Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil
chapter-1831

"There's only one way for you to get access to those spies then."

Shaai hesitated to speak for some time. She turned her head towards the window and lost eye contact with Eren before speaking in a low tone.

"You… You can marry the existing grand witch of the coven and then submit your covenant of marriage to the coven administration.

You'd have almost the same rights as a grand witch of the Darkmoon Fellowship after that," she said, feeling a bit awkward for some reason.

"I see," a smile bloomed on Eren's face as he said his next words. "That's the quickest way, indeed." he clapped his hands together and said in excitement.

"Let's get married then."

***

Two weeks later.

The enchanting forest venue within the Darkmoon Fellowship coven was bustling with activity on this day.

This was the venue of the marriage ceremony set under the expansive canopy of ancient trees.

The air was thick with the scent of magical herbs and the ambiance was set with the soft glow of enchanted lights.

The marriage ceremony was supposed to take place beneath a colossal banyan tree, its roots spreading wide and intertwining with the earth, giving an ethereal vibe to the venue.

The massive trunk of the tree bore the sacred engravings of the Goddess Two Lips, depicted in ancient and divine runes.

The symbol represented the divine feminine essence, a source of power and wisdom revered by all the witches and warlocks within the coven.

Guests, donned in various fantasy ensembles, filled the forest-like venue. There were various tents erected by the coven, serving various purposes.

The theme dictated a mesmerizing array of outfits, from flowing gowns adorned with intricate sigils to warlocks clad in mysterious robes, each person reflecting the magical diversity within the coven.

Of course, this was not what the witches and warlocks wore regularly. These were just special clothes for special occasions. All of them were trying to stick to the customs of the old.

Some guests wore masks, adding an air of mystery to the celebration.

The groom, Jolly Jalen, stood tall in pristine white attire, representing purity and the beginning of a new chapter. His outfit was embellished with subtle magical motifs that shimmered with every movement.

On the other hand, the bride, Shaai Sena, donned a striking black gown, symbolizing the power and mystery of the witches.

As the ceremony began, the air resonated with enchanting melodies played by a soothing orchestra, blending traditional and magical instruments.

The music echoed through the ancient trees, adding a touch of mystical yet natural grace to the atmosphere, a contrast in existence.

Whispers of surprise and speculation fluttered through the enchanted air as guests exchanged hushed conversations.

The news of Grand Elder Witch Shaai Sena's marriage to Jolly Jalen, a figure largely unknown to many present, became the reason for the birth of many theories and discussions.

"It's a mission, mark my words. Shaai doesn't do anything without a purpose," one witch declared confidently, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Marrying Jolly is just the beginning of some grand plan. I can feel it."

Others, however, leaned toward a more romantic interpretation. "Do you see the way they look at each other? That's not just a mission; that's genuine affection," a warlock chimed in, emphasizing the subtle nuances of the ceremony. "Maybe Shaai has found true love."

The mysterious aura surrounding Jolly Jalen added fuel to the speculative fire. "Who is this Jolly, anyway? I've never heard of him," a young witch whispered to her companion, eyes scanning the crowd for any clues. It was apparent that she was not a member of the coven. "It's like he appeared out of thin air."

A seasoned elder offered her perspective, "I've been part of this coven for the last seven centuries, and this is the first time I couldn't predict a marriage between the two lovebirds. What's more? I can't recall Jolly ever interacting with that lass Shaai to such an extent. This indeed feels... unusual. And rushed."

As guests sipped enchanted wines and indulged in magical delicacies, theories continued to circulate.

Some postulated that Jolly possessed unique abilities, explaining his sudden prominence in Shaai's life as well as his meteoric rise in the coven's hierarchy.

Others believed it to be a stroke of sheer luck for Jolly to capture the heart of the formidable Grand Elder Witch.

"He must have some extraordinary qualities," a mature witch marveled, watching the newlyweds share a dance. "Or perhaps, there's more to Jolly than meets the eye." She bit her lips as she looked at Jolly.

This mature witch had previously met Jolly and interacted with him. She hadn't paid him much attention after their brief chats. Though he was handsome, she didn't find him attractive enough.

However, now that grand elder Shaai had claimed this man for herself, she too wanted a piece of him in some form. It was weird, she thought to herself as well. She started to want to spend time with him only after the other witch had established the claim. Was this the mystical power or marriage Jolly was surrounded with?

Amidst the magical celebration, uncertainty and curiosity lingered, creating an air of mystery around the union of Shaai Sena and Jolly Jalen.

***

Beneath the sprawling branches of the ancient banyan tree, bathed in the mystical glow of moonlight, Shaai Sena stood with elegance and authority.

The whispers of enchanted leaves overhead seemed to accentuate the gravity of the moment as she gazed into the eyes of her groom, Jolly Jalen.

With a voice that carried the weight of centuries, Shaai began her vows.

"Jolly Jalen, in the presence of the Goddess Two Lips, the gathered members of my coven, and all the guests, I vow to be your steadfast partner, your confidante in both light and shadow. I promise to weave spells of love and protection around you, shielding you from the storms of life."

Her words resonated with sincerity as she continued.

"I pledge to be faithful to you. In moments of joy, I will dance with you under the silvered moonlight, and in times of sorrow, I will stand as your unwavering anchor."