Chapter 478: Trendy Bridal Escort

During festive celebrations, the royal capital of Golden Feather City becomes exceptionally lively. This year, with the princess’s grand wedding, joy permeates both inside and outside the Golden Feather Palace, as if even the air brims with sweetness and blessings.

Blanche wore an exquisite lace gown, its skirt blooming like pristine lilies, adorned with pearls and gems that shimmered under the light. Her hair was intricately braided, embellished with a few pieces of meticulously crafted jewelry, accentuating her breathtaking beauty.

In just a few hours, she would leave the palace where she had lived for twenty years, moving to unfamiliar lands. Blanche felt both anxious and expectant.

Her anxiety stemmed from facing a completely unfamiliar environment, while her anticipation arose from living alongside the one she loved.

“When will Ronin arrive?”

She couldn’t help glancing at the sky outside. She knew the wedding procedures but always worried that some mishap on the long journey from Stronghold Black Mountain to Golden Feather City might cause delays.

“Don’t worry, he’ll arrive on time.”

Knight Missy smiled. “You just need to relax and be a beautiful bride.”

“Thank you, Missy.”

Blanche gave a sweet smile. “You accompanied me to Stronghold Black Mountain back then, and unexpectedly Ronin and I ended up engaged. Recalling the experiences at Stronghold Black Mountain now, they remain incredibly beautiful memories.”

“Indeed, time flies!”

Missy couldn’t help sighing.

The former Baron was now the kingdom’s Marquis, and among the significant figures from those events, such as Earl Ossen and even Jesus, all had fallen to Ronin.

Ronin was powerful, yet also the most wise and gentle noble she had ever encountered. No one treated commoners—even slaves—with such care as Ronin did.

This was what she had witnessed recently in Northern Wu Territory.

Roar—

The roar was low yet seemed intensely penetrating, startling the bustling crowd.

Blanche rejoiced, “Ronin is here!”

Missy also laughed. “I heard he’d ride a dragon today. I didn’t see it during my recent visit to Northern Wu Territory, but now I can finally witness it.”

“You’ll be amazed!”

Blanche blinked and said, “Truly!”

High above, Ronin rode a dragon, swiftly flying over Wu Mountain Territory, crossing the Shrieking Sea, reaching Golden Feather City.

Ronin patted Carloth’s back, instructing, “Set the mood.”

Thus came Carloth’s long cry.

This sound pierced the heavens, reaching the Horn Bay and Golden Feather City below.

Even from thousands of meters away, the sound could frighten people, causing birds in the forests to panic and flee aimlessly.

“Ronin is here!”

Bruno smiled and stood up. As the king, personally greeting him showed utmost respect.

The joyful crowd in Golden Feather Palace ceased their conversations, stepping out of the hall to gaze at the sky.

Knowing the dragon would appear, everyone yearned to see its true form.

Bruno’s presence also stemmed largely from this intent.

Among the crowd, Merlin looked up at the sky. From Patridge, he learned of the dragon, described as dozens of meters long. He held deep skepticism, suspecting Patridge sought to salvage his failure.

Today he could witness it firsthand.

Duke Ferrens, Andrea, and others mostly held assessing mindsets, wishing to meticulously evaluate Ronin’s strength.

Roar—

Another dragon cry, closer this time, startling everyone’s spirits. Some noblewomen even changed expressions.

Prince Gareth narrowed his eyes, slightly displeased. “Having a dragon is enough; such grand spectacle, whom is it for?”

The third dragon cry erupted, like thunder in the heavens, causing faces to show fear.

“It’s here!”

Everyone could see the distant black dot, enlarging visibly.

“Oh, heavens!”

“Is this the dragon?”

“How can it be so enormous?”

“Its wings must exceed a hundred meters?”

Numerous panicked exclamations arose; all nobles were stunned by this sight.

Even Gareth, previously scornful, now altered his expression.

“Ronin!”

He clenched his teeth. In this moment, he realized even becoming a Solar Knight, there seemed an unbridgeable gap between him and Ronin.

This colossal creature, over fifty meters long with wings spanning over a hundred meters, exerted overwhelming pressure!

Such disparity left him somewhat powerless and despairing, deepening his hatred for Ronin.

Indeed, not just him, Ferrens, Andrea, Merlin, and others all changed expressions.

“No wonder Patridge lost…”

Merlin’s face showed fear. Facing such a giant, sea vessels could only be slow-moving targets.

Regarding arcane cannons and arcane arrows, Merlin eyed Carloth’s steel-like scales—would these combat tools truly work?

Bruno felt retrospective fear, grateful he timely changed tactics and built good relations with Ronin.

If relations worsened, forget Wu Mountain Territory’s knights; just this colossal creature alone would trouble him greatly.

“Alright Carloth, tone down your aura a bit; don’t scare the guests.”

Ronin communicated mentally, instructing.

Carloth understood, simultaneously toning down its aura and folding its wings. Its sky-shadowing silhouette gradually descended onto the plaza.

“Ronin greets Your Majesty!”

Ronin stood atop Carloth’s head, bowing—a scene delivering powerful visual impact.

Bruno subtly swallowed. As the king, he maintained his demeanor.

He laughed heartily, “Come Ronin, you and Blanche shall be today’s main stars.”

Ronin stepped upon the void, shifting swiftly to stand before everyone.

“Apologies for the wait.”

He smiled, greeting everyone, then under Bruno’s lead, entered the grand hall.

While the nobles voiced greetings, they frequently glanced at the massive creature crouched on the plaza.

Today would etch an indelible image in their hearts.

For a long time thereafter, whenever mentioning this wedding, they would likely reminisce with sighs.

"This is a formidable display of military might!"

Ferens and Andrea gathered together, their tones grave as they conversed.

Only now did they understand the full extent of the confidence that allowed the Lord of Wushan to dare to strike at Moonlight Valley.

"If you were to confront this dragon, how confident would you be?" Ferens whispered.

Andrea frowned deeply, shaking his head helplessly. "Judging by its size and aura, its strength definitely surpasses level seven; it is likely a level eight magical beast."

Any level eight magical beast is immensely powerful. Even a Silver Moon Knight of the same level would struggle to handle it without true skill, let alone this dragon before them.

"If preparations are thorough, there might be a chance by bombarding it with high-powered magic cannons like Heart-Piercing Waves or Roar of the Fire God."

Andrea quietly voiced his thoughts: "Being large has its drawbacks—at least aiming is easier."

Ferens nodded. "Although we can soar through the skies, we cannot match its speed. If we could solve the issue of aerial pursuit, perhaps we could combine our forces to severely wound it, or even slaughter it!"

Though they spoke of ways to confront it, both knew in their hearts.

Even if they truly could slay the dragon, they themselves would undoubtedly suffer grievous casualties!

But then, what value would their victory hold?

For a moment, they were uncertain how to proceed against the dragon, or how to counter Ronin and the Lord of Wushan. (End of Chapter)