Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1243 Group Wedding
This magical appearance immediately caused cheers from the wedding guests. They first shouted in surprise, and then quickly clapped in time with the rhythmic spark explosions until the explosions completely stopped, and until four pairs of newlyweds appeared on the red carpet between the benches on both sides.

It's finally here... Travel writer Monica stopped discussing with Alesu the plots of the novels that were somewhat familiar to her. In the slowly dissipating smoke, her eyes quickly swept over the eight men and women who were about to get married today, and she was surprised to find that she knew most of them.

Closest to her and also closest to the altar were the young private detective Sherlock, who had made the "inhuman behavior" judgment in the church mural theft case the day before, and his female assistant Irene.

In stark contrast to his usual unkempt appearance, Sherlock's thick beard on his chin and lips, which made his face look too mature, had been carefully shaved off, leaving only a light layer of evenly distributed dark stubble, which made his youthful facial features more distinct. He still wore his iconic plain glasses on his nose, but the frames had been replaced with a more refined gold-rimmed style. His windbreaker was replaced by a well-cut white wing-collar shirt and a silver jacquard vest. A gold watch chain swung from the collar to the left breast pocket, and he wore brown trousers and black leather shoes that half exposed his ankles.

Standing next to him was the female assistant who always liked to bicker with him on weekdays, but once she got into work mode, she immediately showed amazing concentration and tacit understanding. Irene's thin body, which was always hidden under the loose daily dress, was now gently wrapped in a holy and flawless wedding dress. The wedding dress chose a simple and elegant long skirt design, dotted with fine lace and scattered pearls. Her soft black long hair was tied up and fixed behind her head, covered with a hazy translucent veil, and the edge was also outlined with lace. Her slender hands were wearing white short lace gloves. Her right hand gently lifted the front of the wedding dress for walking, while her left hand was placed in Sherlock's broad palm, with her fingertips slightly curled, showing complete trust and entrustment.

The assistant who kicked me and other bystanders out to protect the scene actually has such a feminine side... Monica noticed that Irene's round face with a few freckles on both sides of her nose was flushed with excitement and happiness, and she couldn't help but utter a heartfelt admiration in her heart.

Under the gaze of everyone, Sherlock and Irene looked at each other affectionately, came to the altar under the holy emblem of "The Fool", and gave the red carpet to another newlywed couple behind them.

Monica also knew them both. Also standing on the left was Klein, a young employee of the Antiquities Conservation Company whose professional ability she had doubted in her heart. He was wearing a classic black tuxedo, which was well-cut and made him look tall and straight. His collar revealed a white shirt and a delicate gold chain, with a beautifully cut amethyst pendant hanging from the end. His short black hair was meticulously groomed, and his expression was solemn. He was holding the arm of Angel, a female colleague who had joined the company with him, was of similar age and was almost the same height as him today.

The latter's eye-catching light golden hair was not tied up, but was softly draped down to her waist, shining like silk in the sunlight shining through the stained glass window. Her purple eyes were slightly drooping, and between her plump breasts, a delicate silver chain hung a small maple leaf pendant, which was swaying gently with her subtle breathing. Her face, with extremely delicate features and flawless white and delicate skin, now had a faint but hard-to-ignore blush, as if she was still not used to being the focus of everyone's attention.

The champagne gold fishtail wedding dress that Angel was wearing fit her upper body tightly, perfectly showing off her slender waist and plump chest curve. The hem of the skirt spread out like a flower from the knees. The short front and long back design cleverly revealed her slender and well-proportioned calves and ankles with graceful lines. The perfect proportions made Monica, who was also a woman, jealous.

She was actually wearing flat wedding shoes... Hmm, look at the black leather shoes on Mr. Klein's feet. The heels seem to be thicker than ordinary men's leather shoes. It seems that he must have insoles. When I saw him at the door of the company yesterday, he was definitely not as tall as he is now... Monica quietly evaluated the height difference of the newlyweds in her heart, and her eyes lingered on them briefly until they took their first steps, slowly moving forward under the eager gazes of the guests, especially the local unmarried young men, which were mixed with surprise and envy, and finally stood side by side with Sherlock and Irene.

It seems that Miss Angel is very popular in Yharnam City... Monica, a former romance novelist, subconsciously looked around at the reactions of the guests, and then turned her attention back to the entrance of the red carpet, looking at the third couple participating in the group wedding.

There is no doubt that these two are also her "acquaintances".

Compared with the first two pairs of newlyweds who were of similar age and well matched, the third pair of newlyweds had a particularly huge gap in age and body shape. No wonder Monica subconsciously thought of them as father and daughter rather than a couple when she first saw them.

Mr. Dawn, who has a dark complexion and is over 1.8 meters tall, has thick black hair with many conspicuous silver strands, which is neatly combed back to reveal a broad and full forehead. The charcoal gray double-breasted suit highlights his calm, elegant, and mature masculine charm. His blue eyes are as calm as lake water, but reveal a hint of uncontrollable excitement and joy.

Accompanying him was Miss Christine, who was petite in comparison and looked like a young adult. She wore an ivory wedding dress with a long train, and the dress was decorated with intricate and delicate handmade lace. The lace collar of the wedding dress gracefully supported her beautiful face that was almost not of this world, and her skin was white and transparent, like the finest jade. The most eye-catching thing was the huge, rich and full ruby ​​pendant on her chest. The dazzling brilliance of the gold pound attracted everyone's attention even more than her fair and delicate skin.

Whenever I see them, I always feel like I believe in love again… Monica, who had lost faith in equal and wonderful love early on because of her family’s belief in the “Lord of Storms” but regained her faith after converting to the “Goddess of Night,” muttered and silently offered her blessings to this couple with a huge age gap.

Although Dawn and Christine had only been in Yharnam for a short time, they generously donated a fairly large hospital and bought a number of idle properties, which made the locals feel very good about them. Therefore, their arrival aroused warm applause.

Monica, who had only been here for a few days but had already completely integrated into the group, also applauded, and then turned her attention to the last couple.

Then she froze.

The man standing on the left had a thin face with sharp edges and corners. His thick black hair was not deliberately groomed, but was casually combed to one side. He wore a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his eyes looked cold. He was wearing a gray windbreaker that was out of place at this time. Under the open collar, a gray vest was exposed, and the collar of the white shirt inside was vaguely visible. He had an extremely exaggerated revolver slung across his waist, the metal part of which had a cold and hard luster, and the leather shoes on his feet squeaked on the red carpet.

The one who took his arm actively and intimately was a graceful young lady. Her moderately long golden hair was only loosely gathered back a small part, and the ends of her hair were gently pressed down by a wide-brimmed hat. Her deep purple eyes, like the deep starry sky, were slightly narrowed at the moment, as if she was enjoying some kind of pleasure, with light flowing in her eyes and a faint smile at the corners of her mouth.

She wore a black low-cut jacket, revealing the graceful lines of her neck and collarbone. The waist-hugging cut outlined her slender waist and full and firm chest curves. A white women's shirt could be vaguely seen under the jacket. She wore a pair of black trousers that tightly wrapped her legs, with smooth lines extending to her ankles and tucked into a pair of shiny black high-top leather boots. The knee-length windbreaker she wore was open, swaying gently with her movements, adding a bit of heroism and elegance.

Although the couple looked very fashionable, they did not look like they were attending a wedding. Instead, they looked like they were there to steal the bride, leaving most of the guests as stunned as Monica.

But the latter's heart skipped a beat and he recognized the identities of the two.

They are the "crazy adventurer" German Sparrow, who recently arrested a pirate with a high bounty in Yharnam, and his partner Angelica Thatch, who has some ambiguous rumors!
These... two legendary figures on the sea are also attending the wedding? Are the contents of Ms. Fors Wall's novels true?
The legends of the great pirate Angelica and the adventurer Hermann immediately emerged in Monica's mind, and finally stopped at their arms clasped together.

Clap, clap, clap - the sharp-minded writer clapped his hands until his palms turned red.

The other guests seemed to have just realized what was happening and joined in welcoming the last newlywed couple.

Hermann's cold eyes hidden behind his glasses looked around, and only regained some warmth when they fell on Angelica beside him. He nodded slightly to the latter, and the two of them walked together, walked across the red carpet to the altar, and turned to stand facing the two rows of benches and the guests sitting in the prayer hall at the position that Angel and Klein had voluntarily given up, with an indifferent expression.

"The four couples have arrived," the magician Merlin shouted again, "Under the watchful eyes of the great Mr. Fool, we will witness their sacred marriage!"

"Praise the fool."

The Yharnam residents present all placed their hands on their chests and repeated in a low voice devoutly. The few guests from other places did not follow suit. Perhaps they had their own devout beliefs, or perhaps they were unwilling to praise this unknown god.

Monica, who had traveled to many countries and attended several local weddings, followed Alesu beside her and praised the Fool, which did not violate the teachings of the Goddess of Night.

After the low voices of praise stopped, Merlin gave up his seat next to the altar to the archbishop, who was burly and looked like a half-giant. The archbishop came to Angel and Klein, holding a black-bottomed silver-lined holy book, and asked Angel, whose face was flushed:
"Ms. Angel Granger, are you willing to let this man next to you become your husband and enter into a marriage contract with you? Are you willing to love him, respect him, and accompany him in the rest of your long life, whether you are poor or rich, sick or healthy, until the end of your life?"

"I am willing."

Angel held Klein's hand with one hand and held the pendant on his chest with the other hand, and nodded solemnly to answer.

The archbishop nodded slightly and turned to look at Klein:

"Mr. Klein Moretti, are you willing to let this lady next to you become your wife and enter into a marriage contract with you? Are you also willing to love her, respect her, and accompany her throughout the rest of your long life, whether you are rich or poor, sick or healthy, until the end of your life?"

Klein held Angel's hand tightly and nodded.

"I am willing."

“Very good,” the archbishop held up the Holy Scripture with one hand and held it down with the other, and looked around the prayer hall, “Under your witness, you two officially become husband and wife.” He did not continue to question the other three couples, but turned back to the altar and placed the Holy Scripture, which represented the majesty of The Fool, back on the altar.

This made Monica a little confused. In a collective wedding she attended in Feynaporte, the part where the man and woman declared and expressed their love was the most tedious and lengthy, but in this wedding in Yharnam City, it seemed to be deliberately omitted.

She noticed that all the guests present did not show any curiosity or doubt. Instead, after the archbishop announced that the two had successfully concluded their marriage contracts, they all applauded and congratulated the four couples, even the unfamiliar outsiders she had noticed before.

Perhaps this was a special custom in Yharnam... She couldn't let Mr. Hermann notice anything unusual... She quickly followed suit and clapped, a smile returning to her face.

After everyone calmed down, the archbishop spoke again in a solemn tone:
"Now, you can hug and kiss."

Hearing this, Klein looked a little nervous. He subconsciously glanced at the benches and the guests sitting on them, but Angel took the initiative to hug him and let their bodies press tightly together.

In the face of her enthusiasm, Klein no longer hesitated. He wrapped one arm around Angel's smooth blonde hair and the other around her slender waist and back, and kissed her pink lips affectionately.

Beside the two of them, private detective Sherlock hugged his female assistant, middle-aged wealthy businessman Dawn kissed his young wife, and even the adventurer Hermann relaxed his icy expression and gently kissed the big pirate Angelica beside him.

The wandering magician Merlin took the opportunity to raise his staff and point it upwards, causing the colorful balls that had been hanging on the arch to burst one after another. Colorful ribbons reflecting the sunlight fell down, dyeing the sacred red carpet with a layer of strange glow.

As the ribbons fell, the kiss ended. The blush on Angel's face seemed to be transmitted to Klein, making him a little shy. Irene lowered her head, not daring to look at Sherlock's gentle expression. Hermann and Angelica returned to their distant attitude. Dawn hugged Christine in a doting manner, and that look inevitably made Monica think again that they were father and daughter rather than husband and wife.

The magician Merlin walked to the altar in a frivolous manner and said to the guests:

"Originally, we should have started the celebration at this time, with the band entering the venue and gongs and drums beating, but out of my own selfish desire and at the strong suggestion of some guests, I added a special game session here..."

As he spoke, he walked past Klein and Angel who had just finished kissing, Sherlock and Irene who were holding hands, stopped beside Dawn and Christine, and looked at German and Angelica.

"I will randomly select a couple and ask them to tell their love story. This can be the moment when you fell in love with each other, or an event that tested your love, or some happy moments that made people laugh...

"What do you think, sir?"

He pointed his cane at the indifferent Gehrman Sparrow and asked loudly.

Monica felt like her heart was about to stop. She looked around and found that everyone was looking at the terrifying adventurer with a smile on their faces. The bronze-skinned middle-aged man at the door especially sat up straight with an expectant expression.

I remember that in the story of "The Great Adventurer Series", this crazy adventurer and Angelica sneaked into the wedding scene of a great pirate, killed the retired pirate on the spot, and massacred the church with blood... Thinking of the plot called "Red Wedding" by readers, Monica swallowed and regretted coming to participate in this collective wedding.

I won't become a part of their story, will I? The imaginative writer shrank her neck and suddenly heard Hermann's deep voice:

“This story begins two years ago with a passenger ship heading to Bayam and a bottle of Sonia blood wine…”

He...did he really say that?

Monica was startled, her tense neck relaxed, and she secretly looked towards the altar. The fear in her heart was quickly replaced by curiosity.

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Watching the secret puppet German controlled by Klein talking in front of the altar, denouncing Sonia's blood wine for not getting people drunk, causing Azik, Bernadette, Anne, and even Glade Soren hiding in the shadows to laugh happily, Angel, who was standing in the corner with long brown-red hair and dressed as a magician's assistant, felt his fists stiffen.

As soon as she thought about it, Angelica, who was beside Hermann, stretched out her hands and put them around her waist, pinching the soft flesh on her waist that was wrapped in a windbreaker, vest and shirt, and pinching it hard with a little strength.

"Hiss... Anyway, Sonia Blood Wine is something women drink. Men should drink Lilangqi."

Hermann, whose expression suddenly became serious, ended his hilarious "love story" with a line from "The Great Adventurer".

The expressions of Klein, Dawn, and Sherlock also changed slightly, and they secretly covered their waists.

That’s right, they are all puppets controlled by Klein, who is currently the “magician” Merlin, while Angelica, Angel, Christine and Irene standing beside them are puppets controlled by Angel’s real body.

With the help of the power of the "War Bishop", Angel also gained Klein's ability as the "Master of Secret Dolls". This collective wedding was essentially a wedding for the two of them.

Because of this, the Archbishop only asked "Angel" and "Klein" if they were willing to get married.

The angels who came to Yharnam to attend the wedding and also to prevent certain people from causing trouble naturally knew this, and the other secret puppets would not raise any objections. Only a few "outsiders" involved would have some doubts...

Glancing at the travel writer who still had a look of doubt on her face, Angel licked her lips with her tongue. The experience of multiple kisses from the secret doll to her real body still left her with some aftertaste.

It should also be applicable to other experiences, for example... Her mind just began to waver, and when she controlled the vision of the "Spirit Line", she discovered that the black lines on all the puppets present were floating towards the sky.

They all pointed to the gray fog at an infinite height, to the "Spirit Worm" that was controlling the puppet...

…Then, these spiritual threads returned to Klein’s body again and completely merged with him.

Phew... finally this moment has arrived...

Angel was cheered up and left a mirror substitute in its place, while his real body entered the mirror world.

(End of this chapter)