Seeing Aiwass and Isabel embrace together, the people below applauded.
The Old Duke also applauded forcefully, and despite his tightly pressed lips, the smile and rare warmth in his deep-set eyes were unmistakable.
The next segment was cake cutting—not a gift or offering from some deity, but a dessert made by the elves of the Holy Nation.
It was a gigantic cake, three meters tall, with nine layers. Aiwass embraced Isabel from behind and cut it with a crystal sword, shining with light and cold aura, specifically crafted to cut the cake. This process itself was a blessing.
The fog demons, with their faintly luminescent, translucent bodies, moved forward to cut the cake into pieces. Each guest had two servings before them: one was the food cut and plated, the other was a gift neatly packaged and temporarily preserved in time using preservation arts.
Pope Grey stepped forward and slightly pressed down his scepter, signaling people to sit down.
