Uriel slowly stepped out of the white carriage while holding Cecilia's hand gently as she descended beside him with careful movements.
The warm sunlight fell softly across his golden hair while the white robes of the church moved lightly beneath the wind.
And the moment he appeared…The entire front gate fell into complete silence.
Even the servants who had prepared themselves mentally beforehand still froze slightly after seeing him directly.
Because honestly…It was very difficult to look away from him.
His face carried a calm beauty that almost did not feel real while his peaceful smile alone made the heavy atmosphere soften naturally.
Even without his title, even without the church, and even without the holy robes…
People would still notice him immediately in any crowd…because he looked strangely untouchable.
Like someone painted inside an old holy story.
Meanwhile….Ciel was fighting for her life.
Inside her head.
'My god…He's even prettier up close…'
