"Are you nervous?" Rhea asked, gently adjusting Valerie's dress.
The violet-haired bride took a deep breath. "Yes... a little bit."
It was understandable. After all, today, she was going to become a bride.
The bride of her Lord.
It had all happened so suddenly. Just a few days after their parents' funeral, her Lord had proposed to her—asking her to marry him.
She was stunned. But even then, rejecting him never crossed her mind.
So, she nodded. With a quiet, trembling smile.
And now, here they were, in the church—Valerie getting ready for the ceremony.
She glanced at the pink-haired girl kneeling before her and softly asked,
"Hey... how are you holding up?"
Rhea paused for a moment, flinching slightly. Then she resumed fixing the hem of the gown.
During the ambush, every place even slightly connected to Austin was attacked. Rudolph's home, Sebastian's family—it was as if someone searched through Austin's head to dig out those names.
The Academy was one of them.
