The Greece Antagonist

Habettlot akimbo, replied confidently:

"Otherwise? What kind of bride doesn't have a groom! You're the only male here, if you don't oversee the bridal gown selection, who will?"

Luo En wanted to speak, but Morgan shook her head:

"Forget it, just listen to her. If she's not satisfied, she won't be willing to lead the way."

Elves are such beings, living purely for their own interests and impulses.

The concepts of right and wrong, human relationships, and gains and losses in the human world don't apply in the world of elves.

Therefore, even Morgan, who once befriended Habettlot, has to comply obediently at this moment to gain the help of this weaving elf.

A bridesmaid's gown for the second sister/mother?

The three problem children moved forward as well, hoping to feast their eyes.

However, as soon as Habettlot entered, she immediately closed the door, then opened a small window, tossing out a piece of parchment filled with characters:

"Don't just stand there either, go to the street and buy these things back, I'll need them later!"

Not even letting us see, yet expecting us to run errands.

The three grumbled internally, and though unwilling, they had to go shopping under the oppressive force of their two guardians.

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And at this moment, inside the house.

As soon as Habettlot entered, she couldn't wait to pounce on Morgan.

"Rip~!"

Morgan only felt a coolness on her leg, and saw that the hem of her skirt had already been torn off by this weaving elf, exposing a large piece of fair skin.

Hmm, very beautiful leg shape, the kind you could appreciate for years.

Luo En secretly evaluated and sneakily admired the scenery before his eyes with his peripheral vision.

Meanwhile, as Morgan came back to her senses, the blood rushed to her face, and she looked at her fairy friend with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance:

"Habettlot, what are you doing?"

"Helping you change clothes, of course."

Habettlot answered without thinking, then pounced again like a wildcat on its prey, seemingly intending to strip Morgan completely on the spot.

However, a blue-black magic wand fell from the sky, striking her head heavily like a whack-a-mole game, with its sharp tip almost causing massive damage.

Having barely recovered from the dizziness, Habettlot pulled her head out of the floor tiles, rubbing the swollen bump, speaking in a tone full of grievance:

"Weren't we going to try on wedding dresses, meow? How can you change if you're not undressed?"

"Can't I do it myself?"

Morgan huffed coldly in response, then tapped her scepter to construct a miniature barrier inside the small room, picked up a wedding dress prepared by Habettlot, and walked inside.

Wave-like light patterns blocked out sound, obscuring the scene, leaving Luo En regretfully turning away from the art he intended to admire.

A moment later, Morgan, having finished changing, stepped out of the barrier to showcase her results to the two onlookers.

This was a standard Celtic-style robe, with the main linen fabric dyed deep red, the bodice symmetrically tailored for neatness, but lacking the spiritual flexibility to highlight Morgan's unique charm and beauty.

The two judges standing against the wall scrutinized for a while, then shook their heads in unison, clearly unsatisfied.

Morgan didn't waste words, taking another wedding dress and turning back into the temporary barrier to try again.

However, after trying seven or eight dresses in a row, both judges remained unimpressed, and Habettlot was growing extremely frustrated:

"Obviously such a pretty person, the dresses are so beautiful too, why don't you feel like a bride at all..."

As a weaving elf, the "Fairy Godmother" of Cinderella girls' imaginations, Habettlot always felt that turning girls into happy brides was her reason for living and existing.

Creating a perfect wedding dress for her friend Morgan and watching her walk down the aisle would be an unparalleled enjoyment for Habettlot.

But after all her efforts, all her creations were failing, leaving Habettlot quite disheartened, with her dragonfly wings drooping dejectedly.

Seeing the fairy guide about to retreat into herself, Luo En hastily proposed:

"Maybe it's the style that's the problem, change up the design, it might work."

"Design a new dress?"

Upon hearing this, Habettlot's eyes brightened for a moment, but then she dejectedly lowered her head,

"It's not that simple."

As elves, they excel at imitation and recreation, capable of crafting all kinds of ornate and intricate items, but lacking the talent for *creation*.

Humans are often the frontrunners in this area.

Wait a minute!

Isn't there half a human available right here?

Moreover, this is the chosen groom!

Habettlot's eyes lit up, excitedly pulling Luo En to the spinning wheel:

"How should it be changed? Give it a try!"

Luo En also had this idea in mind, seizing the tools on the cutting table and his memory of wedding dresses, he quickly conceived a blueprint, handing it over to Habettlot for quick work and tailoring.

Half an hour later, the first revamped wedding dress was freshly produced.

After finishing her change in the temporary barrier, Morgan once again walked before the two judges.

The new wedding dress was a layered linen robe inspired by natural elements, with hand-embroidered spiral patterns and tri-branch totems at the collar symbolizing the cycle of life and tribal bonds. The neckline was encircled with a bronze-forged laurel leaf necklace, with hanging tassels woven with acorns and mistletoe, subtly conveying the Druidic prayer for the Earth Mother God. The wide cuffs were woven with undyed wool in a diamond pattern, incorporating indigo and moss green threads to echo the traditional colors of a Celtic warrior's cloak.