Observing the scene, Kerry, the knight, remarked, "I never imagined His Highness would resort to this. We have plenty of ordinary carriages available, yet he concocted such a swift lie for his wife."
The King countered, maintaining his dignified appearance to not be overshadowed by his jealousy, "She is my wife, after all, so she should pay attention to me. You two have your own wives now to care for you. Don't even think about stealing my wife's attention."
She glanced at Slayer, who stood two steps behind Drayce and had clearly overheard the conversation. His gaze met Arlan's, and a silent glare passed between them, only for Arlan to respond with a teasing smirk.
The Royal Priest proceeded to recount the historical context and customs adhered to by the royal family, all while the bride and groom stood facing each other. Arlan's eyes were fixed upon Oriana's countenance, pondering what thoughts might be concealed behind her lowered gaze. For him, the reality of her standing before him as his bride still felt like an ethereal dream.
Yorian, with a calm demeanor, responded, "Somewhere she needed to be. Now she is here. Let's enjoy the wedding." The elf settled into his chair, wearing a light smile and showing little inclination to discuss further.
Everyone around were shocked but relieved to see Arlan was back. At the same time they were curious to know how? What protected Arlan from the divine weapon?