Chapter 208: Just Like the Wedding Between You and Me
He was about to say something, but Serie had already swiftly turned her gaze to the groom, who was waving to the crowd with the bride.
There was no such thing as being at a disadvantage in Serie's dictionary.
She raised her finger, pointing precisely at the figure in the black suit, and looked at Kurtz with the principle of fair exchange:
"Then, you have to wear that too."
Kurtz followed her finger and saw the well-tailored black suit on the groom.
Then, seeing the serious look on Serie's face, he was first stunned, then an even more ambiguous thought came to mind.
He leaned down slightly, close to Serie's ear, his breath brushing against it, and in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Then, I wear that, and you wear this." He pointed to the groom, then meaningfully gestured towards the bride. "Wouldn't it be like the two of us are having a wedding?"
Boom!
As soon as Kurtz's words fell, Serie's brain seemed to crash.
All her thoughts, all her rational analysis, all her principles of not suffering a loss—all disappeared without a trace.
Having a wedding?
Herself and Kurtz?
This thought, like the most powerful magic, instantly broke through all her mental defenses.
She had only been thinking about not being at a disadvantage herself, completely unaware of the deeper meaning represented by these two outfits combined.
Kurtz's lighthearted jest, however, accurately struck a hidden corner deep within her heart that she had never realized existed.
An indescribable feeling of panic began to spread, mixed with immense shyness and a deeper kind of warmth.
They rushed from her feet to the top of her head in an instant.
Serie felt her cheeks burning hot, inexplicably hot, and even her ears and neck grew incredibly hot. She abruptly lowered her head, trying to hide her instantly flushed cheeks beneath her flowing golden hair, but her increasingly erratic breathing betrayed her emotions.
Kurtz observed Serie's reaction.
Although he couldn't see her face because she had lowered her head, the mere sight of her flushed neck and ears already conveyed everything.
It seemed he was one step closer to his goal.
The little grandmaster, who didn't understand love, was gradually beginning to comprehend this emotion.
On the other side, Serie tried hard to control the tumultuous emotions in her heart, not letting them spill out even a little, wanting to maintain her usual composure.
But it was useless.
She could even feel Kurtz's gaze on her, that amused expression.
That gaze made her feel more at a loss than any high-level magic lock.
The noisy wedding scene seemed to recede instantly. Everything around them gradually disappeared, and the whole world was left with only her and the man beside her.
After a long while, long enough for the newlyweds to have already boarded their carriage and begun their city tour, long enough for the scattered petals to have landed on her shoulder, Serie finally managed to suppress the wave of shyness that almost overwhelmed her. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to raise her head.
The blush on her cheeks had not completely faded, but she tried to make her eyes appear calm and unwavering.
She looked at Kurtz, finding that he was still looking at her, his gaze so gentle.
Serie's heart rate accelerated uncontrollably once more.
She looked at Kurtz, at his eyes reflecting her current embarrassed state, and a thought surfaced with extreme clarity:
Was this man, what he just said, was it really just a simple joke?
Her voice was much softer than usual, and she asked cautiously:
"Are you serious?"
Her voice was very light, almost drowned out by the surrounding noise.
But Kurtz heard it clearly.
The smile on his face began to recede, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.
He didn't answer immediately, just gazed at her quietly.
His eyes filled entirely with her figure.
In Kurtz's world, there was only the elf before him, who had accompanied him for a thousand years, whose emotions were faint yet who had given all her exceptions to him, and who was now beginning to understand love.
Time seemed to freeze again.
But this time it didn't last too long, yet in Serie's eyes, it felt like an eternity.
She felt her heart pounding so fast it almost stopped, and she silently waited for Kurtz's answer.
Finally, Kurtz reacted.
He didn't answer with words, but reached out and picked up a pure white petal from Serie's golden hair.
His fingertips brushed against her still-burning earlobe, then he leaned down slightly, close to her ear:
"As long as you wish, Serie."
"Anytime."
Not "yes," nor "no."
But "as long as you wish."
An answer that put the choice back in her hands.
Serie was slightly stunned, and then a surge of joy and excitement overwhelmed all her tension and shyness.
As long as she wished?
An incredibly bright smile blossomed uncontrollably on her face.
At some point, the man's arm had quietly wrapped around her waist.
But Serie showed no intention of breaking free; she even began to lean a little closer towards him.
The lively wedding procession slowly passed by them, enjoying the praise and blessings of the onlookers.
And at the edge of the crowd, in an unnoticed corner, the little grandmaster nestled in the man's embrace.
There were no words between them; their millennium of tacit understanding and companionship was stronger than any words.
They embraced for a long time, long enough for the touring carriage to have returned to the small church entrance.
According to human wedding customs, an important moment was about to begin.
That was the bride turning her back to the crowd and throwing her bouquet. It was said that whoever caught the bouquet would be the next lucky person to find happiness.
The crowd instantly erupted, surging forward in excitement.
"What are they doing?" Serie lifted her head from Kurtz's shoulder, looking at the chaotic crowd ahead with puzzlement.
Hadn't these people already blessed the bride and groom? Why were they all crowding together again now? Could it be some mysterious ritual?
"Throwing the bouquet," Kurtz explained softly. "It's a custom. The person who catches the flowers is believed to be the next lucky one to find happiness." He paused. "It's a kind of beautiful blessing, I suppose."
Serie raised an eyebrow, noncommittally.
Happiness?
Could a bouquet of flowers decide such an ethereal thing?
She didn't believe it.
However, seeing the pure anticipation and excitement on the faces of those humans, she didn't say anything.
The bride on the stage took a deep breath, raised the pure white bouquet high in her hand, looking as if she was about to throw it.
The cheers from the crowd also reached their peak.
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