Her Graceful War Song

Upon entering Hell Monarch Estate, Carissa was immediately overwhelmed by a cacophony of voices, all calling out congratulations and well-wishes. Some of the voices were familiar, while others were unfamiliar.

Among them was Eleanor's annoying voice.

Oh, Jessica was present too-how irritating.

Her wedding was becoming a mess.

Kyle was the center of attention, outshining Carissa as the bride. But it didn't matter, because Violet had quietly approached and taken her friend's hand.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

"GURG

who?"

"You're so childish! You're Rod!" Carissa joked with a laugh.

"If you say so, Violet replied, chuckling. "Rod is probably in the side hall. After all, he's part of your dowry."

Carissa chuckled too, feeling less anxious.

She had no idea what the procedures were. She was just standing there, listening to them set up a table and other things. Her mind wandered. Why were they setting up a table? Were she and Rafael supposed to swear brotherhood here?

That was so funny.

Well, it wasn't actually funny, but her mind just couldn't stop wandering because she couldn't see anything.

Then, she heard someone call for Helen to sit in the main seat, and to prepare for the rituals that needed to be carried out. Another commotion followed once Helen had. taken her seat. Someone requested for another chair because Adrian also needed to sit and receive their salutations.

But Adrian was Carissa's master. The bride should have bid farewell to her parents at home before coming here. How could she give salutations to her master in the groom's family's hall?

It was not the proper etiquette!

Well, proper etiquette or not, Everett would intervene.

A stern voice rang out, "This wedding ritual is about showing respect to their elders. I'm Rafael's master. What's the big deal about him giving me salutations?"

In any case, the Pathfinders Guild was adamant that someone from the bride's side. must be present to receive the couple's salutations.

Who cared about etiquette? In the world of martial arts, rules were determined by strength.

Everett's logic was straightforward. As Rafael's master, him sitting there was entirely appropriate. Then, Everett remarked that since his guild senior, Adrian, was present, it was improper for him, as a guild junior, to be seated while Adrian stood.

Was there such a rule in the capital?

Regardless, the rhetorical question made sense and everyone considered it reasonable.

Ultimately, Adrian got his seat.

Thus, a length of white silk ribbon, tied in a double-heart knot, was handed to Carissa, with the other end held by Rafael. The two of them stood together.

Carissa was familiar with this part. Without hesitation, she turned to face outward and even prompted Rafael, "We should show our respect to the Lord first. We need to face. outside."

Rafael slowly turned around, his voice calm and even, "We should listen to the ceremonial officer. Today, the Protocol Minister is officiating our wedding."

Carissa fell silent, realizing her mistake. It was already quite unfortunate for Rafael to be marrying someone who had been married before. She shouldn't bring up any other matters relating to her previous wedding.

After the salutation ritual, Carissa was led into the newlywed suite. The journey there was long, and she had to keep the white veil on. The veil was only to be lifted by Rafael once they were in their suite.

Once the veil was lifted, they would drink the ceremonial wine, and the matchmaker would come in to give them a blessing. A crowd would come in to receive blessing gifts from the couple, then Carissa would stay in the room while Rafael mingled with the guests. During the banque