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Chapter 134: The day of the Marriage of Drayken and Synthia!

Chapter 134: The day of the Marriage of Drayken and Synthia!

"Eh!?" Drayken’s loud, stunned voice reverberated through the library.

"You brat, did you forget your own wedding day?" The old man’s brows twitched. "Do you need a good beating to knock some sense into you?"

"Of course I didn’t." Drayken rose from the study table, several books toppled off it from the slightest movement.

"I was just about to get ready."

"Then get ready!" the old man roared, spit flying through the air, his voice almost a terrifying growl.

"If you disappoint my granddaughter, I’ll end you, chosen one or not!"

"Yes!" Drayken immediately straightened, back stiff, almost saluting on the spot.

He had been so focused on spells over the past week that time had become a blurry mess.

Without wasting another moment, he rushed out, shifting into his majestic dragon form before soaring into the skies.

The old man watched Drayken’s departing figure with narrowed eyes.

"I hope there won’t be any trouble," he muttered. "Or I’ll have to come out of seclusion myself."

***

Drayken soared through the skies, his gaze sweeping over the grand celebration unfolding below, an occasion of joy for every dragonkin.

Smiles lit up the faces of all who took part. Every corner was illuminated, vibrant with festivity, and even the servants moved with tireless dedication, as if it were their own daughter getting married, not just the princess.

"I gotta say, the dragons have a unity that humans will likely never achieve," Drayken sighed, a trace of pity in his voice.

As he flew ahead, other dragons took to the skies as well, bowing in respect the moment they saw him.

Drayken returned the gesture with a solemn nod of his majestic dragon head.

Soon, Drayken landed at his residence and was greeted almost immediately by his dragon maids.

The twin sisters welcomed him with bright smiles, their excitement practically written across their faces.

"Why are you two so excited? Is this your wedding or something?" Drayken asked with curiosity.

"No, young maste- young lord," Rin corrected herself with a giggle. "Today is a momentous occasion. The future Dragon King has finally been decided. It’s a celebration for the entire dragon race." A mysterious glint sparkled in her eyes as she looked at him.

"Who is it?" Drayken asked, making a completely clueless expression.

Hearing that, both Rin and Lin pouted in unison. Obviously, he was the one who would become the Dragon King, yet here he was, acting as if he had no idea.

Drayken chuckled inwardly.

Watching the two maids so full of joy was more amusing to him than anything else and they were cute, too. The fact that they were twins only added to their charm.

"It’s you," Lin squeaked softly.

Drayken raised an eyebrow. It was the first time he had heard her speak; she was usually too shy, leaving most of the talking to Rin.

"Time is passing quickly, young lord. We should get you dressed," Rin said hastily, glancing at the clock.

"Alright." Drayken nodded. He didn’t want to keep his bride waiting.

Without further delay, he entered his residence and began getting dressed.

With the help of his two maids, it only took a moment for Drayken to be fully dressed.

He wore golden robes adorned with an intricate dragon pattern embroidered across the fabric.

His long sleeves fluttered in the breeze, and his broad wings stretched high, adding to his imposing presence.

His crimson hair flowed freely behind him, only in his lightning form would it spike up and turn pure white.

Even his tails exuded majesty.

He truly looked like royalty among dragons.

Drayken examined himself in the mirror and gave a small nod of approval.

Behind him, the twin maids blushed, a pink tint spreading across their cheeks as they gazed at him with shy admiration.

"Young lord, you look... handsome," Rin said softly, almost shy herself.

"Really?" Drayken asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah," she said, rolling her eyes—it was stating the obvious.

"Haha, then let’s go," Drayken chuckled. Just as he was about to step out, a knock sounded at the door.

"Who is it?"

"It’s me, Conrad. I’m here to guide you to the ceremony."

"Oh?" Drayken raised his brows, then walked over and opened the door to find Conrad standing outside.

It was the same guard who had once led him to the Dragon King’s throne room and spoken to him about the Dragon God.

But unlike before, there was no trace of arrogance in his expression. Instead, his face was calm: indifferent, neither flattering nor hostile.

"Hello," Drayken greeted with a smile.

"Hello, young lord," Conrad replied with a bow, raising his silver sword respectfully.

"Please follow me, young lord."

"Okay," Drayken said, then turned to the two maids.

"Can they come with me?"

"Yes," Conrad replied without hesitation. "In fact, you’ll need them."

Soon after, Drayken and his two maids stepped outside, following Conrad’s lead.

The moment he emerged, a grand red carpet stretched out before him, extending farther than his eyes could see.

On either side of the carpet, dragonfolk stood in neat rows, joyfully tossing flower petals along his path, their faces glowing with pride and happiness.

The instant Drayken appeared, cheers erupted across the crowd. Cries of celebration rang out, and some dragons even shed tears of joy.

With measured steps, Drayken walked forward along the red carpet.

Under Conrad’s guidance, Drayken soon reached a gigantic platform suspended in the air, a floating island!

Though it was far away, everything was visible with perfect clarity in his yes

His bride stood waiting, a veil concealing her face, but the cute pout she wore was unmistakable to him.

Conrad took to the sky, transforming into his dragon form.

Drayken followed suit, shifting into his own majestic dragon shape, swiftly landing on the island before shifting back into human form. The two dragon maids quietly followed behind, turning into pink and blue scaled dragons.

"Woah."

"Ahhh!"

Countless dragons already hovered in the skies above, their roars of excitement shaking the very air, making the skies tremble beneath their might.

The dragon people shouted with excitement, their voices rising in a roaring chorus.

The entire dragon race was caught in a moment of uproar.

Drayken watched it all with a quiet sigh. He climbed the platform with a regal demeanor and faced his pouting bride.

Between them stood an old dragon dressed in a black ceremonial robe, wearing glasses and holding a book in his hands.

He gave Drayken a respectful nod, which Drayken returned in kind.

Then the old dragon nodded toward Synthia, and she nodded back.

"The ceremony shall commence."

The moment the words left the old dragon’s mouth, a hush fell over the crowd. Though countless massive dragons still filled the skies, complete silence lingered in the air.

The dragons on the ground were just as silent, completely still in the sacred moment.

In this profound stillness, the old dragon began to chant ancient mantras:

"By flame and fang, by scale and sky,

We call upon thee, O Dragon God, to witness this bond.

Two hearts, once apart, now beat as one—

As the twin stars circle the same sun."

He pointed toward the couple.

Drayken, having been taught the ritual already, extended his long, majestic tails forward.

Synthia mirrored him, gracefully extending her beautiful blue dragon tails.

Just then...