Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill - Chapter 464:We Need To Show Him Right?
Chapter 464:We Need To Show Him Right?
“That announcement came from Duke Lancelot himself.”
A tense silence spread across the room.
One of the nobles suddenly let out a sharp laugh.
“Amber is going to marry him?”
“Marry that frontier war dog?”
“Cough..He is from Ruthiana.”someone corrected.
“Fuck off.”he snorted.
Another man clenched his jaw tightly.
“That backwater Marquise?”
His voice carried open disdain.
A third noble crushed his wine glass slightly in his hand while reading the letter again. The glass cracked faintly under the pressure of his grip.
Amber had always been admired among many young nobles. She was known not only for her beauty but also for her strength and noble lineage as the daughter of Duke Lancelot.
Several of the men in that room had once hoped to pursue her.Now she had chosen someone from Ruthiana.
Someone they barely considered part of the noble circle.
One of the younger nobles cursed under his breath.
“Damn that bastard…”
Another noble spoke with irritation while throwing the letter back on the table.
“What does he even have besides battlefield luck?”
The first noble leaned back slowly in his chair.
His eyes burned with anger.
“Amber… you chose this man, right?”
He stared at the letter again while his fingers tapped slowly on the table.
“Then I will show you how wrong that choice is.”
The others looked toward him.
“What are you planning?” someone asked curiously.
The young noble slowly stood up.
His movements were calm, but there was a dangerous look in his eyes.
“That Ruthiana hero climbed too fast.”
He picked up the letter and crushed it lightly in his hand.
“People like him forget their place.”
Another noble smirked slightly while leaning back in his chair.
“You want to challenge him?”
“Something like that,” the young noble replied.
“But not immediately.”
He walked toward the tall window and looked outside at the dark streets of the noble district. The lanterns along the roads glowed softly while carriages passed through the night.
“If Amber really chose him, then let the entire noble circle see what kind of man she chose.”
A faint smile slowly appeared on his face.Coldness and arrogance flashed on her face.
“Since it is an invitation,” he added calmly, “let’s go there.”
One of the others laughed quietly.
“And then?”
The young noble’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Then we will humiliate him.”
The room slowly filled with quiet laughter.
Several nobles raised their glasses again while exchanging mocking smiles.
“To this newly proclaimed Arcadia Marquise,” one of them said while lifting his wine glass.
“Let’s see how long he survives among real nobles.”
The others clinked their glasses together while the laughter echoed softly through the luxurious chamber.
None of them realized that the man they were planning to mock had already survived far worse battles than noble pride and court politics.
….
Two months passed in the blink of an eye as both sides busied themselves for the wedding.
The day of the wedding arrived quietly at the Duke’s estate.
Unlike the grand ceremonies held in the capital, this marriage was simple but solemn. The large courtyard of the estate had been carefully cleaned and decorated with banners of Arcadia and the crest of Blanks.
Fresh flowers had been brought from nearby valleys and arranged around the stone pillars. Long wooden tables were placed around the open square, and servants moved quietly while preparing the celebration that would follow the ceremony.
Soldiers stood in neat rows along the sides of the courtyard.
Many of them had fought beside Ethan in recent battles, and their faces carried both pride and excitement. Some of them whispered to each other while trying not to disturb the solemn atmosphere.
The winter sun shone gently across the stone walls as the ceremony began.
At the center of the courtyard stood a small altar prepared by the temple priest. Soft incense smoke rose slowly into the cold air while faint prayers echoed quietly.
Ethan stood there wearing formal attire rather than armor for once. His dark ceremonial coat carried the insignia of a Marquise, and his posture remained straight and calm. Even though he had faced countless battles, there was still a faint tension in his expression.
Across the courtyard, Amber finally appeared.She walked slowly beside her brother Rake.
Her wedding dress was simple but elegant. The pale fabric flowed gently around her as she walked, and her long hair had been carefully tied back with silver ornaments that reflected the sunlight.
For a moment the entire courtyard fell quiet.
Many soldiers stared in surprise.
Even Ethan blinked slightly when he saw her approach.
Amber stopped beside him while Duke Lancelot stepped forward.
The old duke looked at Ethan carefully.
“You will take responsibility for her now,” he said calmly.
Ethan nodded respectfully.
“I will.”
Lancelot studied him for a moment and then gave a faint smile before stepping aside.
Meanwhile, Rake walked around Ethan and patted his shoulder.
“Can’t believe we are going to be brothers in law,” he said with a grin.
Then he leaned closer and whispered loudly enough for others to hear.
“I really pity you for marrying such a lass.”
Amber immediately shouted in annoyance.
“Father, see what brother is doing!”
Duke Lancelot frowned slightly.
“Rake, don’t cause nuisance today,” he warned coldly.
Rake raised both hands in surrender.
“Alright, alright.”
He turned as if to leave but suddenly paused and looked at Ethan again.
“Still, Ethan… you should be prepared,” he said in a lower tone.
“I am sure there is no way this wedding will go peacefully.”
Ethan frowned slightly while raising his eyes toward him, sensing the deeper meaning behind those words.
Not far away, several old soldiers who had served Duke Lancelot for decades stood together near the side of the courtyard.
Their eyes were already red from drinking.
One of them suddenly wiped his face with his sleeve.
“Ugh… our little lady has grown up,” he sniffed loudly.
Another old soldier nodded while clutching a wine cup.
“She is finally becoming a woman.”
“Our princess is leaving us.”
“Uuuuuuwuuuuu…”
Several of them began crying loudly while hugging each other.
One of them even raised his wine bottle dramatically.
“Our princess!”
“We watched her grow up!”
Duke Lancelot looked at them with clear annoyance.
“Damn it… cut the drama,” he said sharply.
The old soldiers quickly straightened their posture but continued wiping their eyes while pretending they were not crying.
