, heading straight for Street 58, Elysian Pastoral.

To Charles, it was the first residence he owned in this world, the place that gave him the strongest sense of home.

His and Anne’s first night!

It had to be at Street 58, Elysian Pastoral.

Such was this confounded sense of ritual.