Aske held Eleanor's hand, walking towards the church altar.
Eleanor smiled gently, and the Will Fog quickly spread out and shrouded the surroundings of the Aachen Cathedral.
If anyone were approaching the cathedral, they would be able to react immediately.
The Archbishop of Germania, a benevolent old man with a long robe and tea-colored glasses, had served as a Cardinal in the Church Court in his younger days.
Holding the classic in his left hand and the cross in his right, after preaching to the guests on site, he gently signaled the couple to stand facing each other, eyes gazing at their beloved.
