No matter what was said, Dulin City's lovely parts still slightly surpassed its vulgar, depressed parts. When the early morning sun on the 1st day of the 4th month reached the spire of the Tower of Heroes, the loveliness of the whole city was like a cluster of flowers, blossoming eagerly.
The towering buildings in the city were cloaked in colorful coats from Victory Square to the Road of Kings and all the way to the Dulin Scott Cathedral. The whole street and even entire blocks were decorated with fresh flowers and ribbons while the people hurrying along the streets were dressed presentably. Even the usually sloppy patrolling soldiers of the Ministry of Justice put on police uniforms that were rarely seen.
Sunlight filtered through the thicket and mottled light fell upon the faces of the people. The busybodies, irrespective of age, bundled themselves into a group outside the police cordon formed by the shields of the soldiers of the Guards. Since there were too many people, their line of sight could only reach as far as a small segment of the road before them.
It appeared a little deserted in the direction of the palace. However, massive viewing stands had been set up on both sides of the Road of Kings. It seemed that it was still early as only a few young nobles were in the reviewing stands.
Narcissus knights filled every corner of Penelope Avenue. The fully-equipped knights didn't blend in well with the atmosphere that was brimming with jubilance, but they had on warm smiles. All around the official residence of Duke Andrew, the knights arranged sixteen police cordons from the mouth of the street onwards. Every person who went through the main street were examined and interrogated. These people included the nobles as well as the commoners. The nobles could offer up their congratulations and expensive luxurious goods at the gatehouse of the official residence while the commoners passed on fresh flowers and all sorts of handmade gifts outside the gates.
Today was an exceedingly important day for the Andrew Family as one of their members was about to marry the Princess of the Imperial Household. Under normal circumstances, a Princess born of the Imperial Household would not choose a husband within the country because they are the gifts that are exchanged between each sovereign nation and the symbol of lineage. However, the Imperial Morisette Household had always kept the custom of intermarrying the Andrews. Her Imperial Highness Princess Alanis Alfa Morisette, who was about to walk into the marriage hall, felt that she was undeniably more fortunate than her two elder sisters.
The huge doors of the main house in the official residence were open wide, the same went for the immense doors that led to the bedroom. The members of the Andrew Family crowded up and peered through the doors. Apparently, a novel creature was about to emerge.
As per family custom, O'Neil Andrew Morisette put on the ancient armor that was black and red. Evidently, the armor has been maintained meticulously, but its gleam still failed to conceal the multiple cuts on it. The spaulder bears the imprint of the Narcissus Fierce Tiger. The totem of the God-chosen warriors' belief was lined with bright silver thread, emitting a resplendent, majestic glow.
The groom has a standard royal blue cloak of the Guards draped over him. There wasn't anything particularly special about it, just that Lady Countess Antonia Horman had skillfully sewn a golden Marshal rank onto the shoulder pad. And just like that, it became unique. Miss Fenrar Donaute helped the young Marshal pin on his medals and his favorite silver button. Countess Aeolia, on the other hand, was in a crouch, tightening the laces on the prince's black leather boots. She then made final adjustments to the greaves and poleyn of the armor.
Sasha was fiddling with her brother's Marshal sword, fantasizing that during her brother's wedding ceremony, her little Oscar would reject the pope's question in a loud voice. Then, using this sword, stab the witch-like princess to death. Under the pursuit of a magnificent army, her knight would embrace her for successfully escaping and incidentally killing off the villain (Alfa III). After that, she and her brother could live on their blessed and blissful days in the picturesque paradise of earth.
Oscar embraced his sister, took the Marshal sword from her hand without uttering a word.
The women had their gazes, a natural combination of tender sentimental attachment and helpless silence, onto the man's back.
The people in the hall welcomed the young prince, who was newly "decorated". As expected, Lady Celia was the first to be wrapped in her son's embrace. Next was the child's father, Dortmund, followed by brother Figg, and later by third brother Cody. Worried that the yogurt at the corner of Cody's lips would drip onto him, Oscar hurriedly shoved the troublemaker away.
Next were young Oscar's companions. Colonel Vick was dancing animatedly while Black Devil appeared intensely stiff. The Poison Doctor's eyes were unexpectedly brimming with tears. Only Paul and Sarlat Drosha were as composed as usual. Oscar hugged each and every one of them but realized that his friends have dwindled a lot compared to before.
"Look who's here!" Godot's shout traveled from the entrance.
Brigadier General Wellington Steinberger, dressed in full military uniform of the Guards took long strides into the guest room. Oscar beamed at his comrade-in-arms who once fought alongside him.
"Commander Steinberger of the Seventeenth Forest Garrison, reporting sir! Wish you..."
Oscar cut his old friend off with a fierce embrace and Wellington returned his companion's warmth even more strongly.
"What have you been up to?"
Wellington scratched his head, "my father summoned me home and I am to follow orders to lead one of the family's forces."
"That means before you have resigned under me..."
"It's not like that! No matter when or where Wellington Steinberger will always be your messenger!"
Oscar beamed, extremely satisfied with the answer. He once again hugged his loyal friend fiercely.
"Your Highness, the time has arrived!" the voice of Major General Kamille Rayen rang out. The General of the Red Tigers who just returned from the Northern front was responsible for the inspection tour, the security guards and so on.
"Has it?" Oscar looked at the desk clock. There was still an hour before the inauguration of the wedding ceremony.
"Yes, child!" Duke Andrew and his Madam came forwards, "hurry now! That will be a moment that is completely yours."
Oscar swept his gaze over the people who loved and cared for him and the young Marshal nodded his head lightly.
The crowd surrounding the gorgeous carriage engraved with innumerable Narcissus erupted into wave after wave of jubilant cheers. The masses had a lofty determination and their faces were brimming with joyous radiance. They regarded the grand wedding ceremony of the Imperial Household as a perfect union between a hero and a woman of unparalleled beauty. The carriage of the Andrew Family was bathed in colorful ribbons and drifting flowers. The cavalry protecting the carriage were arranged into a neat formation at both ends. They had their visors down, looking as if they were about to rush into the battlefield.
The procession of carriages turned onto the small street to the south of the church from the Road of Kings and the brass band that has been respectfully waiting for an extended period began to play. This was a festival of the commoners and also the soldiers apparently. Each huge Region of the Guards dispatched guards of honors for Marshal O'Neil's wedding ceremony. The soldiers, dressed in conspicuous armor, stood on one side of the road, welcoming the hero of the nation with majestic music.
Love, this feeling could be that of inexplicable rage or a kind of elated fervor. Before the God of Light, every soul is another soul's god of love. The god of love calls on the soul of her believers to visit the hall of marriage to attain a union of the body and soul. However, O'Neil Andrew Morisette didn't believe in the promise of the god of love. He was in a daze and also a little terrified.
To the youngster who has endured through countless suffering, love was an illusion, like the candle flame before the statue of God. The sufferings that were a fusion of betrayal and blood has connected him closely to his clan members. This connection seized his soul like a lock, causing a deep transformation within him. The savage killings have heightened his understanding of nature. Deceptions and betrayal have strengthened his senses, expanded his imaginations, and bestowed upon him all sorts of sinister and ruthless qualities until this moment, when he concluded the marriage with the Princess, further strengthening and guaranteeing his identity and status.
So... what does all of these have to do with love? Oscar felt that this was easy to explain. He felt that he has never loved this woman who was about to become his wife. He was always passively receiving. The passionate love of youth was incompatible with the sleek sophistication of the old and wise. That encounter was as pointless as a spray past its prime, running into rotten fallen leaves. This more or less summed up O'Neil Andrew Morisette's current state. He admitted that he was flailing. Flailing in a futile love, a love that will never be.
His Majesty Alfa III and a few prominent nobles of the Empire thronged the entrance of the Dulin Scott Cathedral. Everywhere, guards and the guests who came for the wedding were partitioned behind the shields and spears.
Titan Empire's Brigadier General of the artillery soldier, Viscount Tove Van Sukhoi, opened the carriage door for the prince. His friend appeared quite frail. Torry was aware that the prince didn't have many friends and having the privilege of being the best man should be considered a rare honor.
The Emperor embraced his little son-in-law who just alighted the carriage. His Majesty III appeared to be in high spirits. He was dressed in an official ceremonial robe of the court. His large Emperor gown was studded with numerous precious stones and the crown on his head glittered with a dazzling brilliance as the Sun.
"Young man, you are a great hero! Why didn't you ride your horse?" the Emperor eyed his son-in-law dubiously.
"It's too conspicuous. I'd be like a moving statue!" Oscar replied simply. In actuality, he did not wish to let others see his brooding and absent-minded manner.
"Hehe! Hurry now!" the Emperor led the prince onto the steps. When little Oscar mounted the church's patio, the people caught sight of him and the whole earth seemed to erupt into ear-splitting cheers. Helpless, Oscar could only face the onlookers together with the exhilarated Alfa III. His Majesty III was waving his hand towards the crowd and Oscar grudgingly lifted his.
It was already packed to the brim inside the cathedral. The guests who had come from every sovereign nation in Westland rose when the huge doors flung open. They clapped while paying their respects to the ruler of Titan and the main character of the wedding ceremony. Following behind the Emperor and prince was the crowd of military officers and cabinet ministers. They had half-genuine smiles pasted on their faces. Their eyes seemed to be conveying messages that were worth pondering about among themselves.
The Emperor led the prince to a corner gate behind the altar. Now even the Imperial Household members who were seated at the front most row have risen from their seats. Oscar hurriedly returned their greetings but was immediately tugged away by His Majesty III.
"What's going on? Why are there more guards than guests attending the wedding ceremony?" the Emperor grabbed his son-in-law's arm in the tiny room.
Oscar shrugged, "the Secret Service reported a reliable piece of information to the Military Intelligence Bureau that someone would stir trouble during the wedding ceremony, which could possibly be an assassination. I mobilized the guards of the capital after consulting the opinion of Marshal Robin."
"I don't recall giving you the authority to mobilize the capital division." The Emperor frowned.
"I indeed don't have it, but the Military Intelligence Bureau has!" Oscar held his gaze with the Emperor, challenging him.
"Forget about it!" Alfa III finally gave up his questioning. In any case, he didn't want the wedding to go wrong.
The huge door that led from the tiny room into the lounge suddenly flew open. A few religious members came out respectfully and the last to emerge were the religious leader of Titan parish, Archbishop Karl Arnold and the Empress of the Empire, Rolyn Kate. There wasn't much resemblance between Archbishop Karl Arnold and his younger sister and only the bridge of his nose and supraorbital ridge showed a trace of inheritance. Alfa III exaggeratedly spread his arms wide open. Then kissed the archbishop on both sides of his cheeks with his lips.
"How do you do, messenger of God?"
"Very well Your Majesty!"
"What were you all talking about?" the Emperor asked while indicating his wife. Archbishop Karl Arnold also shot a glance at his sister but then averted his head, smiling.
"Your Majesty, we were reminiscing about the past, discussing the present and looking forward to the future."
"Wow..." an exclamation of awe escaped the Emperor, "this is really something!"
"Yes!" the Archbishop nodded. His golden hair was buried under the thick miter, both his eyes gleaming with an excited blaze.
Oscar could tell that the Emperor disliked this man.
"Your Imperial Highness Prince O'Neil!" Archbishop Karl Arnold whirled to face the youngster beside the Emperor, his gaze softening slightly. "Who would've thought that I will have to congratulate you on our first meeting!"
"Yes indeed! Thank you for hosting the wedding for me."
"Not at all, this is my honor! As a religious member, I will use my sincerest heart to bless the union of both you and Her Highness Princess Alanis."
Oscar remained silent and merely flashed a polite smile. Since the Emperor despised this man, there wasn't any need for him to get too intimate with him.
"Young lad, let me have a look at you!" Empress Rolyn Kate pulled the youngster to her side and looked the fortunate lad up and down."Heh heh, a fine young man indeed! Alanis has a good eye. I've been worried all this while that she'd marry the wrong man, but she has chosen the best husband for herself!"
"Yes!" the Emperor slunk up, "Alanis is all grown up and in my eyes, she's already a big girl! She will be a good wife and a good mother. We only need to offer up our heartfelt blessings to the children and that will be enough! There's absolutely nothing to worry about!"
"My apologies!" Viscount Sukhoi popped his head into the room, "Your Majesty, I apologize for interrupting, but it is almost time!"
"Oh!" Alfa III clapped his forehead, "I was almost muddled up by the past, present, and future! Young Oscar, let us begin!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Oscar assessed the archbishop's expression surreptitiously as he was saluting. As expected, Sir Karl Arnold who was just ridiculed by the Emperor was staring daggers at him. However, the Empress unexpectedly tugged at his sleeves.
Oscar hurriedly averted his gaze. He didn't know what the Empress' action implied, but it was definitely a something that overstepped a certain boundary.
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Church's year 798, 1st day of the 4th month, 12 noon. The copper bell of Dulin Scott Cathedral rang. After 12 strikes, the bell continued to ring. The sound of the distant, ancient bell spread outwards, carried by the warm spring breeze. Soon, the sound resounded throughout the whole of Dulin. With the ring of the bell, the crowds erupted into unprecedented cheers. They were sharing the happiness and joyous laughter blindly as if it was their relatives who were about to have their wedding in the church.
The guards, closely packed together, shoved at the crowds who ceaselessly overstepped the boundary, using shields and the hilt of their swords to keep the enthusiastic crowd at bay and frightening the shallow-minded citizens by shouting and scolding them.
The people in the church were getting impatient. Although being late was a privilege of ladies, this situation absolutely shouldn't occur with a bride. The guests from all over the world broke into a discussion to pass their time. They were all experienced politicians and diplomats and their words could compete to those of famous editorials. They have a perception that the so-called wedding of the century was none other than a stage for Titan Empire to display its power and diplomacy. The two main characters of the wedding have identities that were worth their attention, but their union couldn't change the political organization of Titan Empire. Ultimately, the union of the Morisette and Andrew Family was nothing more than a new arranged combination of the Imperial power towards the power of the land.
"You're nervous?" Torry whispered into his old mate's ear.
"Not at all!" Oscar turned away but still felt extremely uneasy.
"Come on, your hand is trembling like an epileptic patient!"
Oscar looked down; it was apparently so, "I'm just too bored!"
Torry shrugged, "that shows that you don't love her!"
"Say's who?" Oscar stubbornly refused to admit.
"You're joking! This is something that a man can tell! If you truly loved Alanis, you would even disregard the wedding and hurriedly coax her into bed!"
Oscar was about to retort but his eyes fell upon the women in the ranked seating. There were Sasha, Aeolia, Annie...
"Gosh, why did they come?" the young Prince fumed without reason.
Torry looked in that direction but only saw vile cabinet ministers. With the Cabinet Chancellor and Finance Minister at the head, Dulin City's old foxes, young foxes, rogues, prostitutes, onlookers, army ruffians, have all gathered together. They used dignified reasons to squeeze into the hall of the gods and used glamorous ceremonial attire adorned with gold and silver to conceal the filth and depravity of their bodies.
"You're referring to your woman?" Viscount Sukhoi shot an impatient look at the prince. "Mate, I have to remind you that you have made your choice! So wherever they go would be their freedom to do so. And if you flagrantly meddle, a certain someone will make life difficult for you!"
Oscar watched his women without uttering a word. However, he already heard the passionate cheering coming from outside the church. The person who would make life difficult for him has arrived!
The soldiers of the Guards protecting the church pulled open the huge doors and sunlight spilled in through the wide-open doors. The guests rose and stood to face the direction in which the bride has arrived. They have yet to make a sound as if they were building up the strength and emotions for cheering. At last, a group of ladies dressed in white formal dresses, with sunflowers and hyacinths clasped in their hands, glided into view. They were the angelic procession who went ahead of the bride.
The bride has emerged! The community of nobles was dumbstruck for a few seconds before an earth-shaking cheer resounded throughout the heavens! With flowers flying everywhere and under the earnest sound of blessings being called out, Alanis Alfa Morisette broke into a blessed smile.
For just a split second, O'Neil Andrew Morisette admitted that he was captivated. His bride was clothed in a pure, dazzling white wedding gown. The rose lace was like three-dimensional sculptures set into every inch of the wedding dress. 628 pearls and 1234 diamonds made up for the bland purity. These precious stones emitted a dazzling splendor on the dress, making it appear like a magnificent palace when it moved.
Alanis' hair was made up in a style exclusive for brides. She had on a little crown that was intricately made of diamonds and silver. Behind the bride was a train that reached a length of 46 meters with innumerable flowers already scattered all over it.
Everyone had on a grin, apparently, only the bride's expression was taut.
The Emperor took the hand that his daughter extended and the father then passed the hand over to his son-in-law to be, not forgetting to give the young prince a pat on the shoulder.
"Young man, don't be nervous! Everyone has endured this!"
The Emperor's words stimulated roars of laughter from the guests and even Oscar's lips parted in a rare response. Why did everyone believe that he was overly anxious? Oscar was aware he was not nervous in the slightest. He was only screaming for sincerity and yearning for the integration of willpower and reason under the overflowing love from the heavens. However, up until that very moment, when the warm, distinct hands of his wife reached his consciousness, he discovered with a start that the so-called love was merely a mirror. The mirror connected people and also connected people to all living things. This mirror will only convey one type of message, which was to inform one of how hideous their true selves were!
"Before the gods, a person's heart wields joy and suffering. Love is the greatest language the gods have created and it is synonymous with the gods. Before love, joy and suffering become a meaningful long-winded poem that accompanies lovers to the ends of time!"
Archbishop Karl Arnold recited those words while sprinkling holy water that represented the oath onto the newlyweds.
"O'Neil Andrew Morisette, do you love Alanis Alfa Morisette? Are you willing to take her as your wife, and protect her with the most sincere oath of your life? Be it in age, sickness or death, regardless of the dangers in the way!"
"I do!"
"Alanis Alfa Morisette, do you love this man who has pledged to protect you? Even if becoming his wife would cause you to experience the suffering of birth and the torments of poverty and sickness?"
"I do!"
"Then I announce, with the gods as the witness of your oath of alliance, you are now husband and wife!"
Oscar hugged his stunning wife fiercely and quickly found his wife's lips beneath the veil.
Archbishop Karl Arnold moved closer a little awkwardly.
"Please, my Imperial Highness Prince, you haven't exchanged your rings!"
The huge doors of the Dulin Scott Cathedral banged open and the joyous crowd surged forwards. If it weren't for the Princess' train having wasted so much time when she turned around, the people definitely could have seen the newlyweds who just completed the ceremony earlier.
Oscar's smile was so calm that it made the people's hair stand on end. He pulled his wife to him while the crowd flocked him. The people were like ants that just left their nests, recklessly surging forwards, painstakingly advancing through the sea of flowers and flying ribbons.
The soldiers of the guards finally managed to separate the elated nobles from the worsening commoner area. According to the custom in weddings, the young noble ladies could fight over the garland in the bride's hands, which was a symbol of blessing and luck.
Alanis blushed a deep red. She sneaked a glance at her husband, then exchanged furtive glances with her companions in the crowd.
"Give it to me!""Your Highness Princess, over here!""Niz, give the garland to me!"
The enthusiastic young ladies were like little chicks waiting to be fed, extending their necks and producing waves of high-pitched screams. At last, after weighing it for a good while, Alanis suddenly tossed the garland. The garland that was woven by olive branches and violet jasmines immediately flew into the air. The sun imprinted a golden strand onto the garland. The shadow and radiance reflected by the garland captivated the people.
The garland fell gradually, bringing with it the blessings of the bride. However, what did Oscar catch sight of among the joyous crowd? The young Marshal swiftly took hold of his beautiful wife, putting his chest before the pitch-black muzzle of a cannon!
A boom that sounded like an explosion rang out. The powerful wave scattered the falling garland into pieces. The branches and leaves of olives and jasmine petals dispersed in every direction. The group of young ladies let out startled shrieks that were enough to rupture one's eardrums. Just when the people were still dumbstruck, the groom, who was in the bride's embrace, covered his chest and gradually collapsed, limp.
"No!" Alanis let out a heart-wrenching wail. Her world seemed to have fallen apart. Her wedding dress was stained with drops of blood and the man she deeply loved was completely still, his eyes closed.
"A mini hand cannon! A mini hand cannon!" Torry bellowed and leaped forwards. When he drew out his sword, the group of young ladies immediately scattered!
"Where's the assassin? Who saw him?" Dortmund led the Narcissus officers and guarded the front of the Emperor. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead.
The wails of the people and roars from the soldiers of the Guards rang out simultaneously. The crowd who attempted to flee the scene was met by weapons and shields that surged towards them. The disoriented people started to trample over one another. The young ladies who were scared stiff by the thunder-like crack of the cannon and the sight of fresh blood started to wail and scream like mad.
The soldiers of the Guards arranged themselves into a tight formation around their Marshal who had collapsed onto the ground. They retreated step by step into the church and as one, closed the huge doors. The rowdy crowd was isolated outside, the hellish outdoors. The Emperor's bellow of rage suddenly sounded in the cathedral that was filled with sounds of criticism and all sorts of yelling.
"Who saw the assassin? Who saw the assassin?"
"Your Majesty, I only caught sight of the assassin being a girl! But she vanished into the crowd at once!"
The Emperor stared fixedly at the officer dressed as one of the guards, "you're saying the assassin escaped?"
No one dared answer the Emperor's question and only the sobs of the women could be heard in the silent cathedral.
Looking at the unconscious Oscar, and then his daughter who had fainted in the Empress' arms, Alfa III's eyes glistened with a terrifying ferocity.
"Seal off the city district! Seal off the transportations! Mobilize all the units surrounding the capital, the patrolling soldiers of the Ministry of Justice, the secret agents under secret service system! Find the assassin! Thresh out anyone suspicious! Bring out all who futilely resist and violate the Empire!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" numerous soldiers in the cathedral responded to the Emperor's order in unison. However, they all knew that it wouldn't be easy finding an assassin hiding among the crowd. Year 798, 1st day of the 4th month was destined to be the most chaotic day in history, but as soldiers, there were certain things that they must do!
"Your Majesty!"
"What?" Alfa III twisted his head around in annoyance.
"I'm a doctor, His Highness Prince isn't dead yet!"
The Emperor grabbed the man by the collars violently, "then what are you doing standing there for?"
Percy was dragged by the Emperor to stand before the prince. Everyone had gazes filled with awe trained on him and this was probably sufficient for the former Poison Doctor to feel a wave of pride.
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Flames were flickering in Dulin City. The huge group of knights leaped over the bonfire that was separating the blocks and vanished into the completely deserted streets. After a while, panicked screams came from the houses in that direction. The flames went from the south to north and from the east to the west. The blood-red rays of light enveloped the greatest city of Westland all the while.
The people in the city were all praying, praying for this day to end quickly. Some pleaded with the gods to protect the life of the young hero, while some hoped for O'Neil Andrew Morisette to finally be laid in his coffin. Some slipped onto the streets and tried to take advantage of the crisis for their own personal gain and some were shot by the soldiers of the Guards who were unable to distinguish between friend or foe.
The suffering of the citizens was apparently boundless, but to their satisfaction, they saw that the fierce knights also barged into the homes of the nobles. The masters of every day could only stand aside in rage when being confronted with the search warrant signed by the Emperor. With the roughness of a scoundrel, the soldiers turned over their residence and belongings.
The stream of people who have gathered outside the main hall of Hamilton Palace were those of the exceptionally astute. They held the flag signal as they kept watch over His Highness Prince that night, who lost consciousness due to his grave injury and were making inquiries about the authenticity of the Imperial Household's fake actions. These clever "Neutral factions" exchanged ideas and their topics were centered on one, which was, who would dare at this time conspire to assassinate O'Neil Andrew Morisette, who has accumulated honor and power?
"It's the Deiss! I bet ten thousand Golden Tis that it's the Deiss who did it!" the Finance Minister, Almodovar Godzilla cried out loud in the huge living room outside the Emperor's quarter. Don't tell me no one noticed the Deiss envoy's queer expression after he witnessed the assassination incident at noon? They are definitely taking revenge!"
"You don't have proof!" Marshal Robin snorted derisively.
"Could it be the Rielese?" a cabinet minister joined the discussion.
"That's a wild guess!" another cabinet minister replied his colleague's question.
"Then it's the Farans!"
"Give me a break!" Duke Andrew stood up impatiently. The Empire's best surgeon is rescuing his son in the Emperor's bedroom and he didn't have the time to talk nonsense with these fools.
"I say, respected men, why can't the person who attempted to assassinate the prince be one from among you?" Dortmund raked his gaze over the ferocious demons of the capital circle in irritation.
"Could it be that you all think yourselves as not the slightest bit suspicious?" Duke Andrew glared at them. The Sea Creature hung his head, Old Kachev obscured his face with the teacup while the other respected men eyed the Narcissus Commander-in-chief's hand that was placed over the hilt of his sword, not daring to utter a sword. Only the Military Affairs Chancellor, Marshal Alan responded with a smile.
"Dortmund, calm down! I understand your feelings, but your deduction is unfair! The people seated here are the outstanding ministers who have strived their hardest for the Empire. You can't just slander them!"
"Hmph!" Duke Andrew brushed aside the lean hand that Alan placed upon his shoulder. The Narcissus commander sat in the corner, sulking.
"Viscount Sukhoi, have you ever encountered an assassin who uses a mini hand cannon?" Alan suddenly swiveled around to face the Brigadier General of the artillery soldiers who stood in a corner of the living room.
"I didn't get a clear look!" Torry replied promptly, but his senses were instantly on high alert. "Wait! Hold it! Sir, be a little clearer in your words! What are you suspecting?"
Alan strode over while the other respected men started to crowd around the Sukhoi Family's firearm, whispering fervently.
"Sir Viscount, I merely wish to ask you your opinion regarding that firearm and judge the matter as it stands, nothing more!"
"There's nothing that can be said! I have absolutely never seen a mini hand cannon of that model. That isn't a product of us Sukhois!"
"But didn't you say you didn't get a clear look at it? How would you know it isn't one of your precious products?"
Torry finally lost his patience! He rolled up the sleeves of his uniform like a hoodlum.
"Old man, are not yet satisfied with bullying our family? Do you think you don't have to fight just because you're old?"
"Brigadier General Tove Van Sukhoi!" Marshal Robin suddenly wedged himself between the young man and Silver Fox Alan, "is this an attitude you show towards a Marshal? Get lost and come back again when you're sober!"
"Yes, sir!" Torry hurriedly saluted his former tutor, then left the huge living room without a backward glance. He wasn't foolish. Even if Alan were to pick a fight with him, he wasn't his opponent.
Unable to make a fuss about the matter, Alan acted unconcerned. He once again resumed his seat and took up a transparent teacup.
Practically brushing past Viscount Tove Van Sukhoi, Count Rudolf Hoss burst into the room with a gloomy face, his hand carrying a kraft paper bag that was emitting a potent stench.
The appearance of the head of Secret Service immediately aroused the attention of the military men and ministers. They left their seats and flocked him.
"Where's His Majesty?" the great Head of the Secret Service spun towards Marshal Alan.
"Still inside. Before ascertaining that His Highness Prince's life is out of danger, he will definitely not come out!" Alan's tone revealed a hint of jealousy. "What's up? You caught the person?"
"No!" Rudolf Hoss shook his head exasperatedly, "the murder weapon has been found! Someone saw a suspicious person duck into a toilet of an apartment building after the incident. My men found it in the toilet bowl!"
With a start, the respected men dispersed at once. However, they sized up the murder weapon that the head of Secret Service presented with curiosity.
"Has anyone seen such a mini hand cannon?" Rudolf queried with embarrassment. He was the officer of the Secret Service's overall operations. He should know these kinds of things, but at that moment, he completely had no idea at all.
"Let me see!" Torry popped out again from who knows where. The crowd of cabinet ministers, seeing that it was the son of the First Corps' Firearms Family, all opened up a path for him.
Without caring about the stench that the mini hand cannon was emitting, Torry carefully inspected the unique model of the murder weapon. After inspecting for a good while, he finally shook his head.
"This isn't a standard product, it's too crude! The workmanship is the Hoillands' while the casting is the Faran's! This toy is put together by a few blacksmiths!"
"Hold on, let me have a look!" the Commanding Officer of the Guard's Eighth Region, Vangol Abberning Hagrid shoved through the crowd and emerged. Torry passed over the mini hand cannon and General Vangol took it carefully.
"If I'm not mistaken, this is one of those things forged personally by the southern rebels! My suppressive army has confiscated such a mini hand cannon before."
"This thing is already widely used?" Alan's eyes widened.
"No!" Vangol shook his head, "the rebels are unable to attain gunpowder and ore. They acquired it at a high price from the Faran and Hoilland's weapons and ammunition traffickers!"
Alan shook his head, "then we cannot just limit our targets to the southern rebels. This is because since this thing is on the market, anyone with money will be able to buy it."
"Not necessarily!" General Vangol shook his head, "Faran and Hoilland are putting great effort in combating arms trafficking, particularly firearms. There aren't many firearms to begin with and those able to make their way into the black market are only these few!"
"Probably!" Count Rudolf Hoss nodded, "I agree with General Vangol's view. It seems that I need to teach those arms smugglers who frequently roam the Empire's inland, a good lesson!"
"Do you need help from my side?" Deputy Chief of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Lieutenant General Tivoli Hadley at that moment sidled over to the group.
Rudolf Hoss spared him a glance, "forget about it Wolly! It's best if you calm the secret agents under your care and the Military Intelligence special agents down a little. I saw them searching a group of children not taller than tables when I was returning to Hamilton Palace!"
Tivoli Hadley shrugged, "what can I do? Our Sir Chief of Bureau suffered such an ordeal after taking office for only four days. This is equivalent to peeing over the doorstep of the Military Intelligence Bureau! My subordinates will naturally be infuriated! Don't tell me you expect my men to let it pass?"
Rudolf was about to say something, but he noticed that the Emperor's huge bedroom doors were slowly creaking open.
Dortmund was the first one at the door but realized that it was merely the weary and frail Alfa III. Osli Alfa Morisette closed the huge doors and leaned against the door, gasping for breath.
"How... How is my son?"
The Emperor shot a disdainfully look at Duke Andrew. He couldn't tell whether the man hoped for his son's end or for his son to still be alive.
"The doctor is still rescuing him. I only came out to see if there were any developments in the matter!" Alfa III said while eyeing the important figures in the room, "What? No one wants to explain it to me?"
Lieutenant General Tivoli Hadley smiled slightly. He then unobtrusively made an "inviting" gesture to Count Rudolf Hoss of the Secret Service.
Rudolf spat quietly, but could only step out grudgingly.
"Your Majesty, we have found the murder weapon. The assassin is still being tracked down. Based on the first impression, we believe..."
"Enough!" the Emperor shouted not too loudly, "the culprit hasn't even been caught. What can you determine? Do you think I'm an idiot?"
The head of the Secret Service withdrew a few steps. The Emperor's outburst and the saliva that suddenly flew his way startled him!
Alfa III lifted the Emperor's scepter in his hand abruptly and swept this symbol of supreme authority over everyone in the room.
"Do not question my determination of looking into this matter to the end! My son-in-law is bleeding, my daughter is weeping. I'll have to cut the enemy up into tiny pieces before I can cancel out my debt! The enemies of the nation better start praying that they're not discovered by me and that their identities remain unknown!"
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The Military Intelligence building was brightly lit. Every member has arrived at their post and every official capital operative has taken onto the streets. Everyone was like headless houseflies, disordered and confused! Compared to the clueless men who could only verify things by comparing the map and intelligence, things were far easier for Baron Messier De Quixote. On his left, he had Westland's King of Assassins refilling his teacup while on his right was the former assassin of the Imperial Household rummaging through the files.
"Okay Mes, stop making us guess! Who is this girl?" Paul leaned in closer to the chair impatiently.
The head of the Military Intelligence Analysis Division suddenly put down his teacup, "Shaw, hold on, it's this one!"
Shaw Shorenstein took out a thick file from a tattered canvas bag, "this one?"
"Yes, that's right! Hurry, give it to me!" Messier rubbed his hands together in glee. "That's it! Haha!"
Paul snatched away the file and placed the cover page of the document beneath the light.
"Military Intelligence Secret Zero File! What is this?"
Messier snatched the file back, "don't both of you want to know which little whore assassinated His Majesty Prince? It's her! Zero!"
"Who's a whore?" the cold voice of a girl suddenly traveled out in the room.
Paul's dagger and Black Devil's short sword were drawn simultaneously in a flash, stirring up a powerful gust of wind in the room! Practically in a blink of an eye, the whipping of the wind died down. The dagger and short sword were lodged in the woman's throat and chest!
The woman smirked. Each of the mini hand cannons in her hand was already aimed at the heads of both the top-notch assassins, "will you like to test whether your blades are faster than a hand cannon? Or will you admit defeat?"
Although the mini hand cannon wasn't aimed at him, Messier still dare not move. His forehead was already covered in beads of sweat. The flame on the candleholder was flickering and the face of the woman slowly came into view under the light.
It was a stunning and compact face with distinct features and a lovely forehead! However, these exquisite features should not belong to Westland's swiftest, highly precise marksman!
Military Intelligence Secret Zero Files! Monia Amerson, birthdate unknown, parents unknown. Church's year 789, Drunboehms Orphanage selected her to join the Guard's 8431st Special Combat Brigade to receive military and combat training. Church's year 794, officially joined the battle sequence with the rank of First Lieutenant.
First Lieutenant Monia Amerson was the first female officer to be officially initiated in the history of the Guards. Personally recommended by the Commander of the Guards, also the Empire's Military Affairs Chancellor, Marshal Van Hewitt Alan; Monia Amerson, codenamed "Zero"!
No matter what was said, Dulin City's lovely parts still slightly surpassed its vulgar, depressed parts. When the early morning sun on the 1st day of the 4th month reached the spire of the Tower of Heroes, the loveliness of the whole city was like a cluster of flowers, blossoming eagerly.
The towering buildings in the city were cloaked in colorful coats from Victory Square to the Road of Kings and all the way to the Dulin Scott Cathedral. The whole street and even entire blocks were decorated with fresh flowers and ribbons while the people hurrying along the streets were dressed presentably. Even the usually sloppy patrolling soldiers of the Ministry of Justice put on police uniforms that were rarely seen.
Sunlight filtered through the thicket and mottled light fell upon the faces of the people. The busybodies, irrespective of age, bundled themselves into a group outside the police cordon formed by the shields of the soldiers of the Guards. Since there were too many people, their line of sight could only reach as far as a small segment of the road before them.
It appeared a little deserted in the direction of the palace. However, massive viewing stands had been set up on both sides of the Road of Kings. It seemed that it was still early as only a few young nobles were in the reviewing stands.
Narcissus knights filled every corner of Penelope Avenue. The fully-equipped knights didn't blend in well with the atmosphere that was brimming with jubilance, but they had on warm smiles. All around the official residence of Duke Andrew, the knights arranged sixteen police cordons from the mouth of the street onwards. Every person who went through the main street were examined and interrogated. These people included the nobles as well as the commoners. The nobles could offer up their congratulations and expensive luxurious goods at the gatehouse of the official residence while the commoners passed on fresh flowers and all sorts of handmade gifts outside the gates.
Today was an exceedingly important day for the Andrew Family as one of their members was about to marry the Princess of the Imperial Household. Under normal circumstances, a Princess born of the Imperial Household would not choose a husband within the country because they are the gifts that are exchanged between each sovereign nation and the symbol of lineage. However, the Imperial Morisette Household had always kept the custom of intermarrying the Andrews. Her Imperial Highness Princess Alanis Alfa Morisette, who was about to walk into the marriage hall, felt that she was undeniably more fortunate than her two elder sisters.
The huge doors of the main house in the official residence were open wide, the same went for the immense doors that led to the bedroom. The members of the Andrew Family crowded up and peered through the doors. Apparently, a novel creature was about to emerge.
As per family custom, O'Neil Andrew Morisette put on the ancient armor that was black and red. Evidently, the armor has been maintained meticulously, but its gleam still failed to conceal the multiple cuts on it. The spaulder bears the imprint of the Narcissus Fierce Tiger. The totem of the God-chosen warriors' belief was lined with bright silver thread, emitting a resplendent, majestic glow.
The groom has a standard royal blue cloak of the Guards draped over him. There wasn't anything particularly special about it, just that Lady Countess Antonia Horman had skillfully sewn a golden Marshal rank onto the shoulder pad. And just like that, it became unique. Miss Fenrar Donaute helped the young Marshal pin on his medals and his favorite silver button. Countess Aeolia, on the other hand, was in a crouch, tightening the laces on the prince's black leather boots. She then made final adjustments to the greaves and poleyn of the armor.
Sasha was fiddling with her brother's Marshal sword, fantasizing that during her brother's wedding ceremony, her little Oscar would reject the pope's question in a loud voice. Then, using this sword, stab the witch-like princess to death. Under the pursuit of a magnificent army, her knight would embrace her for successfully escaping and incidentally killing off the villain (Alfa III). After that, she and her brother could live on their blessed and blissful days in the picturesque paradise of earth.
Oscar embraced his sister, took the Marshal sword from her hand without uttering a word.
The women had their gazes, a natural combination of tender sentimental attachment and helpless silence, onto the man's back.
The people in the hall welcomed the young prince, who was newly "decorated". As expected, Lady Celia was the first to be wrapped in her son's embrace. Next was the child's father, Dortmund, followed by brother Figg, and later by third brother Cody. Worried that the yogurt at the corner of Cody's lips would drip onto him, Oscar hurriedly shoved the troublemaker away.
Next were young Oscar's companions. Colonel Vick was dancing animatedly while Black Devil appeared intensely stiff. The Poison Doctor's eyes were unexpectedly brimming with tears. Only Paul and Sarlat Drosha were as composed as usual. Oscar hugged each and every one of them but realized that his friends have dwindled a lot compared to before.
"Look who's here!" Godot's shout traveled from the entrance.
Brigadier General Wellington Steinberger, dressed in full military uniform of the Guards took long strides into the guest room. Oscar beamed at his comrade-in-arms who once fought alongside him.
"Commander Steinberger of the Seventeenth Forest Garrison, reporting sir! Wish you..."
Oscar cut his old friend off with a fierce embrace and Wellington returned his companion's warmth even more strongly.
"What have you been up to?"
Wellington scratched his head, "my father summoned me home and I am to follow orders to lead one of the family's forces."
"That means before you have resigned under me..."
"It's not like that! No matter when or where Wellington Steinberger will always be your messenger!"
Oscar beamed, extremely satisfied with the answer. He once again hugged his loyal friend fiercely.
"Your Highness, the time has arrived!" the voice of Major General Kamille Rayen rang out. The General of the Red Tigers who just returned from the Northern front was responsible for the inspection tour, the security guards and so on.
"Has it?" Oscar looked at the desk clock. There was still an hour before the inauguration of the wedding ceremony.
"Yes, child!" Duke Andrew and his Madam came forwards, "hurry now! That will be a moment that is completely yours."
Oscar swept his gaze over the people who loved and cared for him and the young Marshal nodded his head lightly.
The crowd surrounding the gorgeous carriage engraved with innumerable Narcissus erupted into wave after wave of jubilant cheers. The masses had a lofty determination and their faces were brimming with joyous radiance. They regarded the grand wedding ceremony of the Imperial Household as a perfect union between a hero and a woman of unparalleled beauty. The carriage of the Andrew Family was bathed in colorful ribbons and drifting flowers. The cavalry protecting the carriage were arranged into a neat formation at both ends. They had their visors down, looking as if they were about to rush into the battlefield.
The procession of carriages turned onto the small street to the south of the church from the Road of Kings and the brass band that has been respectfully waiting for an extended period began to play. This was a festival of the commoners and also the soldiers apparently. Each huge Region of the Guards dispatched guards of honors for Marshal O'Neil's wedding ceremony. The soldiers, dressed in conspicuous armor, stood on one side of the road, welcoming the hero of the nation with majestic music.
Love, this feeling could be that of inexplicable rage or a kind of elated fervor. Before the God of Light, every soul is another soul's god of love. The god of love calls on the soul of her believers to visit the hall of marriage to attain a union of the body and soul. However, O'Neil Andrew Morisette didn't believe in the promise of the god of love. He was in a daze and also a little terrified.
To the youngster who has endured through countless suffering, love was an illusion, like the candle flame before the statue of God. The sufferings that were a fusion of betrayal and blood has connected him closely to his clan members. This connection seized his soul like a lock, causing a deep transformation within him. The savage killings have heightened his understanding of nature. Deceptions and betrayal have strengthened his senses, expanded his imaginations, and bestowed upon him all sorts of sinister and ruthless qualities until this moment, when he concluded the marriage with the Princess, further strengthening and guaranteeing his identity and status.
So... what does all of these have to do with love? Oscar felt that this was easy to explain. He felt that he has never loved this woman who was about to become his wife. He was always passively receiving. The passionate love of youth was incompatible with the sleek sophistication of the old and wise. That encounter was as pointless as a spray past its prime, running into rotten fallen leaves. This more or less summed up O'Neil Andrew Morisette's current state. He admitted that he was flailing. Flailing in a futile love, a love that will never be.
His Majesty Alfa III and a few prominent nobles of the Empire thronged the entrance of the Dulin Scott Cathedral. Everywhere, guards and the guests who came for the wedding were partitioned behind the shields and spears.
Titan Empire's Brigadier General of the artillery soldier, Viscount Tove Van Sukhoi, opened the carriage door for the prince. His friend appeared quite frail. Torry was aware that the prince didn't have many friends and having the privilege of being the best man should be considered a rare honor.
The Emperor embraced his little son-in-law who just alighted the carriage. His Majesty III appeared to be in high spirits. He was dressed in an official ceremonial robe of the court. His large Emperor gown was studded with numerous precious stones and the crown on his head glittered with a dazzling brilliance as the Sun.
"Young man, you are a great hero! Why didn't you ride your horse?" the Emperor eyed his son-in-law dubiously.
"It's too conspicuous. I'd be like a moving statue!" Oscar replied simply. In actuality, he did not wish to let others see his brooding and absent-minded manner.
"Hehe! Hurry now!" the Emperor led the prince onto the steps. When little Oscar mounted the church's patio, the people caught sight of him and the whole earth seemed to erupt into ear-splitting cheers. Helpless, Oscar could only face the onlookers together with the exhilarated Alfa III. His Majesty III was waving his hand towards the crowd and Oscar grudgingly lifted his.
It was already packed to the brim inside the cathedral. The guests who had come from every sovereign nation in Westland rose when the huge doors flung open. They clapped while paying their respects to the ruler of Titan and the main character of the wedding ceremony. Following behind the Emperor and prince was the crowd of military officers and cabinet ministers. They had half-genuine smiles pasted on their faces. Their eyes seemed to be conveying messages that were worth pondering about among themselves.
The Emperor led the prince to a corner gate behind the altar. Now even the Imperial Household members who were seated at the front most row have risen from their seats. Oscar hurriedly returned their greetings but was immediately tugged away by His Majesty III.
"What's going on? Why are there more guards than guests attending the wedding ceremony?" the Emperor grabbed his son-in-law's arm in the tiny room.
Oscar shrugged, "the Secret Service reported a reliable piece of information to the Military Intelligence Bureau that someone would stir trouble during the wedding ceremony, which could possibly be an assassination. I mobilized the guards of the capital after consulting the opinion of Marshal Robin."
"I don't recall giving you the authority to mobilize the capital division." The Emperor frowned.
"I indeed don't have it, but the Military Intelligence Bureau has!" Oscar held his gaze with the Emperor, challenging him.
"Forget about it!" Alfa III finally gave up his questioning. In any case, he didn't want the wedding to go wrong.
The huge door that led from the tiny room into the lounge suddenly flew open. A few religious members came out respectfully and the last to emerge were the religious leader of Titan parish, Archbishop Karl Arnold and the Empress of the Empire, Rolyn Kate. There wasn't much resemblance between Archbishop Karl Arnold and his younger sister and only the bridge of his nose and supraorbital ridge showed a trace of inheritance. Alfa III exaggeratedly spread his arms wide open. Then kissed the archbishop on both sides of his cheeks with his lips.
"How do you do, messenger of God?"
"Very well Your Majesty!"
"What were you all talking about?" the Emperor asked while indicating his wife. Archbishop Karl Arnold also shot a glance at his sister but then averted his head, smiling.
"Your Majesty, we were reminiscing about the past, discussing the present and looking forward to the future."
"Wow..." an exclamation of awe escaped the Emperor, "this is really something!"
"Yes!" the Archbishop nodded. His golden hair was buried under the thick miter, both his eyes gleaming with an excited blaze.
Oscar could tell that the Emperor disliked this man.
"Your Imperial Highness Prince O'Neil!" Archbishop Karl Arnold whirled to face the youngster beside the Emperor, his gaze softening slightly. "Who would've thought that I will have to congratulate you on our first meeting!"
"Yes indeed! Thank you for hosting the wedding for me."
"Not at all, this is my honor! As a religious member, I will use my sincerest heart to bless the union of both you and Her Highness Princess Alanis."
Oscar remained silent and merely flashed a polite smile. Since the Emperor despised this man, there wasn't any need for him to get too intimate with him.
"Young lad, let me have a look at you!" Empress Rolyn Kate pulled the youngster to her side and looked the fortunate lad up and down."Heh heh, a fine young man indeed! Alanis has a good eye. I've been worried all this while that she'd marry the wrong man, but she has chosen the best husband for herself!"
"Yes!" the Emperor slunk up, "Alanis is all grown up and in my eyes, she's already a big girl! She will be a good wife and a good mother. We only need to offer up our heartfelt blessings to the children and that will be enough! There's absolutely nothing to worry about!"
"My apologies!" Viscount Sukhoi popped his head into the room, "Your Majesty, I apologize for interrupting, but it is almost time!"
"Oh!" Alfa III clapped his forehead, "I was almost muddled up by the past, present, and future! Young Oscar, let us begin!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Oscar assessed the archbishop's expression surreptitiously as he was saluting. As expected, Sir Karl Arnold who was just ridiculed by the Emperor was staring daggers at him. However, the Empress unexpectedly tugged at his sleeves.
Oscar hurriedly averted his gaze. He didn't know what the Empress' action implied, but it was definitely a something that overstepped a certain boundary.
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Church's year 798, 1st day of the 4th month, 12 noon. The copper bell of Dulin Scott Cathedral rang. After 12 strikes, the bell continued to ring. The sound of the distant, ancient bell spread outwards, carried by the warm spring breeze. Soon, the sound resounded throughout the whole of Dulin. With the ring of the bell, the crowds erupted into unprecedented cheers. They were sharing the happiness and joyous laughter blindly as if it was their relatives who were about to have their wedding in the church.
The guards, closely packed together, shoved at the crowds who ceaselessly overstepped the boundary, using shields and the hilt of their swords to keep the enthusiastic crowd at bay and frightening the shallow-minded citizens by shouting and scolding them.
The people in the church were getting impatient. Although being late was a privilege of ladies, this situation absolutely shouldn't occur with a bride. The guests from all over the world broke into a discussion to pass their time. They were all experienced politicians and diplomats and their words could compete to those of famous editorials. They have a perception that the so-called wedding of the century was none other than a stage for Titan Empire to display its power and diplomacy. The two main characters of the wedding have identities that were worth their attention, but their union couldn't change the political organization of Titan Empire. Ultimately, the union of the Morisette and Andrew Family was nothing more than a new arranged combination of the Imperial power towards the power of the land.
"You're nervous?" Torry whispered into his old mate's ear.
"Not at all!" Oscar turned away but still felt extremely uneasy.
"Come on, your hand is trembling like an epileptic patient!"
Oscar looked down; it was apparently so, "I'm just too bored!"
Torry shrugged, "that shows that you don't love her!"
"Say's who?" Oscar stubbornly refused to admit.
"You're joking! This is something that a man can tell! If you truly loved Alanis, you would even disregard the wedding and hurriedly coax her into bed!"
Oscar was about to retort but his eyes fell upon the women in the ranked seating. There were Sasha, Aeolia, Annie...
"Gosh, why did they come?" the young Prince fumed without reason.
Torry looked in that direction but only saw vile cabinet ministers. With the Cabinet Chancellor and Finance Minister at the head, Dulin City's old foxes, young foxes, rogues, prostitutes, onlookers, army ruffians, have all gathered together. They used dignified reasons to squeeze into the hall of the gods and used glamorous ceremonial attire adorned with gold and silver to conceal the filth and depravity of their bodies.
"You're referring to your woman?" Viscount Sukhoi shot an impatient look at the prince. "Mate, I have to remind you that you have made your choice! So wherever they go would be their freedom to do so. And if you flagrantly meddle, a certain someone will make life difficult for you!"
Oscar watched his women without uttering a word. However, he already heard the passionate cheering coming from outside the church. The person who would make life difficult for him has arrived!
The soldiers of the Guards protecting the church pulled open the huge doors and sunlight spilled in through the wide-open doors. The guests rose and stood to face the direction in which the bride has arrived. They have yet to make a sound as if they were building up the strength and emotions for cheering. At last, a group of ladies dressed in white formal dresses, with sunflowers and hyacinths clasped in their hands, glided into view. They were the angelic procession who went ahead of the bride.
The bride has emerged! The community of nobles was dumbstruck for a few seconds before an earth-shaking cheer resounded throughout the heavens! With flowers flying everywhere and under the earnest sound of blessings being called out, Alanis Alfa Morisette broke into a blessed smile.
For just a split second, O'Neil Andrew Morisette admitted that he was captivated. His bride was clothed in a pure, dazzling white wedding gown. The rose lace was like three-dimensional sculptures set into every inch of the wedding dress. 628 pearls and 1234 diamonds made up for the bland purity. These precious stones emitted a dazzling splendor on the dress, making it appear like a magnificent palace when it moved.
Alanis' hair was made up in a style exclusive for brides. She had on a little crown that was intricately made of diamonds and silver. Behind the bride was a train that reached a length of 46 meters with innumerable flowers already scattered all over it.
Everyone had on a grin, apparently, only the bride's expression was taut.
The Emperor took the hand that his daughter extended and the father then passed the hand over to his son-in-law to be, not forgetting to give the young prince a pat on the shoulder.
"Young man, don't be nervous! Everyone has endured this!"
The Emperor's words stimulated roars of laughter from the guests and even Oscar's lips parted in a rare response. Why did everyone believe that he was overly anxious? Oscar was aware he was not nervous in the slightest. He was only screaming for sincerity and yearning for the integration of willpower and reason under the overflowing love from the heavens. However, up until that very moment, when the warm, distinct hands of his wife reached his consciousness, he discovered with a start that the so-called love was merely a mirror. The mirror connected people and also connected people to all living things. This mirror will only convey one type of message, which was to inform one of how hideous their true selves were!
"Before the gods, a person's heart wields joy and suffering. Love is the greatest language the gods have created and it is synonymous with the gods. Before love, joy and suffering become a meaningful long-winded poem that accompanies lovers to the ends of time!"
Archbishop Karl Arnold recited those words while sprinkling holy water that represented the oath onto the newlyweds.
"O'Neil Andrew Morisette, do you love Alanis Alfa Morisette? Are you willing to take her as your wife, and protect her with the most sincere oath of your life? Be it in age, sickness or death, regardless of the dangers in the way!"
"I do!"
"Alanis Alfa Morisette, do you love this man who has pledged to protect you? Even if becoming his wife would cause you to experience the suffering of birth and the torments of poverty and sickness?"
"I do!"
"Then I announce, with the gods as the witness of your oath of alliance, you are now husband and wife!"
Oscar hugged his stunning wife fiercely and quickly found his wife's lips beneath the veil.
Archbishop Karl Arnold moved closer a little awkwardly.
"Please, my Imperial Highness Prince, you haven't exchanged your rings!"
The huge doors of the Dulin Scott Cathedral banged open and the joyous crowd surged forwards. If it weren't for the Princess' train having wasted so much time when she turned around, the people definitely could have seen the newlyweds who just completed the ceremony earlier.
Oscar's smile was so calm that it made the people's hair stand on end. He pulled his wife to him while the crowd flocked him. The people were like ants that just left their nests, recklessly surging forwards, painstakingly advancing through the sea of flowers and flying ribbons.
The soldiers of the guards finally managed to separate the elated nobles from the worsening commoner area. According to the custom in weddings, the young noble ladies could fight over the garland in the bride's hands, which was a symbol of blessing and luck.
Alanis blushed a deep red. She sneaked a glance at her husband, then exchanged furtive glances with her companions in the crowd.
"Give it to me!""Your Highness Princess, over here!""Niz, give the garland to me!"
The enthusiastic young ladies were like little chicks waiting to be fed, extending their necks and producing waves of high-pitched screams. At last, after weighing it for a good while, Alanis suddenly tossed the garland. The garland that was woven by olive branches and violet jasmines immediately flew into the air. The sun imprinted a golden strand onto the garland. The shadow and radiance reflected by the garland captivated the people.
The garland fell gradually, bringing with it the blessings of the bride. However, what did Oscar catch sight of among the joyous crowd? The young Marshal swiftly took hold of his beautiful wife, putting his chest before the pitch-black muzzle of a cannon!
A boom that sounded like an explosion rang out. The powerful wave scattered the falling garland into pieces. The branches and leaves of olives and jasmine petals dispersed in every direction. The group of young ladies let out startled shrieks that were enough to rupture one's eardrums. Just when the people were still dumbstruck, the groom, who was in the bride's embrace, covered his chest and gradually collapsed, limp.
"No!" Alanis let out a heart-wrenching wail. Her world seemed to have fallen apart. Her wedding dress was stained with drops of blood and the man she deeply loved was completely still, his eyes closed.
"A mini hand cannon! A mini hand cannon!" Torry bellowed and leaped forwards. When he drew out his sword, the group of young ladies immediately scattered!
"Where's the assassin? Who saw him?" Dortmund led the Narcissus officers and guarded the front of the Emperor. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead.
The wails of the people and roars from the soldiers of the Guards rang out simultaneously. The crowd who attempted to flee the scene was met by weapons and shields that surged towards them. The disoriented people started to trample over one another. The young ladies who were scared stiff by the thunder-like crack of the cannon and the sight of fresh blood started to wail and scream like mad.
The soldiers of the Guards arranged themselves into a tight formation around their Marshal who had collapsed onto the ground. They retreated step by step into the church and as one, closed the huge doors. The rowdy crowd was isolated outside, the hellish outdoors. The Emperor's bellow of rage suddenly sounded in the cathedral that was filled with sounds of criticism and all sorts of yelling.
"Who saw the assassin? Who saw the assassin?"
"Your Majesty, I only caught sight of the assassin being a girl! But she vanished into the crowd at once!"
The Emperor stared fixedly at the officer dressed as one of the guards, "you're saying the assassin escaped?"
No one dared answer the Emperor's question and only the sobs of the women could be heard in the silent cathedral.
Looking at the unconscious Oscar, and then his daughter who had fainted in the Empress' arms, Alfa III's eyes glistened with a terrifying ferocity.
"Seal off the city district! Seal off the transportations! Mobilize all the units surrounding the capital, the patrolling soldiers of the Ministry of Justice, the secret agents under secret service system! Find the assassin! Thresh out anyone suspicious! Bring out all who futilely resist and violate the Empire!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" numerous soldiers in the cathedral responded to the Emperor's order in unison. However, they all knew that it wouldn't be easy finding an assassin hiding among the crowd. Year 798, 1st day of the 4th month was destined to be the most chaotic day in history, but as soldiers, there were certain things that they must do!
"Your Majesty!"
"What?" Alfa III twisted his head around in annoyance.
"I'm a doctor, His Highness Prince isn't dead yet!"
The Emperor grabbed the man by the collars violently, "then what are you doing standing there for?"
Percy was dragged by the Emperor to stand before the prince. Everyone had gazes filled with awe trained on him and this was probably sufficient for the former Poison Doctor to feel a wave of pride.
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Flames were flickering in Dulin City. The huge group of knights leaped over the bonfire that was separating the blocks and vanished into the completely deserted streets. After a while, panicked screams came from the houses in that direction. The flames went from the south to north and from the east to the west. The blood-red rays of light enveloped the greatest city of Westland all the while.
The people in the city were all praying, praying for this day to end quickly. Some pleaded with the gods to protect the life of the young hero, while some hoped for O'Neil Andrew Morisette to finally be laid in his coffin. Some slipped onto the streets and tried to take advantage of the crisis for their own personal gain and some were shot by the soldiers of the Guards who were unable to distinguish between friend or foe.
The suffering of the citizens was apparently boundless, but to their satisfaction, they saw that the fierce knights also barged into the homes of the nobles. The masters of every day could only stand aside in rage when being confronted with the search warrant signed by the Emperor. With the roughness of a scoundrel, the soldiers turned over their residence and belongings.
The stream of people who have gathered outside the main hall of Hamilton Palace were those of the exceptionally astute. They held the flag signal as they kept watch over His Highness Prince that night, who lost consciousness due to his grave injury and were making inquiries about the authenticity of the Imperial Household's fake actions. These clever "Neutral factions" exchanged ideas and their topics were centered on one, which was, who would dare at this time conspire to assassinate O'Neil Andrew Morisette, who has accumulated honor and power?
"It's the Deiss! I bet ten thousand Golden Tis that it's the Deiss who did it!" the Finance Minister, Almodovar Godzilla cried out loud in the huge living room outside the Emperor's quarter. Don't tell me no one noticed the Deiss envoy's queer expression after he witnessed the assassination incident at noon? They are definitely taking revenge!"
"You don't have proof!" Marshal Robin snorted derisively.
"Could it be the Rielese?" a cabinet minister joined the discussion.
"That's a wild guess!" another cabinet minister replied his colleague's question.
"Then it's the Farans!"
"Give me a break!" Duke Andrew stood up impatiently. The Empire's best surgeon is rescuing his son in the Emperor's bedroom and he didn't have the time to talk nonsense with these fools.
"I say, respected men, why can't the person who attempted to assassinate the prince be one from among you?" Dortmund raked his gaze over the ferocious demons of the capital circle in irritation.
"Could it be that you all think yourselves as not the slightest bit suspicious?" Duke Andrew glared at them. The Sea Creature hung his head, Old Kachev obscured his face with the teacup while the other respected men eyed the Narcissus Commander-in-chief's hand that was placed over the hilt of his sword, not daring to utter a sword. Only the Military Affairs Chancellor, Marshal Alan responded with a smile.
"Dortmund, calm down! I understand your feelings, but your deduction is unfair! The people seated here are the outstanding ministers who have strived their hardest for the Empire. You can't just slander them!"
"Hmph!" Duke Andrew brushed aside the lean hand that Alan placed upon his shoulder. The Narcissus commander sat in the corner, sulking.
"Viscount Sukhoi, have you ever encountered an assassin who uses a mini hand cannon?" Alan suddenly swiveled around to face the Brigadier General of the artillery soldiers who stood in a corner of the living room.
"I didn't get a clear look!" Torry replied promptly, but his senses were instantly on high alert. "Wait! Hold it! Sir, be a little clearer in your words! What are you suspecting?"
Alan strode over while the other respected men started to crowd around the Sukhoi Family's firearm, whispering fervently.
"Sir Viscount, I merely wish to ask you your opinion regarding that firearm and judge the matter as it stands, nothing more!"
"There's nothing that can be said! I have absolutely never seen a mini hand cannon of that model. That isn't a product of us Sukhois!"
"But didn't you say you didn't get a clear look at it? How would you know it isn't one of your precious products?"
Torry finally lost his patience! He rolled up the sleeves of his uniform like a hoodlum.
"Old man, are not yet satisfied with bullying our family? Do you think you don't have to fight just because you're old?"
"Brigadier General Tove Van Sukhoi!" Marshal Robin suddenly wedged himself between the young man and Silver Fox Alan, "is this an attitude you show towards a Marshal? Get lost and come back again when you're sober!"
"Yes, sir!" Torry hurriedly saluted his former tutor, then left the huge living room without a backward glance. He wasn't foolish. Even if Alan were to pick a fight with him, he wasn't his opponent.
Unable to make a fuss about the matter, Alan acted unconcerned. He once again resumed his seat and took up a transparent teacup.
Practically brushing past Viscount Tove Van Sukhoi, Count Rudolf Hoss burst into the room with a gloomy face, his hand carrying a kraft paper bag that was emitting a potent stench.
The appearance of the head of Secret Service immediately aroused the attention of the military men and ministers. They left their seats and flocked him.
"Where's His Majesty?" the great Head of the Secret Service spun towards Marshal Alan.
"Still inside. Before ascertaining that His Highness Prince's life is out of danger, he will definitely not come out!" Alan's tone revealed a hint of jealousy. "What's up? You caught the person?"
"No!" Rudolf Hoss shook his head exasperatedly, "the murder weapon has been found! Someone saw a suspicious person duck into a toilet of an apartment building after the incident. My men found it in the toilet bowl!"
With a start, the respected men dispersed at once. However, they sized up the murder weapon that the head of Secret Service presented with curiosity.
"Has anyone seen such a mini hand cannon?" Rudolf queried with embarrassment. He was the officer of the Secret Service's overall operations. He should know these kinds of things, but at that moment, he completely had no idea at all.
"Let me see!" Torry popped out again from who knows where. The crowd of cabinet ministers, seeing that it was the son of the First Corps' Firearms Family, all opened up a path for him.
Without caring about the stench that the mini hand cannon was emitting, Torry carefully inspected the unique model of the murder weapon. After inspecting for a good while, he finally shook his head.
"This isn't a standard product, it's too crude! The workmanship is the Hoillands' while the casting is the Faran's! This toy is put together by a few blacksmiths!"
"Hold on, let me have a look!" the Commanding Officer of the Guard's Eighth Region, Vangol Abberning Hagrid shoved through the crowd and emerged. Torry passed over the mini hand cannon and General Vangol took it carefully.
"If I'm not mistaken, this is one of those things forged personally by the southern rebels! My suppressive army has confiscated such a mini hand cannon before."
"This thing is already widely used?" Alan's eyes widened.
"No!" Vangol shook his head, "the rebels are unable to attain gunpowder and ore. They acquired it at a high price from the Faran and Hoilland's weapons and ammunition traffickers!"
Alan shook his head, "then we cannot just limit our targets to the southern rebels. This is because since this thing is on the market, anyone with money will be able to buy it."
"Not necessarily!" General Vangol shook his head, "Faran and Hoilland are putting great effort in combating arms trafficking, particularly firearms. There aren't many firearms to begin with and those able to make their way into the black market are only these few!"
"Probably!" Count Rudolf Hoss nodded, "I agree with General Vangol's view. It seems that I need to teach those arms smugglers who frequently roam the Empire's inland, a good lesson!"
"Do you need help from my side?" Deputy Chief of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Lieutenant General Tivoli Hadley at that moment sidled over to the group.
Rudolf Hoss spared him a glance, "forget about it Wolly! It's best if you calm the secret agents under your care and the Military Intelligence special agents down a little. I saw them searching a group of children not taller than tables when I was returning to Hamilton Palace!"
Tivoli Hadley shrugged, "what can I do? Our Sir Chief of Bureau suffered such an ordeal after taking office for only four days. This is equivalent to peeing over the doorstep of the Military Intelligence Bureau! My subordinates will naturally be infuriated! Don't tell me you expect my men to let it pass?"
Rudolf was about to say something, but he noticed that the Emperor's huge bedroom doors were slowly creaking open.
Dortmund was the first one at the door but realized that it was merely the weary and frail Alfa III. Osli Alfa Morisette closed the huge doors and leaned against the door, gasping for breath.
"How... How is my son?"
The Emperor shot a disdainfully look at Duke Andrew. He couldn't tell whether the man hoped for his son's end or for his son to still be alive.
"The doctor is still rescuing him. I only came out to see if there were any developments in the matter!" Alfa III said while eyeing the important figures in the room, "What? No one wants to explain it to me?"
Lieutenant General Tivoli Hadley smiled slightly. He then unobtrusively made an "inviting" gesture to Count Rudolf Hoss of the Secret Service.
Rudolf spat quietly, but could only step out grudgingly.
"Your Majesty, we have found the murder weapon. The assassin is still being tracked down. Based on the first impression, we believe..."
"Enough!" the Emperor shouted not too loudly, "the culprit hasn't even been caught. What can you determine? Do you think I'm an idiot?"
The head of the Secret Service withdrew a few steps. The Emperor's outburst and the saliva that suddenly flew his way startled him!
Alfa III lifted the Emperor's scepter in his hand abruptly and swept this symbol of supreme authority over everyone in the room.
"Do not question my determination of looking into this matter to the end! My son-in-law is bleeding, my daughter is weeping. I'll have to cut the enemy up into tiny pieces before I can cancel out my debt! The enemies of the nation better start praying that they're not discovered by me and that their identities remain unknown!"
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The Military Intelligence building was brightly lit. Every member has arrived at their post and every official capital operative has taken onto the streets. Everyone was like headless houseflies, disordered and confused! Compared to the clueless men who could only verify things by comparing the map and intelligence, things were far easier for Baron Messier De Quixote. On his left, he had Westland's King of Assassins refilling his teacup while on his right was the former assassin of the Imperial Household rummaging through the files.
"Okay Mes, stop making us guess! Who is this girl?" Paul leaned in closer to the chair impatiently.
The head of the Military Intelligence Analysis Division suddenly put down his teacup, "Shaw, hold on, it's this one!"
Shaw Shorenstein took out a thick file from a tattered canvas bag, "this one?"
"Yes, that's right! Hurry, give it to me!" Messier rubbed his hands together in glee. "That's it! Haha!"
Paul snatched away the file and placed the cover page of the document beneath the light.
"Military Intelligence Secret Zero File! What is this?"
Messier snatched the file back, "don't both of you want to know which little whore assassinated His Majesty Prince? It's her! Zero!"
"Who's a whore?" the cold voice of a girl suddenly traveled out in the room.
Paul's dagger and Black Devil's short sword were drawn simultaneously in a flash, stirring up a powerful gust of wind in the room! Practically in a blink of an eye, the whipping of the wind died down. The dagger and short sword were lodged in the woman's throat and chest!
The woman smirked. Each of the mini hand cannons in her hand was already aimed at the heads of both the top-notch assassins, "will you like to test whether your blades are faster than a hand cannon? Or will you admit defeat?"
Although the mini hand cannon wasn't aimed at him, Messier still dare not move. His forehead was already covered in beads of sweat. The flame on the candleholder was flickering and the face of the woman slowly came into view under the light.
It was a stunning and compact face with distinct features and a lovely forehead! However, these exquisite features should not belong to Westland's swiftest, highly precise marksman!
Military Intelligence Secret Zero Files! Monia Amerson, birthdate unknown, parents unknown. Church's year 789, Drunboehms Orphanage selected her to join the Guard's 8431st Special Combat Brigade to receive military and combat training. Church's year 794, officially joined the battle sequence with the rank of First Lieutenant.
First Lieutenant Monia Amerson was the first female officer to be officially initiated in the history of the Guards. Personally recommended by the Commander of the Guards, also the Empire's Military Affairs Chancellor, Marshal Van Hewitt Alan; Monia Amerson, codenamed "Zero"!
