When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1175 Wedding
Before dawn on February 1st, guided by official night watchmen, small groups of carriages and horses had already gathered outside St. Regis Central Park.

The fake flower wreaths made of spider silk, hung by the roadside and sprayed with fragrance-enhancing agents, actually had a strong fragrance.

Central Park of St. Regis is located in the southwest of St. Regis and is surrounded by the courtyards of veterans' families.

This park, located at the foot of a mountain villa, has been transformed from a small pond into a small lake.

The water from the surrounding marshes has been drained into this park, and a row of metasequoia trees has been transplanted to stand guard along both sides of the waterway.

A small hill beside the lake is called Grail Hill, and it is said that all the soil there is sacred soil dug from Grail Mountain.

Those in the know understand that only the cup of soil Horn carried came from the Holy Grail Mountain; the rest were soil dug from lakes.

Later, under the care of Saint Sylph, the place was filled with all kinds of flowers.

Chamomile, iris, rose, freesia, jacaranda... countless flowers spread like mist among the grass.

The crisp or rich fragrance of flowers, carried by the drifting floral mist and sunlight, enters the noses of passersby.

People poured in from all directions from hotels and apartments.

Walking on the dirt road amidst the green grass, you can often see couples walking arm in arm.

The men mostly wore sharp black suits, while the women mostly wore white fitted dresses.

The ladies had been starving for a long time in preparation for this day.

In this era, there was no concept of wedding dresses. People would simply change into nice clothes, exchange vows in a church, and that was it.

Forget about formal attire or a ceremony, there wasn't even a wedding ring.

Middle-class citizens would also bring one or two companions to help carry a bag.

Inside the bag were the wedding dresses that the brides had carefully had sewn.

They are still capable of covering this expense.

Because the number of participants in this mass wedding was too large to be held indoors, and it would be even more inconvenient to block the streets or squares, the event was held in the suburbs.

Ladies don't like wearing pretty dresses when climbing hills, so they ask relatives or friends to take them.

Once they reached the Hill of Grail, there were hundreds of specially partitioned changing rooms for them to change clothes.

The chill of spring lingers, and the sky is a clear blue.

Black swallows flew back and forth, carrying fresh mud to build their nests, chirping and chattering above everyone's heads.

999 couples chatted and laughed, their faces slightly shy, as they walked to their designated spots according to the signs.

Incidentally, the idea of ​​999 couples was proposed by Horn, and nobody understands why there should be 999 couples.

At the summit of the Hill of Grail, before them, seven bronze-plated iron pillars rise from the ground, covered with various inscriptions and Gospel prayers.

The top of the column is a crown that rotates with meshing gears, and each rotation pulls the piano keys.

The thin steel wire trembled, raising the internal bronze hammer and striking out sacred music mixed with metallic resonance.

Beneath the seven bronze pillars representing the Seven Hills of El stands a circular altar, upon which rests a golden chalice and holy water.

The officiant should ideally be a high-ranking priest, whose status and position would rise as the status of the couple got married.

Unfortunately, Horn himself is the highest-ranking priest, and only the Holy Lord himself could officiate the wedding.

It's unheard of for a pope to openly get married, and to marry four at once.

So none of the etiquette books say what to do in this situation?
After arguing back and forth, Horn simply suggested that he would officiate his own wedding without needing anyone else.

Although it's not obvious, the Holy Lord has actually possessed him.

Dressed in a tailcoat-like suit, resembling the formal attire of an 18th-century French gentleman, Horn stood awkwardly in front of the mirror.

“Your Majesty…you look so young.” Das said, sitting behind a round table. “If my uncle and aunt saw this, they would surely cry their eyes out.”

Horn straightened his collar but didn't say anything.

The uncle and aunt that Das mentioned naturally referred to Horn's parents, the old Galar couple.

They'll probably be pleased to see that Horn married Jeanne, but they'll probably be shocked to see the other three women.

“They are watching over us from heaven, and they will be happy.”

Looking at himself in the mirror, Horn gave a bitter smile. He was getting married, but he would never see his real parents back home.

Outside the window was a noisy crowd, with couples changing their clothes and entering hand in hand.

No matter how good-tempered or civilized someone is, they'll always end up arguing in these situations.

Various bizarre scenes unfold, such as mistaking one person for another after getting dressed up, holding the wrong hand and marrying the right man, and two men accidentally holding hands together.

Various farces occurred frequently, but fortunately they were all suppressed one by one.

Upon entering the outer room, Horn discovered that there were not only 999 newlyweds present, but also a large number of their families, onlookers, and envoys from various countries who had come to offer their congratulations.

Even the envoys from Fran came and provided Horn with three dazzling, top-quality emeralds.

However, looking at the three jade pieces, Horn felt that Charlie intended to use them to kill four warriors.

It is said that when Charles VIII, who was leading the imperial coalition against the royal court, read the news of Horn's upcoming marriage, he immediately shouted the Francan swear word "voka!"

Having lost his last shield, Charles VIII is about to face a double attack from the Queen Mother and the Grand Chancellor.

Even though Horn had to choose from four factions, he had no choice but to quickly select all of them.

However, Charles VIII also had to choose from among the queens recommended by various factions, and had no autonomy.

The prime minister preferred the new nobles from aristocratic backgrounds, while the queen dowager preferred the conservative traditional nobles.

Many ministers who came from merchant backgrounds hoped that the king would marry a new noblewoman from a merchant family.

France is not like the Holy Alliance; it is relatively united internally.

His centralized power was far inferior to Horn's; Horn could have it all, but he had to choose. He stepped out from behind the bronze pillar and stood on the three-meter-high platform in front of it, before the circular altar.

The newlyweds looked up, their eyes fixed intently on Horn.

"The wedding ceremony shall now begin."

As the organ and trumpet played, four saints slowly walked out onto four red carpets.

The four saintesses were all wearing wedding dresses of essentially the same style.

The top is an ivory white satin off-shoulder tube top with delicate copper chains embedded in the shoulder straps.

The skirt is short in the front and long in the back, with layers of stiff tulle reaching the knees at the front and a long train at the back embroidered with hair-like patterns.

However, the four saintesses still made their own distinctions.

Jeanne changed into a burgundy shawl, while Carrie wore more elaborate white cobweb gloves to conceal her mechanical arm.

As for Catherine, her dress was adorned with numerous floral embroideries, while Shilov wore thick white knee-high stockings to conceal her mechanical legs.

The four people slowly approached Horn from four directions, their smiling yet apprehensive gazes fixed on him.

Ironically, of the five people who got married, only two elders are still alive: Lourdes and Serfaye.

Of those who were able to attend, only Ruolese was present.

However, if Ruolis were to appear, she would look too much like a flower girl, so in the end, they decided against it.

Therefore, after the hymns and dances, the wedding ceremony proceeded directly to the speeches by the bride and groom.

“Thank you for bringing me out of this birdcage.” Shilov reached out and took Horn’s hand.

Horn grasped her hand in return: "We'll go see the sea sometime."

Next was Catherine, who looked into Horn's eyes with a complicated expression: "I hope our marriage can be as happy and long-lasting as the Holy Alliance."

"Stubborn little girl." Horn ignored the jeers and went straight up to give Catherine a tight hug.

He held her until her face turned bright red before letting go.

Next up is Carrie.

“Our child will become the Son of the Holy Alliance, the First Citizen.” Carrie’s words were unusually brief, yet they drew cheers from the crowd.

Horn looked at her helplessly: "Do you have to bring these things up at this time?"

“Will you punish me tonight?” Carrie winked at Horn.

Horn didn't reply, but instead looked at Jeanne, who had been smiling and waiting.

He didn't do anything fancy; instead, he pulled out a yellowed, tattered marriage contract from his pocket.

This was an order that Old Man Galar made for the two of them.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes." A bright smile spread across Jeanne's face, and tears welled up in her eyes, a rare sight for her. "I've always been willing."

Next, we will have the group address session.

Horn acted as everyone's priest, standing on the platform and shouting.

"Whether she/he is rich or poor, healthy or unhealthy, are you willing to stay with her/him forever?"

"Yes!" the newlyweds responded in unison.

"In the name of the Holy Father, the Holy Lord, and the Holy Tree, I declare you to be married. Now the groom may kiss the bride!"

A chorus of cheers immediately erupted from the crowd, as most people would feel a little embarrassed to kiss in public.

However, with the Holy Grandson present and Halkin's precious jade in front of them, they still gritted their teeth and kissed him.

However, the grandson himself remained discreetly hidden at this moment, refusing to kiss the bride in public—unless he could grow four mouths.

As Horn and the saints left, the curtains that had covered the venue were instantly drawn back, and the elegant wedding scene was transformed into a banquet.

"One six, two sixes, three sixes, you lost, drink!"

"Put that pig's leg down!"

On the long table, roast chicken and suckling pig, braised beef, cheese bread, and fresh river shrimp were laid out.

Not only is there a special banquet for the newlyweds' families on the mountain, but there is also a special continuous banquet at the foot of the mountain.

Both are white meat and beer; the taste aside, they're filling and plentiful.

This money did not come from the Saint Cavity, but from Catherine herself.

As the former owner of the Megady Merchant Guild, Catherine herself was one of the top three richest people in the Holy Alliance.

Soon, the hill was a mess of cups and plates, with bowls and plates piled up, and the smell of beer and fruit wine wafted from the bottom to the top of the hill.

In the evening, a bonfire was lit again, and Horn and the saints, having changed their clothes, personally danced around the fire.

They linked arms, bent over, lifted their feet, stomped on the ground, and shouted songs as they jumped.

This rural New Year's dance party-like scene naturally attracted many young couples to join.

Everything was so joyful.

Standing far away on the other side of the slope, René rode on horseback, his eyes reflecting the joyful scene in the distance.

He clutched the newsletter in his hand, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to take a step.

This is the happiest time of the year. Let's report it tomorrow morning.

However, by then, the holy grandchildren and holy maidens, along with the many high-ranking monks of the Holy Alliance, may not be as happy as they are now.

(End of this chapter)