Belle nodded,"You've been doing well Leafia. It's good to see you in good spirits though your subordinates here seem a little...low levelled..." She mused.
Low levelled?
Was she insane?
Leafia's subordinates were all late or peak staged full gods, any of them could easily go to a country and they'd be treated as dukes.
Yet this girl considered them to be...low levelled?
What stage was she at then?
What intrigued the people even more was Leafia's use of 'Her Highness'.
It was obvious Belle was royalty, but what royalty.m, was the question.
Someone who was the teacher of a queen, held a position higher than the highest.
Truly mysterious.
The men who were trying to woo her just now felt embarrassment, bragging about how they were sons of marquises or dukes, how they were at the saint realm or how they had several women always by their side.
To Belle these things were like specks of dust compared to a realm.
Sons of nobility?
She was at the apex of nobility, the definition of nobility.
Saint realm?
Belle was the revolutioniser of strength, adding three more levels of strength to the already insane roster.
Several women?
Back when Bell was on the throne, billions of suitors came to her doorstep everyday, looking to meet her as a lucky opportunity.
Of course, this was when she was still in her 'man' form.
"Well, everyone rise, no need for pleasantries, let's all enjoy the party and betrothal of the Craw family and my disciple."
The hall rose, going back to their prior activities in obvious discomfort, often taking peeks at Belle and Leafia talking in a corner.
Belle had left after chatting for a while with Leafia, needing to get to Rica.
Then,the procession started.
Following in line with traditions of the Nature Hills realm, the door opened with Jamie dressed smartly in a tux, his parents by his side.
Together, the three walked down the aisle.
Reaching the pedestal, his parents took their seats while Jamie stood on the pedestal, anxiously awaiting Rica, standing next to the officiant.
Then, the maid of honour, Eleanor had stepped out, throwing flower petals, Rica and Belle, hand in hand, walking down the aisle, everyone watching.
Rica's white dress flowed behind her, dragging along the red carpet.
Belle pecked Rica on the cheek, a sign of acceptance of giving away a daughter to the groom, before taking her seat beside Jamie's parents.
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Legend of the Immortal
خيال (فانتازيا)The story follows a young boy, Bell Trinity who has lost his father. Through a series of unfortunate events, Bell somehow manages to kill an uncountable amount of innocents whilst trying to 'save the world' when really, he's the one destroying it. A...
