Darkhelm Castle gleamed like a new bride.
Garlands of white and silver draped the stone walls, lanterns casting a soft golden glow across the great hall.
How could it be otherwise, when today marked the long-awaited wedding of Knight Commander Raymond Eldritch and the greatest Alchemist of their age, Allen?
Allen had no family by blood, yet he might have been the luckiest man alive.
The two northern lords had taken him as one of their own kin after the great war ended.
It had been three months since they returned to Darkhelm Capital. Many things needed to be taken care of, like reimbursing the families of fallen soldiers.
However, when Xion heard Ray proposing to Allen, he was quick to arrange everything.
Perhaps deep down, they all wanted a joyous occasion after losing so many in the war, including General Berry.
Hence, now the hall overflowed with nobles, soldiers, and friends gathered to celebrate him.
