A Flat-Chest Believer Reincarnated in a World Where Women with Small Breasts Aren't Treated as Women ~ I Ended Up with a Flat-Chested Harem. - Chapter 13

And finally, the day of the wedding arrived.

The air was cold, a reminder that winter was just beginning, but the sky was clear, a brilliant blue stretching endlessly above.

I was riding in a carriage with my father and mother. The carriage came to a stop in front of the Grand Cathedral, dedicated to the Sun God.

I followed my parents as we stepped out of the carriage and slowly walked toward the entrance of the cathedral.

Ahead of us, King Leogalza and Queen Charlotte were approaching, and behind them was Risty.

She looked stunning. Her dress, crafted from pure white silk and embroidered with gold thread, was elegant and refined. Around her neck gleamed the necklace my father had made—a perfect match.

She looked absolutely beautiful.

The King and Queen, along with my father, the Marquis of Gustique, and my mother, entered the cathedral in that order.

I took Risty’s hand, and together we followed them into the cathedral.

Inside, marble statues of the Sun God’s attendants lined the walls on either side. Further ahead, rows of pews were filled with guests. Almost all of them were high-ranking nobles.

We walked slowly down the long aisle. The ceiling, arched and made of aged stone, loomed far above us, casting shadows that spoke of centuries gone by.

The atmosphere amongst the guests was hard to describe. Some were genuinely happy for us, but they were in the minority. The majority seemed confused, trying to maintain a neutral facade, while others looked outright displeased.

At the far end of the cathedral stood an enormous stained glass window. Depicting mountains, plains, and seas, it symbolized the vastness of creation and was said to represent the myth of how the Sun God had created the world. The sunlight streaming through it filled the space with color.

Standing in front of the stained glass window was an elderly man holding a staff—the Archbishop, the one in charge of overseeing all followers of the Sun God within the Rolique Kingdom.

Risty and I approached the Archbishop and stopped before him. The King and Queen, as well as my parents, moved to stand beside us on either side.

“Silence. Under the blessed light of the Sun, we now begin the ceremony,” the Archbishop declared.

“Folca Gles Gustique, speak now if you have vows to declare.”

I knelt on one knee and took a deep breath.

“I, Folca Gles Gustique, take Risty Shan Rolique as my wife. I vow to protect, support, and be by her side until the day this life ends, and I return to the Sun.”

“Risty Shan Rolique, speak now if you have vows to declare,” the Archbishop said, turning to Risty.

Gracefully, even in her dress, Risty knelt beside me.

“I, Risty Shan Rolique, take Folca Gles Gustique as my husband. I vow to protect, support, and be by his side until the day this life ends, and I return to the Sun,” she declared.

The vows were the same for both men and women. In the eyes of the great Sun God, there was no distinction between the genders. In a sense, the religion upheld a form of gender equality.

“To both families, do you give your approval for this union?” the Archbishop asked.

“I, Leogalza Lugon Rolique, give my approval.”

“I, Henrique Stola Gustique, give my approval,” the King and my father said in turn.

The Archbishop struck his staff against the floor with a loud clack.

“Very well. Under the light of the Sun, the vows have been made. From this moment forward, these two shall be joined as husband and wife. May their union be fruitful and blessed. If there are any offerings, bring them forward,” he announced.

A priest brought forward a portable altar and placed it in front of the Archbishop. Normally, the altar would have a fire burning on it to incinerate offerings, but today a silver plate was placed on it instead.

Queen Charlotte and my mother stepped forward, each carrying a basket. Inside were apples, lemons, persimmons, and other fruits. They arranged the fruits on the silver plate.

Traditionally, offerings would be burned, and the light produced would be offered to the Sun God. However, today we were using a higher-tier method.

Risty stood up and approached the altar. She extended her hand over the fruits and activated her magic.

The fruits transformed into small, glowing particles of light that illuminated the cathedral as they rose into the air. A murmur of amazement spread through the guests. The white orbs of light ascended through the skylight and disappeared into the sky.

The magic Risty had used was called Luminizing Magic, a high-level holy magic that converts objects into light and makes them disappear. If she had used this magic on something weighing as much as seven pieces of fruit, it could have caused a massive explosion, but fortunately, magic doesn’t always follow the laws of physics.

Luminizing is considered the best way to offer sacrifices to the Sun God, but only those with a holy attribute affinity of 9 or higher can use it, so it’s rarely seen. Incidentally, in funerals, Luminizing Magic is also considered the most prestigious method of burial.

“The offering has reached the heavens. The marriage ceremony is now complete.”

And just like that, the ceremony was over. Normally there would be more steps and rituals, but due to the limited preparation time, many parts had been cut. Still, I thought it was more than enough.