12-2 The Witnesses Of Legend

Since Duke Bighton and his son were bothering me, I decided to go check on Antonio for a bit.

He looked utterly composed in the groom’s waiting room.

As expected, that was impressive.

If this had been some timid noble, it would have been the sort of situation to make his balls shrivel up.

If it were Berglit, he would definitely have ended up like that.

The tuxedo-style groom’s outfit suited him perfectly.

He had always been a handsome man, but how should I put it, he was a man with presence.

That said, he was the kind of “man” with the added option that he had the most presence when standing on the battlefield.

“Yo, how’s it going? Mr. Groom.”

“Yeah, I’m more nervous than usual.”

I had already informed him of the situation by telepathy.

We had formed a party after spotting Bighton this morning.

Just in case, I had prepared a change-of-clothes inventory for Antonio too.

There was really nothing to worry about since he himself possessed the ultimate skill, Magic Armor.

If something did happen, it would make things all the nastier, because it would come not from combat strength or defense but from matters of status.

But with the top ruler of this country serving as our second, there was no way we could lose.

To begin with, this Great Demon King was the top security officer for the bride and groom.

And besides, Mari and Ars were here too.

If the four of us, including Antonio, formed a party, might we not be able to crush the entire Imperial Army all at once?

We also had cheat equipment born from the fusion of ideas from the world of the Rare Visitors and magic.

“I’ve taken various measures. So just relax and focus on the ceremony. It’s this pattern again.”

“I’m extremely worried about what those ‘measures’ of yours entail. Still, thank you. I’m in your debt again.”

“Oh, it’s nothing much. See you.”

I had also taken out a huge insurance policy in case something happened.

As for the premium, I had already paid in far more than enough up to now.

Naturally, I had also received His Majesty the King’s approval regarding that.

I surveyed the surroundings, but felt no strange atmosphere.

My radar searches were also constantly running in various ways, but no enemies were getting caught.

Other than the two red dots that were the duke and his son.

There was more insurance as well.

I had ordered Jolly to summon skilled ones from the Spirit Forest.

They were around me even now, steadily recharging.

Jolly himself was standing by at my side too.

Lately, Jolly had completely turned into my errand boy already.

After all, I was basically like the princess’s foster father.

The spirits were also incredibly fired up, since if anything happened to Fal, it would be a major disaster.

After all, serving at the side of the protector of the spirits was not an opportunity that came often.

Good, good, then I could afford to be lavish with the magic power too.

Before long, the ceremony began solemnly under the watch of many kings, nobles, and aristocrats.

What worried me were the two kids of ours taking part in the ceremony, but so far they were handling it without any problem at all.

I had Ars handle the lookout, while Mari and I watched in a one-on-one arrangement so we could provide magical backup at any moment.

At the front stood the altar where Great High Priestess Jessica waited.

They were to pledge their love before Ross, the chief god.

Takeshi had also held his wedding here.

Together with the “Crimson Wind,” who had served as his partner.

That first queen sure had a dangerous-sounding epithet.

It sounded like something that would make you think of rising blood mist or sprays of blood.

Since she had been that guy’s wife, she must have been quite the person herself.

Mari did not really talk much about the old days, so I did not know all that well.

Apparently this palace itself had originally been built by Takeshi too.

Maybe I should try my hand at it too, somewhere around the Glass Garden.

It might be interesting to build some famous Indian palace or some famous French castle.

The two of them were walking solemnly and properly, when at last the calamity appeared.

“Ohh. So it’s the third son of a trash noble house that was dissolved for its evil deeds, paired with the whore from a family that plotted to assassinate royalty in another country. The kingdom’s shame returns once more.”

That bastard’s vulgar, booming voice rang throughout the entire venue.

The atmosphere around us froze to absolute zero.

Margarita-san’s eyes widened, and her pupils trembled slightly.

But Antonio gently squeezed her hand and smiled softly.

As expected of my friend, he was still manly even in a situation like this.

While holding the hem of the dress, Touya was looking at them with a face that said, “Can I dismantle these people?”

And there I was, making an extremely grim face because, if anything, I felt like I wanted him to do exactly that.

His Majesty the King was making a face like, “I knew I should have had them thrown out after all!” as he ground his teeth in frustration.

Now then, you shitty father-and-son pair.

How about you have a little talk with this old man in the Glass Garden.

Thinking that, I was just about to make my move.

When it happened.

“Haaaaru Aaruuaa. Fiiaruundasaa Oosurii, Miiiafaaruaa, Oo-o Oobishii-raarifaa, Raafiaruraa…… Fiiaruundasaa Oosurii, Miiiafaaruaa.”

Fal was singing.

Though it was still the clumsy, almost lisping voice of a child, this was!

No, rather than a song, this was, how should I put it, blessing itself, a gospel soaking into the body so deeply it made one want to break down and cry from emotion…

When I looked, His Majesty the King was trembling from sheer emotion.

“C-could this be… the legendary blessing of Sacred Elion. The one said to have been performed only once before, at the wedding of the first king, Yamato von Albatross I…”

Shock!

So Takeshi had been using that name over here!

Come to think of it, I had never heard what name he used here!

Mari always only called him Takeshi or that guy.

Before that, she used to call him Master.

If you combined the alternate reading of his real Japanese name, Takeshi, with the name he used here, it would come out as Yamato Takeru.

That was even more shocking than Fal’s song.

Almost all of the nobles were prostrating themselves before Fal.

Great High Priestess Jessica was collapsed in tears at the feet of the beloved Fals she revered.

I immediately ordered Jolly.

“Hey, Jolly, go all in here! Manifest the ones I had you bring and have them perform the flashiest blessing dance imaginable!”

“U-understood! You all heard him, right?”

The next instant, countless ultra-high-ranking spirits manifested and danced wildly.

A dragon shining in seven colors.

A beautiful, indescribably shaped phantom beast.

A beautiful beast with brilliantly golden fur, hard to describe as either a wolf or a feline predator.

Fairies of super-beautiful girls with wings, so lovely they did not seem of this world, flew spinning all around the venue.

The huge, mighty, and yet beautiful giant Titan.

Pure-white unicorns and pegasi.

And many other legendary high-ranking spirits and phantom beasts that could only be seen in myth danced in fantastical and beautiful forms beyond description.

Naturally, the one supplying the magic power driving all of this was me.

Boost, boost, boost up!

Receiving an overflowing feast of magic power, the vast number of spirits went wild with joy and heated up even more.

“I bless. I grant glad tidings. If there are complaints, then step forth before me.”

Those wordless words overwhelmed every last attendee.

Every attendee other than the idiot father and son pair was kneeling in tears.

Then I pressed the attack.

I whispered into Fal’s ear, telling her to say the line.

And then Fal loudly declared:

“My name is Sacred Elion! In my name, I hereby acknowledge the marriage of the Orston couple.”

“Oooooohhh—”

The venue filled with frenzy and cheers.

“We have become living witnesses to legend. Long live the Albatross Kingdom!”

You people are a little annoying.

So I gave Fal just a little more instruction and had her add to the line.

“Hey! You trash father-and-son pair there, you are being rude before me! Get on your knees at once!”

Even His Majesty the King was kneeling, after all.

The air in the venue froze a little again.

But strangely enough, the idiot father and son obediently dropped to their knees for some reason.

Hahahaha, my victory.

Antonio wore a wry smile and looked like he was saying, good grief, but his eyes were saying thank you.

Fal had a smug look on her face and was radiating a full “praise me, praise me” aura.

I vigorously rubbed her head and praised her to the skies.

“Fal! You did great!”

As expected, our kids were the best.

And then Touya and Fal burst with joy together.

Touya scooped Fal up and swung her around carelessly like he always did, so the nobles watched nervously with their hearts in their throats.

The surrounding spirits also did not undo their manifested forms, and watched over the adorable scene with expressions carrying warm, indulgent gazes.