The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 315: Dream wedding


It was the old grandmother who presided over Annan's wedding.

This should be the first and possibly the last wedding hosted by a righteous **** in human history.

But the old grandmother’s wedding was completely different from what Annan had imagined——

The old grandmother did not recite any prayers, nor did she bless the two newlyweds, nor did she ask "if you are willing to accept the other party."

She just told them plainly about the identities and achievements of the two people - what they had done, what talents they had, what enemies they had defeated, and what kind of outstanding people they were.

Then the old grandmother took out a dark dice.

She tossed it up gently, and light oozed from all six sides of the dice at the same time. The figures of Annan and Kafni suddenly disappeared.

The space at the wedding venue turned into a gorgeous sea of ​​silver-purple flowers in the blink of an eye. It was a garden cultivated by a certain generation of Popes of Sir Silver and blessed by Sir Silver.

This appearance is similar to that of a rose, with almost transparent pure white petals. Through the translucent petals, which are almost luminous in the sunlight, one can vaguely see the violet branches and leaves.

The sea of ​​pure flowers intertwined with white and purple is swaying in the wind.

The girl wearing a black gauze dress with moth patterns was sitting quietly in the garden. Her black curly hair hangs down to her shoulders, her face is delicate and cute, and she has a little baby fat on her cheeks.

Kafni's black leather boots were taken off and placed neatly beside her.

Her almost crystal white feet stepped on a platform padded with white petals. Her legs were pressed together, a drawing board was placed on her thighs, and her skirt was rolled up, revealing her white calves.

She raised her head and stared straight into the sun. The crimson pupils shone like glass in the summer sun.

Standing next to her was the young Annan with black shoulder-length hair.

Annan was wearing a heavy robe that looked completely different from Kafni's. It was white fur embroidered with complicated silver patterns. A circle of white fur near the hood protected Annan's neck, making Annan look furry.

Compared with the confused Kafni, Annan's pupils were deep and cold, like a bottomless ice lake. Even though he looks only seven or eight years old, he is still exuding a cold air.

Behind him, stood a skinny old man. The old man has sunken cheeks, deep eye sockets, and sparse hair. He wears pure black slim-fitting short clothes like mourning clothes, with his hands behind his back.

It looks like Annan’s shadow.

The maid stood far away, reaching out her hand as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated, but in the end she said nothing. Because the old man behind Annan glanced at her slightly, the maid lady was silent.

"What you are looking at is the sun," Annan's cold and plain voice sounded, "or... Mr. Yao?"

"It's Mr. Yao."

Kafni replied obediently.

She turned back and stared at Annan.

The moment she saw Annan, her pupils trembled slightly.

The black-haired girl shrank her legs in fear, changed her sitting posture from hugging her knees to sitting on her knees, and tucked her calves under her skirt. It's like feeling cold.

"Cold wind, bitter winter, cold lake water...even though it is cold, it does not condense into ice..."

Kafni murmured: "And the light hidden at the bottom of the dark lake..."

Hearing this, Annan, who was just looking down at the girl like a god, suddenly frowned.

"...Light?"

"I can see it, it's such a bright light."

Kafni looked into Annan's eyes and said firmly and seriously: "In the darkest place, there is the brightest light. It is a gentler light than Mr. Yao."

After hearing this, Annan was finally moved.

He was silent for a moment and stepped forward.

Annan squatted down and held Kaifuni's hand, and his index finger silently clasped Kaifuni's wrist. Annan's left hand, as if caressing Kaifuni's cheek, rested on her neck.

--Actually, that's technology used for lie detection.

"What's your name?"

he asked.

"...Kafni. Kafni Noah."

Kafni replied.

Compared with Annan's behavior, Kafni was even more surprised that when her cold hand was held by Annan, it turned out to be the warmer one.

When Annan's fingers crossed her neck and cheeks, she felt a chill that made her want to squeeze her neck. Like a cold knife.

Instinctively, she gently clamped Annan's hand with her neck.

Although it was extremely cold...but in her pupils, there was light inside the ice that made her heart beat. She instinctively didn't want Annan to withdraw his hand, but she didn't clamp her neck tightly - that was to the extent that Annan would not feel hindered as long as he wanted to withdraw his hand.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable when you are so cold?"

Kafni asked softly.

This is obviously not asking whether Annan feels cold. Therefore Annan did not reply to her.

Annan's eyes fell on the drawing board on Kafni's lap.

Like blood, like flames, like the setting sun...the sky and the flower fields.

"Is this the future you see?"

Annan asked.

That didn't seem to be a question, it was just a confirmation of one's own thoughts.

Kafni hummed softly.

Annan closed his eyes gently, seeming to be thinking about something.

He lowered his head, only a punch away from Kaifuni's cheek.

"Stand up, Kafni," Annan declared, "I will take you to defeat that future."

"...am I serving as your witness?"

"You are my friend..."

Annan replied.

Then the scene gradually faded away.

In the place of the originally young Annan and Kaifni, the appearance of Annan and Kaifni as teenagers now appears. Their movements were almost exactly the same as in the illusion.

But Kaifni was not wearing that black gauze dress.

Instead, she wore a long white dress.

Long white gloves covering the elbows. Under the fluffy white skirt are the same pure white stockings with complex hollow patterns. Kafni's slightly curly waist-length black hair is hanging loose, with a small crystal crown on her head.

And Annan was wearing a long white dress ~IndoMTL.com~ He looked almost exactly the same as when he first met Kaifni. Only there was a white frost animal skin cloak behind him, and his hands were also covered with gloves.

Annan's long white hair is even longer than Kafni's. Just spread out behind him.

He still kept holding Kaifuni's hand and cupping Kaifuni's cheek. Just like in the fantasy world.

"...is my lover."

He replied: "You are my eternal daughter, the immortal light. You are my shadow, the light cast in my shadow——"

Following Annan's words.

He let go of Kaifni's hand, held her exposed back, lowered his head and kissed her.

At the moment they kissed, the shadow behind Kafni and the light under Annan's feet twisted and blended together - blooming in the room with a radiance like a rotating starry sky lamp.

As people watched in amazement and astonishment——

As an increasingly intense light burst out from behind Annan, a pair of huge wings suddenly opened behind Kafeni.

Those are wings with shadow-like roots and pure white feathers that give people a soft feeling. Countless feathers were floating in the sky, and a feather fell in front of each of the wedding guests.

This was Kaifni's grateful return gift.

Her blood-red pupils also completely faded away at this moment - turning into pupilless eyes as pure as purple gemstones and as night-like.

Seeing this scene, the corners of the old grandmother's mouth raised slightly.

The so-called wedding... itself is one of the most primitive ceremonies.

The ritual used to complete the apostleship can be said to be the best.

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