HBWnovel Chapter 482 482: The Great Wedding Heist
Chapter 482 482: The Great Wedding Heist
The notes of the Wedding March waned, and the boisterous blessings of the crowd gradually drowned out the sound of the piano.
Amidst her performance, Miluo released the pedal. She glanced back slightly, her gaze locking with Prankster Mita in the crowd.
The two of them exchanged a smile.
On the other side, Alain, who was still receiving Monika's clumsy blessings, suddenly heard the fading music slowly rise again.
The solemn and dignified Wedding March gradually became somewhat nondescript, the volume of the music swelling...
Alain looked toward Miluo's back as she played. Coincidentally, she stepped on the pedal at that exact moment, making the music even more bewildering.
As the ex-boyfriend of the genius Eldest Miss—Yang Wanhua—Alain had naturally heard her perform several piano pieces.
He understood that this was absolutely not the tune of the Wedding March.
Rather... it wasn't even a Mendelssohn piece.
He listened carefully. The prelude of the song was quite cheerful... possessing a continuous string of grace notes.
Very quickly, Alain found the answer:
The piece Miluo was currently playing was—the Can-Can.
But he remembered that he had only requested the teary-eyed Miluo to play the Wedding March...
Could it be that this was a musical piece Miluo was specially gifting to him?
"Heh heh heh~"
Just as Alain couldn't figure out Miluo's intentions, the sound of a scoffing laugh spread from the skies above the Grand Auditorium, becoming an embellishment to the Can-Can.
Alain looked in the direction of the sound, discovering that Prankster Mita, who should have been wearing an evening gown, had climbed up to the second floor of the Grand Auditorium at some point, and was looking down at everyone present.
And for some reason, she had changed into a gorgeous wedding dress.
Alain suddenly felt a phantom ache in his teeth...
"Did you all think it would end just like this?" She looked down arrogantly at everyone in the venue.
In an instant, Millie seemed to realize something and shouted in disbelief,
"C-Could it be! Yang Wanhua actually didn't die, and she found another way to invade the Game World!!!"
The hat-wearing maiden's words caused everyone present to raise their guard.
The bride, Misha, walked out, looking slightly worried. "Millie, can you explain in detail?"
"Mhm... According to the deduction of the Great Detective—Millie!"
Phew~
A targeting scope instantly appeared on her wristwatch. The actions of aiming and firing were completed in one breath. She shot a stream from a water gun, hitting Alain squarely in the neck.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
"This is the sense of ritual for a deduction! Bro, keep your voice down!" Millie put on a pair of glasses that reflected a white light source.
"Actually, Yang Wanhua didn't die. Or rather... her death in Reality was nothing more than a feigned death! All for the sake of stalling for time for a certain plan."
Millie looked up, gazing at Prankster Mita on the second floor.
"And her plan... unexpectedly, is to possess the body of a certain Mita—an Impure World Reincarnation! Thereby launching a new round of invasion against Mita City!
"I'm not wrong, am I? Prankster Mita... no."
Millie's gaze toward Prankster Mita instantly turned sharp.
"Yang Wanhua."
The voices of everyone present instantly ceased.
Alain silently drew his greatsword.
Mina's face was ghastly pale; the words "I want to kill someone" were practically written on her face. Her electric saw was ready at any moment.
"Tch... I originally wanted to give Alain the 'Hatchet' treatment. Looks like I can't do it now." Mila drew her tachi.
"Just as well... my mood is also terrible today." Cool Mita pulled out a baseball bat from who-knows-where, weighing it in her hand.
Beside the worried Short-Haired Mita was Misha, who was comforting her.
"It's okay, Big Sister. We will definitely save her!"
"Mhm, mhm... Prankster..." Big Sister cried.
Miluo's hands playing the piano trembled, barely managing to avoid a wrong note... she steeled herself and continued playing.
Meanwhile, Prankster Mita on the second floor...
Looking at everyone pointing their weapons at her, she was currently panicked. Very panicked.
Even when she was caught by her Big Sister stealing the 'Failed Works Gauntlet' for Alain, she hadn't been this panicked.
She glanced at the dozen or so wedding dresses neatly arranged behind her. This was her actual plan for today—
To turn Alain's wedding into a [Collective Wedding].
"I-It seems... I caused trouble?"
Just how much trouble can one person cause?
Five minutes later...
Smack, smack, smack!!!
"Prankster! You guy!! You actually pulled a stunt like this at Alain's wedding!!!"
Short-Haired Mita dragged her own little sister over, placed her over her lap, and then heavily spanked her bottom.
One hit, two hits! Three hits!!!
"Wuwuwu... Sister, I was wrong, I was wrong! Don't hit me..."
Prankster Mita personally performed a Sonata Pathétique for everyone.
Miluo, her eyes red, was also receiving Misha's lecture.
"You, ah, Miluo! You actually colluded with Prankster Mita?"
"Misha Big Sister..." It was Miluo's 'Little Star' offensive.
Unfortunately, Misha was not Alain. She dodged the torrent of sparkly eyes just by turning her head.
"Today, your homework is doubled!"
"Eh?" Miluo, sorrow.
Monika, dressed in a suit, leaned in the corner.
"It really is lively. I originally thought the wedding would be a bit more solemn."
Tap, tap, tap...
Alain walked to her side, looking at the weeping Prankster Mita with a hint of sympathy.
"Lively is good. I still hope that everyone won't be constrained by rules and just display their true selves."
He looked at Prankster Mita and Miluo, smiling.
He had already said everything he needed to advise.
Big Sister said "This is a part of education," so Alain had no way to intervene.
Misha also said "Alain, you spoil Miluo too much!", leaving him speechless.
"As expected of you." Monika gazed at his side profile, smiling faintly.
Then, the conversation turned.
"So, how does it feel after truly breaking up?"
Alain did not respond. Instead, he looked up, gazing at the bright light filtering through the stained glass.
"Since then, three days have already passed."
He was very certain that the Yang Wanhua he met in Reality had died.
But could that have been a new clone of hers? No one could say for sure.
Her actions were bewildering. No one knew if she was truly dead, or if it was truly a "feigned death" as Millie said.
Perhaps, she was still quietly watching from somewhere right now.
"The feeling of breaking up... I feel light as a feather."
He finally responded to Monika's query.
The latter smiled beautifully. "It's good that you can look past it. I thought you would be sad because of her passing."
"I won't. I only have hatred for her. And now..." A white particle drifted leisurely in front of him.
Alain reached out and grasped it; the particle vanished in an instant.
"The person is dead; the debt is cancelled."
Monika looked at him, so devoid of confusion, and understood she had overthought it. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"That is good."
"By the way." He happened to have some questions about Monika's recent situation.
"How have you been lately?"
"Hm? It's... alright, I guess." Monika was somewhat surprised that Alain asked about her, tucking her hair behind her ear.
When he brought up this topic, the two tacitly lowered their volume.
"Are you adapting to the work at the City Hall?"
"Mhm..." Monika nodded gently, cracking a small joke. "The current me is the second-in-command of the City Hall, helping the Dream Mitas with resource distribution and housing allocation, and I've even built quite a few entertainment facilities."
Monika raised her head, looking at the Mitas.
"Sometimes I think, my life now is just like a dream; it is exactly what I pursued.
"Without Yang Wanhua's constraints, I can do what I want to do... This is freedom."
Alain said, "Just don't go seizing power one day, staging a coup the next, and ruling over Mita City on the third."
"I wouldn't." She turned her face away as if nothing happened, secretly adding a sentence: "Not right now."
"...Did you just say something you shouldn't have?"
"How is that possible? You heard wrong."
"Alright." Alain didn't mind. "If you have any difficulties, you can come to me for help."
Monika looked at him with some surprise. "Actually being so warmhearted... Then should I really seize power?"
"Then I will personally drag you down from the throne... Just kidding."
He exchanged a smile with the maiden; both understood these were harmless jokes.
"Alright, let's not talk about this for now." Monika patted his shoulder. "Your crisis isn't over yet."
After saying this, the maiden pointed ahead.
Alain followed the direction of her fingertip and discovered...
The Mitas were agonizing over the pile of wedding dresses brought by Prankster Mita.
But under Millie's lead, they quickly stopped agonizing.
A mere minute later, over a dozen maidens wearing wedding dresses simultaneously cast their gazes toward Alain.
"Sir Knight, Miluo is coming!"
Miluo took the first step, pouncing over.
The size of the wedding dress was too large, and her modest curves were somewhat unable to be covered, so Alain had to help her cover up.
He smiled. "You, ah."
"And us too~"
Alain looked towards the voice.
He saw that, apart from Mina's jealousy and Misha's bitter smile, the other maidens had formed a beautiful row.
Although the aesthetic wedding dresses had no musical accompaniment, the silent blessings of the Mitas rang out.
"Come on!" Millie, at the front, waved her hand high, revealing a glimpse of a fair armpit with slight folds and sparkling beads of sweat.
"This is a wedding that belongs to us!!!"
The Mitas bustled together, gathering around Alain.
"W-Why do I have to participate in the wedding too!" Cute Mita's face was flushed red as she looked at the wedding dress on her body...
"Alright, the important thing is participation!" Cool Mita smiled, offering words of persuasion.
In the corner, Mina watched this harmonious scene indignantly, her face so dark it could almost drip water.
"What is this... My wedding doesn't have a solemn atmosphere at all."
"Heh~ What kind of solemn atmosphere did you want? Being relaxed like this is what Alain likes." Misha took two glasses of orange juice and handed one to Mina.
The latter accepted it and took a small sip.
"I'm still a bit unaccustomed to this kind of vibe."
"You'll get used to it very soon."
After Misha said this, the two fell into silence.
They each held the orange liquid, watching the maidens frolic.
After a long while, Mina spoke.
"I'm sorry."
"?" Misha turned her head to look at her in confusion, finding it somewhat funny. "What's with you all of a sudden?"
"Nothing." Mina shook her head. "I just wanted to say sorry."
The maiden turned her head away, not letting Misha see her somewhat burning expression, and added in a voice as quiet as a mosquito's buzz,
"About... the matter of locking you in the dungeon."
Misha stared blankly at her.
The long-haired maiden found it hard to imagine that this was the Crazy Mita who had once imprisoned her in the basement.
Misha tried to equate the image of Crazy Mita with this blushing, apologizing Mina before her eyes...
And found she simply couldn't do it.
She stared blankly for a long while, unknowingly thinking of something, and then pursed her lips in a light smile.
This too was... Alain's credit.
He truly changed a lot of things.
Turning despair into hope, making a morbid love sincere...
This was Alain. Something only he could do.
Misha leaned against a pillar, her small hand stroking the texture of the column.
"It's nothing, I stopped being angry long ago. Hmm~ If I were to describe my current inner feelings..."
Mina looked over curiously. Misha, however, added with a wicked smile,
"It looks like I won~"
"...Hah?" In an instant, the shy Mina ceased to exist, and that Crazy Mita seemed to reappear in the world.
"I think you haven't been locked up enough, right? Do you need me to chain you up nearby to watch the next time I kiss Alain?"
"...Those words of yours are really unpleasant." Misha forced a smile, frowning.
"I originally thought I could change my opinion of you. Sure enough... I still hate you."
"Hmph~ The feeling is mutual!"
In another corner of the auditorium, after Monika's brief conversation with Alain, she secretly observed the maidens who were Mitas.
Watching that group of beautiful maidens with fair complexions actually showing tendencies to come to blows over fighting for a groom.
For a moment, Monika's heart presented a certain sense of superiority, like "everyone is drunk but I am sober."
Along with a trace of inexplicable emotion.
She pursed her lips, unsure where exactly this emotion stemmed from.
Was it because she couldn't blend in with the Mitas, or something else?
"Forget it, these aren't important anymore."
She smiled bitterly.
Just then, a small head quietly slipped into her line of sight.
"Eh? Isn't this Monika Big Sister?" It was the Mita named Miluo.
She seemed to have temporarily left Alain's embrace, holding a bit of dessert in her hand.
Monika held good will toward this Mita who loved calling her "Big Sister".
"That's right, little sister Miluo. Is there something you want from Big Sister?"
"Mhm, Miluo actually has a question."
Miluo handed the cake to Monika; Monika waved her hand and did not accept it.
"Why didn't Monika Big Sister go play with Alain together?"
The girl turned her head, looking at Alain who was responding to everyone with a wry smile.
Monika also looked over.
The maidens were tightly crowded around Alain, leaving not a single shred of space to occupy.
"Hmm~" Monika didn't really mind the little one's doubt, perfunctorily answering, "Probably because there's no place for me to occupy, right?"
"Oh..." Miluo seemed to half-understand.
Watching the back of the girl trotting away from her, Monika touched her forehead, lamenting whether she had a fever today...
Why was she always saying strange things.
"Everyone!!!"
At this moment, Miluo's high-pitched voice drifted over, attracting the attention of everyone in the venue.
She held a brand new wedding dress in one hand, and a microphone in the other.
Miluo looked at Monika.
And for some reason, the latter secretly said "Oh no" in her heart!
"Monika Big Sister, she also wants to go to Sir Knight's side, please make some room!"
In an instant, the gazes of the entire process turned toward Monika.
Being watched, Monika felt her scalp tingle, and her face turned so red it could almost drip magma.
This little brat! What exactly is she saying!!!
Subsequently, a large patch of soft fabric flew over, obstructing her vision.
She grabbed the object to look, only to discover...
"W-Wedding dress?"
"That's right!" Miluo, holding the microphone, laughed. "When Prankster Mita Big Sister and I were preparing the wedding dresses, of course we prepared your share too, Monika Big Sister!"
"...Eh?"
She responded in a daze.
At this time, the Mita maidens instantly cast curious gazes at her.
Alain too.
Everyone in the venue was curious if she would put it on.
"T-This... This definitely can't be worn—" Halfway through her words, her female intuition quickly understood that those gazes had suddenly shifted...
The Mitas looked at her like they were looking at a woman with no sense of fun.
Monika lowered her head, pondering for a moment...
And finally deflated.
"Fine, fine... I'll wear it, I'll wear it, okay!"
The helpless Monika ultimately put on the wedding dress.
She also joined in the maidens' laughter and chatter.
"Everyone, do you want to take a photo?" A camera appeared in Millie's hand.
Subsequently, following Millie's steps, the Mitas gathered in the center of the auditorium.
"Cute Mita, move away a bit, the position beside Alain is mine!"
"Hah? Cool Mita, is your love-brain acting up again?"
"Alright, alright! Everyone smile!" Millie pressed the timer button and quickly ran back to the group.
"Chee—se~" Everyone blossomed like a flower around Alain.
He also raised a V-sign toward the camera.
Walking this entire journey. There were complaints, there was joy, there was haggardness, there was despair, and there was hope.
But what was never missing, was them.
Click—
The shutter sound. The photo was automatically ejected from the camera, and drifted toward the street with the wind.
"Ah, the photo ran away!"
"Forget it, forget it, let's take another one."
On this photo that secretly slipped away, their smiling faces were forever frozen in this instant.
But this would not be their last photo.
"One more! Ready! Cheese!"
Click!
(End of Book)
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