Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Wedding Day

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Abela stared at her face in the mirror. This woman is really pretty. Abela murmured in the heart. Bridal clothes are attached beautifully to her body, veil that covers part of her face does not hinder her beauty at all.

Abela looked at Anna her teary servant. Why does the boy always seem to cry after he dresses him up.

"Why do you always cry after you beat me up?" ask Abela.

"No. It's just, madam looks beautiful." Anna answered with a smile.

Abela snorted at the comment. Of course she knew this face was very pretty. But he did not argue with the waiter.

Today though outside he looked calm, but his heart did not stop pounding. Many times he took a short breath. They were only married for formality but somehow she felt tense.

Abela looked at Orlando who was ready near the horse carriage. The boy was fourteen years old. And he looks more like a gentleman. Abela smiled faintly as Orlando stretched out his hand to help Abela up the horse carriage.

Abela rested her stiff back. The view outside the window caught his attention. The street somehow looks more boisterous than usual.

"What makes these people so excited?" abela asked slowly to herself.

"Mom's right" answered Orlando.

Abela gave his attention to Orlando. The blue eyes of the young man shone under the sunlight that slipped into the carriage.

"You look handsome" murmured Abela.

That compliment made Orlando's face glow red. The young man turned his face. Looked embarrassed. Anela commented with a smile, today maybe she can ease her burden by granting this child a wish.

'Hey Abela, you're just gonna leave?' abela asked in her heart. Either on her own, or on Abela who may still be left in this body. Abela closed her eyes for a moment. Then opened it again when he felt his carriage stop.

Abela turned her head towards Orlando who was looking at her. I don't know what the kid was thinking.

"Thank you" muttered Orlando.

"For what?" ask Abela slowly.

"Had done this for me" Orlando replied. Orlando did not avoid Abela's gaze. He still looked at Abela seriously. Abela reviews the smile.

"Sama-sama," Abela murmured softly.

They stopped their conversation as the horse carriage door opened. Orlando went down first and waited for his mother at the door, to help his mother down.

Abela slowly descended, her hands still clasping Orlando. They walked among the cheers of those who came. Abela slightly sighed as she was about to enter the temple.

Abela knew her heart was pounding again. Not just because of nervousness. But because of the person who was waiting for him. The groom, not the groom. Abela gulped as her hand greeted Armand's helping hand. They turned around and faced the statue of the god. Abela was not sure what God would bless this marriage. He never knew them. Except God sucks that brought him back to life.

When the bride's pledge is finished, it is read. They officially became husband and wife. As Abela was supposed to be the new mistress in the Armand residence. Abela was a little envious when she put her signature on Abela's name. The place is forever open to hers. Everything still felt far from hers even though she knew Armand was kissing her lips gently.

As they moved their heads away, Abela briefly looked at Armand who whispered to Arabela without a sound. It left him stunned and stunned for quite a while.

A sound of explosion was heard outside the temple. All the nobles present at their wedding ran away. Abela was not sure what had happened but she clearly saw that Estonian Calix was already nearby and dispelled anything that attempted to attack her directly.

Armand pulled him behind his back and blocked him with his large body. Abela even sees Mossie already in her monster mode. Scaring the crowd, Mossie stood beside Orlando who had already pulled out his sword.

A foul smell spread unbearably as one black-robed figure suddenly appeared in their midst with a laughing voice that sounded like the voice of an old woman. Abela swallowed her saliva. His body was already so rotten like that. And why Lyra's still hanging in there.

That figure, attacking anyone and anything around him.

"Give me back !" say that figure loudly. I don't know why his voice resonated in this room.

And along with that, several cloaked figures appeared as well and attacked. Some spread and attacked people. Calix advanced forward the moment one of them lunged at him. Armand was still in his standing position.

Armand flinch to protect Abela. Somehow he felt guilty for not having any ability to resist or take refuge. Abela could see Bastian and Cesar - the crown prince - making matching moves to fight the figures that suddenly came.

Abela is grateful that the King or Queen is not here. Armand had already grasped his sword with one hand. His eyes looked seriously at the entire temple area that was used as a dueling arena. Abela passed Armand's shoulder staring at his body staring at him. The laughter sounded again. As it floated, the figure approached Armand and threw many incantation attacks that Armand was agitating with his sword.

"My body ..." said the figure a little horribly.

"Lye !" call Abela with all her might. He was indeed not that close to Wilhemn's daughter. But still, aren't they spending a little bit of time together.

"Lye !" call Abela again. The figure of course heard and stopped his attack. But suddenly a grin rose on his sinister face that was half old and half young.

Abela somehow felt a bad feeling. He looks around and only finds Orlando left behind by Mossie.

As a dazzling white light attacked Armand again. Armand slightly closed his eyes. But not with Abela. His att.i.tence was still on Orlando who was panting while grasping the sword in both of his hands. And a black light was thrown towards Orlando quickly.

Abela didn't know, she just followed what her body was doing. He jumped and ran as fast as he could. Either time goes by or his slow run. Abela felt she did not have the energy to get there first.

All he knew when time seemed to stop for him was when he saw Orlando's blue eyes staring at him. Her eyes widened because of the shock she felt. Those eyes from the morning were seriously staring at him in the horse carriage. The blue light is getting lost. And the sound of his body falling on Abela's ear.

"Orlando ...." Abela screamed still trying to run. Towards the body of his fallen son.

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