The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

And now that he understands what the Ice Princess is thinking, he feels even more awkward.

However, the Ice Princess only brushed past him.

As she passed by Dekan, she flicked her hair and smiled slightly.

It was as if she hadn't come to talk to Dekan at all; she was simply focused on her work.

Is that so?

Dekan lowered his head and smiled.

The concert was drawing to a close, and Flora and Judith waved goodbye to their fans after their performance, expressing their heartfelt gratitude.

That night, they seemed to weave beautiful dreams, leaving unforgettable memories for the audience who witnessed the end of their idol careers.

But the audience kept shouting "Encore!" and chanting the name of Ice Princess.

It was as if it were calling out to her, or encouraging her, as if it were still yearning for her to come out again and sing one last song!

In response to her fans, Princess Ice Snow returned to the stage once again.

Just right.

She also had one last song.

It was a heart that longed to speak, but could only express itself through song.

"goodbye"

"I'm not your soulmate. It's hard to accept, but I can't deny it. Yet, I still can't leave you."

Love is a game of deceiving others or yourself.

All expectations of love stem from fantasy.

Even if fantasies will eventually shatter, people will still pursue them.

A true and eternal mystery, a labyrinth without end, the song of the Ice Princess.

This is her last performance.

Not only could the audience below the stage hear her singing, but even Dekan, who was standing backstage hugging his cat teacher, could hear it clearly.

Suddenly someone put their arm around Dekan's shoulder.

"It was a really good concert."

The man spoke.

Dekan turned his head towards the familiar voice and saw it was Clay, who was just passing by.

But Dekan did not respond to Clay's words.

Just like he could never respond to the Snow Princess.

The singing from the stage continued.

"Just looking at you from afar, a feeling of heartache mixed with sweetness involuntarily washes over me."

"So what are you to me? I have no answer, and I don't want to know."

If there's only one thing that's undeniable, it's that "you are dazzling."

And so it happened under the snowflakes that kept falling from the sky.

The concert has come to an end.

414 Dekan's Wedding

anyway.

As a secret agent, one must always remain calm—this is a well-known saying.

After all, if you lose your composure or become lazy and unmotivated when you receive a commission, even luck will no longer favor you.

This is Clay's work experience.

He felt that these words would definitely help the man beside him who was currently feeling anxious.

However, it's quite amusing to see the guy next to me looking so nervous.

With his dress perfectly wrinkle-free and his shirt impeccably pressed, Clay turned his head and chuckled a few times.

"So, you don't need to hire me anymore?"

He stood beside Dekan and asked.

The area where the two stood was bathed in rays of light that poured freely through the windowpanes. The refraction of light through the rose window glass added a sense of otherworldliness to the already dim interior of the church.

A month had passed since they returned to the capital, Hevenlitt, from Tristine.

This is a corner of the nave of Hervenlite Cathedral.

Dekan's fingers were gently tapping on the stained glass behind him.

He seemed a little distracted, as if he hadn't even heard Clay's question.

In my mind, all I could think about was what it would be like to see Cornelia in her wedding dress walking into the church.

His mood was like a rollercoaster, going up and down.

On this special day, he had been preparing for a long time for himself and his loved ones.

In preparation for the wedding, he eliminated the Church of Resurrection and the Church of Calamity, reconciled the Kingdom Federation and the Empire, and ended the reign of the Chaos Gods who were eyeing the present world.

Looking back, I realize that I've done so many amazing things.

My initial intention was simply to live a peaceful life, nothing more.

This long journey has finally come to an end.

However, as he was about to witness the scenery he had been dreaming of, he felt a sense of disorientation between reality and illusion, which made him dizzy.

Did someone just talk to me?

As if realizing something, Dekan's pupils gradually cleared and brightened, and he replied:

"Asking you to be my best man is my last request. But if you ever come to visit me in the Kingdom of Vihart, you're welcome to come too."

Dekan looked at Clay and smiled with relief.

The man he trusted and feared most now seems incredibly reliable.

Perhaps it was because Dekan was in an exceptionally good mood today that everything seemed pleasant to him.

For the upcoming wedding, only one best man and one maid of honor have been invited.

Clay was the only designated best man handpicked by Decan.

They were already waiting in the church.

Dekan, who might already be a little nervous, would probably fall into a state of over-vigilance if he didn't see Clay.

Cornelia's choice for bridesmaid was Mia.

First, Mier is beautiful, dignified, and has an outstanding temperament. Second, Mier is the first female friend Cornelia made in Hevenlitt. Third, if the best man is a bishop, Cornelia hopes that the bridesmaids will be bishops of similar stature.

Although Dekan suspected Cornelia wanted to form a bond with the three bishops, he had no evidence.

However, whenever the three bishops gathered together, things would go exceptionally smoothly, which could be considered a good omen.

Whether it was the seventh-tier team assessment in the Kingdom of Landil, the final battle of the Hero Festival in the Kingdom of Philowen, or the counterattack in the capital of Saron, it was all because these three inexplicably came together. Each of them had their own ulterior motives, yet they all shared the same ultimate goal, resulting in a series of chaotic and wonderful collaborations.

"Even I feel like a lot has happened; time really flies."

Clay looked up at the cross in the center of the church and the various shimmering images of gods on the towering walls, and couldn't help but sigh.

He wandered the world and lived in seclusion, mostly as a witness, seeing Dekan rise from an ordinary person to a legend.

Although a few years for humans are but a moment in the eyes of the gods.

Even the span from the Holy Kingdom to the present day may not be too long for the gods.

But only by experiencing the passage of time firsthand can one truly understand the preciousness of this moment.

For example, for them in the Holy Kingdom, this momentary sense of security, or the unease that arises from the impending happiness, is something they can hardly hope for.

"For me, sitting in the small shop in the border town feels like it was just yesterday."

Dekan said with a smile.

He was carefree, spending his days happily researching magic cards out of interest, running the shop, and selling cards.

Later, he arrived in the capital, enrolled in school, challenged the Shadow World, saved Tristine City and the Kingdom of Landil, defeated the Pope, uncovered the truth of history, and sealed the Chaos God. It was a fulfilling and realistic experience, and not bad at all.

But what he looks forward to most is the new day ahead.

"Sigh, border town... Back then, although you already showed some signs of being from the underworld, you were still quite innocent. Unlike now, you've completely become an anthropomorphic person."

Talomatti appeared beside Dekan with a sigh, his arms crossed.

Who would have thought that the small-town boy who once called her "Master" is now her brother?

I still feel that the generational order is not right.

She hoped that Dekan would treat her with the respect due to a teacher, while also being a reliable older brother.

"You think you get all the good things? Even Delois couldn't do that!"

However, Dekan was fully aware of what she was thinking.

Ta: "What can't you do about Deloitte? He never makes anyone angry easily, he's strong and reliable."

De: "That's your nostalgic filter! Now look closely, I am the real Delois, no doubt about it. Whether you accept it or not, that's the truth."

Seeing the siblings' daily bickering, Clay couldn't help but laugh.

Are you nervous right now?

"Talomati asked."

"I'm not nervous at all."

Dekan answered confidently.

"...?"