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Velgrynd smirked, swirling her drink.
"So... little brother actually found someone, huh. I'm impressed."
Velsun smirked. "Well, what can I say? Some people can't resist my charming personality."
Velzard scoffed.
"Hmph, charming personality."
Ramiris smirked and leaned against Velsun's shoulder.
"He may be an idiot, but he is my idiot, so he is charming."
she said it so cheerfully
Veldora, with food in both hands, suddenly chimed in:
"This food is great! Also, aniki! You're married now! Does that mean I get a sister-in-law? Like, for real?!"
Velsun, chuckling.
"You're a bit late on that, but yes, you do."
Velgrynd leaned across the table with a smug look.
"So… tell us, little brother, how did you feel when she said yes?"
Velsun answered.
"…I was just surprised."
Ramiris, grinning:
"Oi, oi... you were so excited when I said yes to you."
"Me? says the one who stole my kiss."
Ramiris flushed. "Hey, don't say that so casually."
Velzard actually laughed quietly.
"I would've paid to see that."
Veldanava, still smiling, finally raised his cup.
"All of you can tease him later. But tonight… I want to say something."
The whole table fell silent.
"I created this world to grow, to change… to surprise even me. And yet, I never imagined that one of my siblings would be the first of us to truly find someone—not just to fight beside, but to live beside."
He looked at Ramiris, his longtime friend.
"You were always wild, chaotic, unpredictable… I'm surprised you ended up with my little brother."
Ramiris sheepishly rubbed the back of her head.
"I'm proud of you both. Truly. Today isn't just your union… it's proof that even beings as old and powerful as us… can still grow."
Everyone raised their glasses.
"To Velsun and Ramiris!"
"To the Sun and the Fairy!"
End of the Toast
As the banquet continued, the True Dragon family laughed, reminisced, and even bickered—like a normal family, just with enough power to level continents in their sleep.
For now… there was no war. No battle. Just peace. Just love.
And beneath the stars and lanterns of Solara, the world felt still—just for a night.
As the celebration wound down and the stars blanketed the night sky over Solara, a quiet hush fell upon the throne hall turned banquet chamber. The final round of gifts was being offered to the newlywed couple—Velsun, the radiant True Dragon of the Sun, and Ramiris, the ancient Queen of Fairies.
Many nobles, lords, and rulers of distant lands had sent offerings—rare artifacts, enchanted cloth, beast gems, and even miniaturized elemental cores from spirit realms. But what came next… no noble could match.
Velzard's Gift
The Ice Empress herself, Velzard, stood in her elegant silver robes. Her glacial aura cooled the room just by her presence.
She gracefully stepped forward and handed a small crystal container to Ramiris.
"This is a souvenir from my Ice Continent. It holds a shard of the Everfrost Core—a relic that never melts, not even in the sun's gaze. Place it in your garden, and no heat will ever wither your blossoms."
Ramiris, stunned, accepted it with a polite bow.
"Wow. Thanks, Velzard!"
"You're welcome… sister-in-law," Velzard said with a smirk.
Velgrynd's Gift
Next came Velgrynd, ever the bold one. Her red dress flickered with living flame as she walked up and dropped a small box in Velsun's hand.
"Open it."
Velsun did so, revealing two rings, glowing faintly—one gold, one crimson. Their cores shimmered with actual fire magicules.
"Made from my own flame," Velgrynd said, proud. "Those rings will never break, never melt, and will protect you both … Consider them both your wedding rings and a challenge."
"A challenge?" Velsun asked, raising a brow.
"Let's see if your bond can withstand more heat than those rings," she said with a teasing grin.
Ramiris giggled while slipping hers on.
Veldanava's Turn
All eyes turned to the final and greatest guest: Veldanava himself, the Creator God, First of the True Dragons.
He stood without anything in hand.
"I didn't bring anything," he said casually.
The room shifted in silence, a few nobles blinking in confusion.
"Because I thought… what do you give to someone who already commands the sun?"
Veldanava walked up and faced his younger brother directly.
"So… Velsun. Ask. One thing. Anything you want. And I shall give it."
The room held its breath. Even Velzard and Velgrynd went still. The Creator was offering a wish.
Velsun paused, eyes thoughtful. Then he smiled, the kind that reached deep inside and warmed the soul.
"Well, elder brother… if that's the case—"
He took a step forward, his tone suddenly curious, hungry, and ambitious.
"Then I want you to teach me. Show me the process of creating God-grade and Genesis-class equipment. Like how you forged the Seven Blades using your own essence. I want to learn how to create artifacts… using my own essence."
The Moment After
For a long second… Veldanava was silent.
Then he laughed. A deep, genuine, surprised laugh.
"Hah! I expected treasure, power, even authority—but you asked for craft."
He stepped forward, placing a hand on Velsun's shoulder.
"That's something only a creator would ask. I'm proud of you."
A faint shimmer glowed on Veldanava's palm, then moved into Velsun's chest—a divine imprint, not just knowledge, but a fragment of the laws of creation themselves.
"You now hold the blueprint of Genesis Forging. It will not be easy. It will test your resolve, drain your essence, and require clarity of purpose."
"But if you master it... you will be able to create weapons and artifacts that rival my own."
As the divine imprint from Veldanava settled within Velsun's very soul, a quiet voice echoed in his mind—familiar, snarky, but always reliable.
"Oi lad, I felt that."
Velsun smirked internally and replied in thought:
"Mimir… You got the knowledge, right?"
There was a moment of thoughtful silence. Then—
"Of course I did. It's etched in now. The entire blueprint for Genesis Forging. Ancient essence-engraving, soul-weaving, and material-binding… oh, this is going to be fun. I haven't been this excited since you challenged thatthe mad king Ashura."
"Then that's our next project." Velsun said firmly, eyes glowing faintly gold, his expression sharpening with resolve.
"Aye... A divine forge worthy of the True Dragon of the Sun. With your essence as the base, we'll craft weapons that make even the Seven Blades look like children's toys."
"We're going to need pure celestial ore, crystallized world energy, a soul anchor, and a forge that can withstand your own radiance. And for the first creation…" Mimir paused dramatically.
"Let's make something legendary. No—let's make something the world has never dared to dream."
The stars sparkled outside the tall, crystalline windows of Solara's royal palace. The grand halls had fallen silent, the echoes of music and celebration now a memory. Inside the royal bedchamber, warm candlelight flickered across walls adorned in rich gold and ivory.
Velsun sat on the edge of the bed, removing the last of his ceremonial robes, when the door creaked open.
Ramiris entered quietly—no longer the ancient guardian of the labyrinth, no longer the chaos-filled prankster. Dressed in a simple yet elegant silk gown, she walked toward him barefoot, her expression soft and unusually calm.
She climbed onto the bed, settling herself atop Velsun with a teasing smile, her hands gently pressed to his chest.
"You know…" she said, voice a little hushed, "I used to think I'd never care about this kind of thing. Marriage, ceremony, affection. But now… I'm really glad it was you."
Velsun looked up at her, hand brushing her cheek with affectionate warmth. "You're not the only one."
Ramiris leaned down, brushing her nose against his. "You smiled a lot today," she murmured.
"I had every reason to."
Their lips met in a soft, deliberate kiss—neither rushed nor hesitant. The atmosphere thickened, no longer just about words or celebration, but something more personal. The flickering candles dimmed as Ramiris gently leaned in again, this time slower… deeper.
Clothes fell away.
The rest of the night was lost to golden light, quiet laughter, and the soft sighs of a bond being sealed not by ceremony—but by choice, trust, and something deeper.
The Morning After
The first rays of sunlight spilled into the room, catching on silver and green strands of hair tangled on soft silk pillows.
Velsun lay with one arm tucked under his head, the other resting around Ramiris, who was curled beside him, her wings twitching lightly in her sleep.
Her dress from last night lay discarded at the foot of the bed.
He looked down at her peaceful expression and couldn't help but smile.
"She drools when she sleeps," he noted fondly, brushing her hair back.
Ramiris stirred and groaned. "Don't... say anything... or I'll punch you…"
Velsun chuckled.
They didn't speak for a while after that—just lay there in the quiet morning, the bond between them now unshakable.