Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire
Chapter 65: 9 Sword Grandmasters

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: 9 Sword Grandmasters

When the girl, whose demeanor was elegant and noble, surpassing even that of a Royal Princess, stepped down from the Earth Dragon Cart, the numerous Nobles gathered at the Duke Mansion to witness the ceremony couldn’t help but fall silent.

On one hand, they were in awe of this girl with the High Elf bloodline—her tall and graceful figure made most other women feel inferior before her, and ordinary men could only look up to her in her presence.

On the other hand, what shocked most of the Nobles was the conduct of this girl from the Duke Family, which seemed excessively rude at the moment.

Her beautiful long hair of dazzling silver had no adornments or styling, simply allowed to fall naturally to her waist, so plain it seemed almost like some sort of obscure, no, blatant insult.

The most speechless, leaving one unsure how to comment, was the fact that she was holding a golden cat in her arms.

Even though the cat was very cute, with quite a few of the noble ladies accompanying the guests showing slight waves in their eyes, in such a setting and position, the cat should not have appeared in the embrace of a bride.

In the eyes of many Nobles from within the Kingdom, the wedding had already failed in various aspects before it had even begun, and it was a failure difficult to remedy.

Thus, many naturally turned their attention to the other main figure of this ceremony, curious to see how the Duke’s son would handle such an awkward situation.

However, the reaction from the only son of a Legend was completely baffling to the attending Nobles from the Kingdom—a smile full of delightful surprise, radiantly from the heart.

"Noah, you really came!"

The tall and burly young man walked swiftly to his bride, his face losing all reserve, with no sign of displeasure.

Any Noble present, unless blind, could see that this fellow, lacking in much of a noble demeanor and even failing to adhere to noble etiquette, was genuinely happy. Standing in the right spot, one could peer through his wide grin to see the deepest molars in his mouth.

Next, an even more speechless scene unfolded. The young man, whose height looked extremely well-matched with the girl, instead of taking his bride’s arm, reached out to snatch the cat from her embrace.

"Hold your bride properly!"

Noah leaped from the girl’s embrace, avoiding the young man’s hand, directly landing on his shoulder, nonchalantly sitting there under everyone’s gaze,

"Today I’ll give you some face, don’t be ungrateful!"

"Why can’t I hold you?"

Tidel muttered in a low voice, jealousy seeping through his words, causing the originally cool and aloof girl to be a bit taken aback,

"I’m obviously closer with you!"

"Hold your bride’s hand, look at your family’s master of ceremonies, do you want to make the old man faint from anger?"

Noah patted the young man’s cheek with a paw, turning his head back to remind him to mind the occasion.

"This isn’t fair!"

The young man, although he held the girl’s hand obediently, still whispered in discontent, while the girl beside him tried hard to keep her lips pressed together but couldn’t suppress the upturn of her mouth corners.

"If you call again, I’m leaving."

Under Noah’s threat, the young man finally calmed down, and the Nobles attending had also finally started to understand.

Looking at the golden cat moving back and forth on the two highly esteemed newlyweds, and then at the relaxed Augustus family members, even though the master of ceremonies in charge of the ceremony looked devastated, there were no attempts to stop anything.

At this point, recalling news related to Augustus, any reasonably minded person could guess the identity of this golden cat.

So, many Nobles’ gazes changed slightly, many eyes heatedly fixating on this seemingly petite golden cat.

However, to their disappointment, when the wedding proceeded to the freely mingling banquet phase, the golden cat, who had just been the focus of the entire venue, suddenly disappeared without a trace, immune to any search attempts.

"Noah, you ran off too fast!"

The radiance of stars and moon spilled over the quiet flower bed, the little fairies who had worked hard all day now fast asleep in their greenhouses, yet someone showed no sympathy or understanding for these adorable little spirits, breaking the sanctuary of the garden with a newlywed wife in tow.

"Don’t you think you’re faster?"

The Golden Dragon poked its head out from the Dragon Nest, looking at the fellow who wouldn’t sleep even in the middle of the night, casting a glance at the girl beside him radiating silver brilliance in her eyes, speaking slowly.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Experienced and seasoned, the young man immediately caught on to the Golden Dragon’s implication, expressing his mild annoyance. The girl Edith beside him didn’t quite grasp what was going on,

"I came to demand fairness."

The young man spoke with conviction, still lingering over the events of the day.

"If you seek fairness, go find the God of Justice, why approach me?"

Noah felt it was utterly bewildering.

"Noah!"

"Are these little Flower Spirits your Favored?"

The girl, cool and aloof in temperament, stood among the flowers, gazing at the flower garden stretching beyond sight under the moonlight, feeling an innate sense of satisfaction and delight, unable to resist asking.

"You could say so, do you like them?"

"My childhood dream was to have a garden of my own."

"That can be easily achieved. Let this guy build one for you, I can have the Little Fairies take care of it for you."

"That was just a childhood thought."

The girl gently exhaled and shook her head.

"And now?"

Tidel asked subconsciously.

"To become a Nine Swords Master and ascend to Legend!"

Edith responded without hesitation.

"Tidel, you indeed scored an unexpected treasure."

Noah remarked with genuine admiration, in the memory of the Golden Dragon, there was a description of a Nine Swords Master: a ferocious and somewhat overpowered occupation, simply put, a Mage skilled in close combat.

In the school of thought belonging to one of the Nine Swords, Steel Soul, once transcended to Legend, it can halt time for an offensive. Even Legendary Mages would marvel at it.

"I..."

Tidel just began to speak when a slight tremor was felt beneath his feet. All eyes instinctively turned towards the source of the tremor, as it was too evident.

Under the cover of night, where the end between heaven and earth blurred, from the direction where the Sun rises, a scarlet flame illuminated the night sky, as if a new Sun was rising from beneath the earth.

"Volcanic eruption?"

Tidel’s body tensed in an instant. Although it appeared to be a natural phenomenon, two years of adventuring had made him sense a certain danger amidst the sky-soaring flames, filling him with unease.

Noah looked towards the increasingly bright eastern night sky, the dragon eyes narrowing slightly,

"I recall the only volcano in that position is at the entrance leading to the Dark Territory underground."