The next day.
The wedding celebration was already lively once more. Songs echoed across the second day of festivity, and the courtyard was packed with guests—nobles, elves, dignitaries, and their entourages.
But away from the crowd, near the edge of the estate, under the dappled light filtering through tall silverleaf trees...
Javier was already mounted on his Pekko, Buddy. The large orange bird puffed his chest proudly as if sensing something important was about to happen.
Not far from him, Liana and Gloria stood in front of their parents.
"We're going now, Mother. Father," Gloria said with a polite bow to her elven father and her human mother.
"I'll send a letter to you all later."
Her voice was calm, but a subtle fondness lingered in her gaze.
Genevieve, her mother, was already sniffling. "My baby girl… going back to Armand… sob sob…"
"Mother…" Gloria gave a small sigh but didn't stop her from clinging.
