The youth standing before her was tall and slender, dressed in well-fitting and exquisite attire.
Beneath his jet-black tousled hair was a face that, while less sharply angled, possessed a softness and beauty reminiscent of the Elf Clan.
He stood there under the deep, dark night sky, with the grand hall that held the collective hustle and bustle of the entire Empire Capital behind him.
Enola gently placed her hand in Shiayar's palm and stepped down from the carriage, her heels clicking.
White-clad attendants pushed the great doors open.
Then, together, they entered the glittering, clamorous splendor.
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"Not only the theocratic kingdom, even the Princes' Alliance and Knowledge City have sent delegations... The Borgia family's move this time is indeed significant."
"Who's to say otherwise? But in my opinion, it's still the theocratic kingdom that has made the most significant move; they've even sent a bishop to observe the ceremony."
