The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 350

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Chapter 350

Luna had wanted the wedding to be a small and modest affair, so there were no formal invitations.

But, as the saying goes, “a word with no feet travels a thousand miles.”

Once the rumor spread, it was impossible to stop completely.

Of course, neither she nor Leon had any real intention of blocking it; they simply sent a polite message, implying that guests could come but should be considerate about the number attending.

Lately, Luna had been in an excellent mood.

Her heart wouldn’t stop racing, and whenever she saw Leon, a silly smile crept across her face without her realizing it.

Bang!!

“Hey. Luna Basilin Raphaelia.”

If not for the uninvited guest.

“Thieving pigeon. If you’re done with your business, why are you still here?”

“That’s not what matters. Did you see this?”

With a grim look, Lispa Elde handed Luna a document.

“What is it?”

“Line seven.”

It was a list of those who had sent word that they wished to attend the wedding.

Even after trimming it down, the list showed just how far Leon’s influence now reached.

Luna glanced over the section Lispa had mentioned.

“What’s the problem, ”

Her words stopped midway.

Her expression hardened.

Among the names, Saint of the Holy Kingdom, High Priest, Agent of the World Tree, the Lord of Mielephon and her daughter, none posed an issue.

Except for one.

, Roden Ktyros Gabriella.

The moment that name caught their eyes, both women froze.

Leon wouldn’t recognize it.

But Luna and Lispa knew it very well.

“The bastard who never listens.”

“And one of the last faces I’d ever want to see.”

The real problem was why that man had secretly expressed interest in attending their wedding in the first place.

Luna worried he might stir up trouble, but she didn’t want to tell Leon and make him anxious.

Even if she did, there was nothing to be done; they had no means of locating him anyway.

“Can’t you block him through Sephiroth?”

“I only managed to steal a fragment of the list. Blocking an archangel… that’s a little beyond me.”

“My lady, shall we help you with your makeup?”

As the maids approached, Lispa shrugged and turned away.

“Whatever happens, let’s be clear on one thing. I’m not helping you. But if that Gabriel bastard shows up nearby, I’ll attack first.”

“Do what you want, but not inside Cascadia.”

Of course, Luna knew Lispa’s chances of winning were almost zero.

* * *

A tense atmosphere filled the air.

“How do you feel?”

“How do you think? My head’s a mess.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you this nervous since that day.”

“This and that are completely different.”

Leon had no energy left to resist Melissa’s teasing.

The ceremony would be held at a remodeled mountain lodge, a place the family often used for vacations.

After spending time there and making his own renovations, Leon had turned the once rugged hunter’s shelter into a cozy, open-air campsite.

At first, people reacted skeptically, A wedding?

In a place like this?

But after seeing the picturesque scenery and natural surroundings, they admitted it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Beep!!

Creak!

“Welcomeee!”

Grivy, Serqet, and Sur stood in a neat row greeting guests and soaking up all the attention.

Melissa, as the main organizer of the event, was darting from one person to another, completely absorbed in her duties.

Leon, too, was kept busy greeting everyone.

“Congratulations on your wedding.”

“Thank you, Your Grace.”

“Congratulations, Leon.”

It was Isna, smiling mischievously as she waved.

It had been a while since they’d last met; she’d been staying in Mielephon lately.

“You look tired. Didn’t sleep?”

“Ah… yeah. Too much to take care of.”

“More like too much fun to have, huh?”

“N-no, that’s not it!”

Her flustered reply reminded Leon that Isna Mielephon hadn’t changed a bit.

Soon after, Sword Saint Osberg Mielephon offered his blessings and left, looking pleased.

The High Priest and the Saint had arrived from the Holy Kingdom, while from the elves’ Great Forest came, Triana and her father.

Even the royal family of Bata had sent a representative, and from the Academy, Professor Rommel and a few students had come as well.

Despite keeping the guest list small, the turnout was still substantial, enough to leave Leon exhausted.

Nearby, a group of succubi were preparing their musical performance for the ceremony.

In the midst of the excitement, Leon greeted each guest with heartfelt thanks.

Then, an unexpected figure appeared.

“Uh… I greet the Sun of the Empire.”

Leon bowed, trying to hide his surprise.

The man only laughed heartily and patted him on the shoulder.

“Enough, enough. Today, I’m here as a guest, not an emperor.”

As if that were true.

The upper echelons of the Pascalia Empire had been working to build friendly relations with Leon.

They must have seen potential in him, and if they couldn’t oppose him, it was better to get close.

“You didn’t bring Eilena with you?”

“Ah… no.”

“She’s at that age when the heart burns easily. I suppose it’s not easy for her.”

The emperor’s voice carried genuine affection for his daughter.

“If it were up to me, I’d have you marry Eilena. But young hearts don’t move by the will of others.”

“Thank you for your kind thoughts, Your Majesty.”

The emperor’s sudden appearance shocked many guests, especially the Mielephon family, who served the Empire directly.

They hurried to greet him.

“It’s almost time. Get ready. Hah, why am I the one getting nervous?”

Wearing an elegant dress, Melissa patted Leon’s back and grinned.

“You’ll be shocked when you see Luna.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

He hadn’t yet seen her in her wedding gown.

Soon, the officiant stepped up to the platform.

It was none other than the High Priest, Dibl.

Otherwise known as the demon Diablo himself.

A demon presiding over the wedding of an archangel and a half-god.

What a blasphemously poetic arrangement.

Not that Leon cared.

He’d long since learned that the world’s ideas of “demons” and “angels” were far from accurate.

Luna, on the other hand, looked visibly annoyed, but she didn’t object.

Standing tall, Dibl activated a voice-amplifying artifact and began reciting the ceremony’s formal passages.

They’d chosen to avoid extravagance, so there were no unnecessary additions to the order of events.

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Truth be told, Leon had almost never attended a wedding before.

He assumed it would resemble the ones from his previous life, and indeed, it was surprisingly similar.

“Now, the groom and bride will make their entrance.”

At Dibl’s gentle declaration, Leon, already dressed and waiting, took his first step forward.

“The groom, please enter.”

Woooooong!! Paaaang!!

A burst of magical light exploded across the venue.

Through a radiant doorway of pure energy, Leon stepped into view.

Confidence, he told himself.

Don’t shrink.

Nervousness was fine, but too much of it could ruin the moment.

As he walked proudly forward, applause rippled from all around.

Behind it, a chorus of succubi added harmony and ethereal effects.

When Marian had first proposed the idea, Leon hadn’t expected much,

but hearing it live, he realized: succubi truly had talent for music.

“Daddy! You look so cool!”

From a distant table, Grivy, seated with Sur, Serqet, and Arsha, waved both arms high.

Arsha, taking the hint, shouted too.

“B-brother! You look amazing!”

Their adorable cheers drew laughter and smiles from the guests.

“Now, the bride will make her entrance.”

At Dibl’s cue, a vast magic circle bloomed in the sky above the outdoor venue.

The formation began to rotate, transforming into a grand portal of light.

Clunk!!!

The door opened.

A wave of shimmering mist rolled outward, blanketing the floor.

From beyond the glowing gate emerged small cherubic angels, creatures of pure light, playing instruments in harmony with the succubi’s song.

That, Leon realized, was Lispa Elde’s handiwork.

Why she’d chosen to help remained a mystery, but she’d said she wanted to, so he hadn’t pressed the issue.

And then, guided by the little angels, she appeared.

With two pairs of luminous white wings, rose-colored hair, and a gleaming white dress, Luna descended slowly, like an angel returning to earth.

The draped veil, the radiant wings, the ethereal glow,

it was hard to look away.

Her wings, once gray, now shone with bright divine light,

Lispa must have layered light magic over them to restore their old celestial brilliance.

Step… step…

Each tap of her heel echoed as she walked toward him, and Leon found himself holding his breath.

Honestly, he hadn’t expected this.

He knew she’d been preparing, but not so thoroughly.

She’d poured her heart into this moment.

The guests’ reactions mirrored his own, astonishment and admiration.

Luna had always been beautiful, but today she seemed otherworldly.

Small angelic figures trailed behind her, holding up the hem of her gown as she approached the altar.

“You’re beautiful.”

After struggling for words, Leon finally managed that single line.

Out of all things he could’ve said, beautiful.

He silently cursed his lack of eloquence.

Still, beneath her veil, he saw Luna’s lips curl into a smile.

“Leon, also handsome.”

“We’ve been through enough. Let’s finally live happily.”

They had once spoken of marriage as if tempting fate,

the kind of “once this is all over” line that usually ends in tragedy.

But now, here they stood, together, having survived it all.

He reached out, and she gently took his hand.

Through the veil, her eyes, like twin night skies, met his.

“I’ve said it before… you have such beautiful eyes.”

“If Leon thinks so, then I’m grateful.”

Once she’d despised those eyes.

But no longer.

Hand in hand, they walked forward toward Diablo, the officiant.

Then it happened.

Both of them turned, almost simultaneously, toward a man seated among the guests.

“…”

Luna’s eyes widened in shock.

Leon, sensing something strange, frowned slightly.

“Luna?”

“…It’s nothing.”

She looked away and resumed walking.

Leon followed her lead, though unease gnawed at him.

—The marriage of an archangel and a demigod… truly fascinating. May the blessings of the Divine be upon you both…

A voice echoed in his mind, one that hadn’t been spoken aloud.

Before it even finished, Lispa stormed in from the side, her face twisted with fury.

She grabbed the seated man by the collar.

“How dare you show your face here, you filthy hypocrite?”

The sudden commotion drew everyone’s attention.

Dibl stared in disbelief, and the crowd buzzed with confusion.

“I’m sorry, continue the ceremony,”

Lispa said curtly.

“Who… who are you?”

One guest asked cautiously.

Lispa smirked coldly, dragging the man toward the exit.

“The woman who’s supposed to marry that groom.”

She stuck out her tongue at Luna in mockery before hauling the man out.

Her outrageous declaration left the venue in a dazed uproar.

But,

“Let’s go.”

Leon and Luna didn’t even flinch.

They continued the ceremony.

Even Melissa didn’t seem particularly bothered.

As they approached, Dibl murmured quietly,

“Leon, Luna… I didn’t imagine it, did I?”

The voice Leon had heard.

Luna and Lispa’s reactions.

And Dibl’s own expression.

There was only one conclusion.

“Why,”

Leon asked under his breath,

“Is an archangel attending my wedding?”

The suspicion hardened into certainty.

And then,

—Raphael’s wedding? There’s no such record in any past or future I’ve seen. To be honest, I find it… quite fascinating.

Even as Lispa dragged him away, that ethereal voice resounded again inside Leon’s mind.

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