Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The Duke of Wales's crude attempt failed to elicit even a decent response before falling into complete silence.

His spoiled son Croft watched as the Wood Ghost slept soundly.

Elvia never showed up, and his anxiety and anger were almost breaking through the dam of his reason.

"Father! Are we just going to let this go? That lowly commoner..."

Croft's eyes were red, and his voice was sharp with urgency.

"Snapped!"

A sharp, resounding slap interrupted him.

The Duke of Wales's face was ashen, his eyes revealing undisguised anger at his son's lack of ambition.

"Idiot! This has only just begun, what are you panicking for?!"

He lowered his voice, his tone as cold as iron.

"As long as Elvia wants to survive in the capital, and to preserve her life and her pitiful power, she must submit!"

"She will eventually become your wife and Her Highness the Princess's most capable assistant! Stay calm!"

Croft covered his face, not daring to say another word.

But the twisted obsession and possessiveness in his eyes grew even stronger.

After a minor incident, the banquet gradually returned to its superficial liveliness and joy.

The delicate silver platter held the golden-brown roasted lamb chops.

Pastries garnished with caviar.

Various exquisite desserts that resemble works of art.

Waiters moved about busily, carrying crystal glasses filled with amber-colored liquor.

The band played an elegant waltz, amidst the rustling of clothes and the clinking of glasses.

Young noble sons and daughters, at the behest of their parents.

Invite your dance partner, and together you will step onto the dance floor.

They danced around Charles and Emily in the center of the dance floor.

They were undoubtedly the focus of the entire event at that moment.

They were surrounded by enthusiastic nobles in the center, receiving a flood of compliments and blessings.

Emily's face beamed with a smile that was a mixture of victory and happiness.

Embrace the future King Carter before you, and dance together with elegant steps.

She basked in the feeling of being the center of attention with a reserved yet smug air.

Ironically, this was supposed to be the wedding banquet for Lin Gui and Elvia.

But at this moment, it has completely become the stage for the third prince to announce his engagement.

The third prince's faction was immersed in flattery and celebration in anticipation of the future king and queen.

The "groom" is fast asleep in the corner, and his "bride" has yet to appear.

It has long been forgotten on the edge of laughter and joy.

until.

A series of involuntary, low gasps of surprise spread like ripples from the doorway.

The music gradually faded, and the conversation abruptly stopped.

Countless gazes were drawn to the stunningly beautiful figure at the entrance.

It's Elvia.

She's here.

She wore a perfectly tailored pure white wedding dress.

Layers of silk and gauze outlined her breathtakingly slender figure.

Her long, golden hair, like flowing sunlight, was cleverly styled into a bun.

A few wisps of hair fell beside her fair and slender neck, adding a touch of languid charm.

Her face was adorned with just the right amount of light makeup.

Their molten gold eyes shone so brightly under the lights.

Her red lips were slightly upturned, exuding both girlish innocence and the allure unique to mature women.

She was like an angel who had accidentally fallen to earth, instantly stealing all the brilliance from the room.

The men's eyes were filled with undisguised amazement and infatuation.

The women, on the other hand, were torn between uncontrollable jealousy and self-loathing.

Emily, the third prince's fiancée, in particular, had her smile completely frozen.

Looking at Elvia, who was countless times more dazzling than herself.

And a face more beautiful than any elf's.

He was so jealous that he almost crushed the wine glass in his hand.

Elvia seemed oblivious to the various gazes directed at her.

A faint smile played on her lips as she gracefully entered the venue.

Her gaze swept across the dance floor and searched around the dining table, carrying a hint of anticipation that she herself was unaware of.

I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of expression that guy will have when he sees me like this.

Could it be that... she, like those men, might momentarily lose her focus and become infatuated?

She searched around but couldn't find Lin Gui.

In the end, it was a minor nobleman who was stunned when her gaze swept over him.

He subconsciously pointed to the darkest corner of the venue.

Elvia followed the gaze.

Then, the perfect smile on her lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Lin Gui was seen leaning against a pillar, fast asleep, and one could even hear faint snoring.

And there was a "notice" posted on the pillar next to him.

Under the illumination of the [Dark Light] spell, it appeared exceptionally clear and dazzling.

Elvia sighed inwardly: This bastard... I spent ages getting all dressed up.

He actually used such a lame excuse to sleep here?!

Also, why are so many of these people who shouldn't be here here?

I didn't actually meet many of the minor characters I invited?

Is this my wedding or Charles's?

While she was internally ranting and raving, Elvia maintained an impeccable elegance on her face.

She coughed softly and walked with demure steps to Lin Gui.

Under everyone's gaze, she slightly bent down.

She stretched out her slender hand, clad in a white lace glove, and gently poked Lin Gui's cheek with her fingertips.

Her voice was so gentle it could melt your heart.

"Husband? Wake up, the banquet isn't over yet."

This gesture, brimming with girlish sentiment and intimacy, instantly ignited the jealousy of almost all the young nobles present.

They gazed at Elvia's gentle demeanor, a side she had never shown before.

But the object of his affections was that poor, uncouth monk who was sleeping in a completely undignified manner, and he felt as if his heart was about to break.

Emily saw all of this.

Especially when she saw her male companions looking so dejected.

Unable to contain herself any longer, she shrieked angrily at the people who had stopped dancing on the dance floor.

"Are you here for that bitch's engagement party or mine?!"

Her questioning was like a bucket of cold water, waking up those infatuated "supporting actors".

They hurriedly looked away and put their arms around their female companions who looked unhappy.

Let's dance to the music again.

However, his gaze still couldn't help but drift towards that stunning white figure from time to time.

Lin Gui, gently "awakened" by Elvia, opened his eyes groggily.

Through the blurry vision, I saw Elvia in her wedding dress, looking absolutely stunning.

He was indeed momentarily lost in thought.

However, the next second...

He closed his eyes again and mumbled incoherently.

"Stop fooling around...let me sleep a little longer...we still have to keep looking for graves tomorrow..."

As he spoke, he seemed to feel a little hungry.

I didn't see him chant any incantations, he just moved his fingers slightly.

A rather exquisite-looking little cake on a dining table in the distance.

It floated over gently and landed precisely in his mouth.

Elvia: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Then, something even more astonishing happened.

Lin Gui chewed twice, his brows instantly furrowing into a knot.

The expression on his face changed from bewilderment to extreme disgust and pain.

"puff--!"

He suddenly spat out everything in his mouth and, without any regard for his image, swore:

"Holy crap! Is this pig slop?!"

The cake had a gorgeous exterior, but its interior contained a mixture of indescribable flavors.

It tasted like expired flavoring, a cloyingly sweet and strange mix of cheap honey and some weird plant root.

The texture is sticky and chewy, like chewing wax.

In comparison, the roasted insects that Shia and I shared in Gray Street, sprinkled with coarse salt, were simply a delicacy!

The banquet hall fell silent once again.

Only the sound of Lin Gui spitting out the remaining bits of food was exceptionally clear.