The Greece Antagonist

The outer layer of the skirt is covered with a translucent veil, adorned with intertwined knot patterns derived from ancient Ogan script, fixed at the waist with a leather belt, and inlaid with amber and turquoise, forming the emblem of the bride's clan. The head crown is a wreath made of ash wood branches, adorned with primroses and tender fern sprouts gathered in early spring, with silver chains cascading through her hair like starlight reflected on a forest stream. The entire ensemble avoids metal studs, using only bone needles and plant fibers for fastening, embodying the Celtic civilization's philosophy of symbiosis with nature.

This harmonious ensemble cleansed Morgan of her menacing aura, perfectly highlighting her divine and sacred side.

"Amazing, we did it!"

Habettlot cheered excitedly and then turned to Luo En, exclaiming,

"You've really outdone yourself, human."

Luo En responded with a modest smile, his eyes betraying little surprise.

In Greece, the God of Wine, Dionysus, is not only the creator of wine but also the Guardian of the arts, bestowing mortals with all sorts of artistic inspiration from the divine realm.

Thanks to his accumulated knowledge, coupled with the protection of the Nine Muses and the Three Graces, Luo En is somewhat of an artist himself.

Fields such as culinary arts, dance choreography, music design, and fashion tailoring are all areas where he can display his talent.

At this moment, Morgan removed the ash wood head crown and hummed softly as she asked Habettlot:

"Now, are you satisfied?"

"No way, how can one outfit be enough? At least try one more!"

Habettlot shook her head resolutely, dragging over the chief designer to rush the project along.

Unable to resist this stubborn little creature, Luo En had no choice but to design another wedding dress.

This time, he abandoned the addition of Celtic elements and opted for a design highlighting trendy fashion.

After a flurry of activity, Morgan appeared wearing a wedding dress in a fashion that defied tradition. The pure white gown cascaded like starlight, its hem embellished with patterns of silver that resembled ice crystals, symbolizing her bond with the "Inner Sea of Stars." Beneath the black veil, her silver hair shone like starlight, contrasting starkly with her deep blue eyes, alluding to the dual nature of the Brittany Witch and the Lake Fairy. Her gun-shaped magic wand was decorated as well, entwined with thorny rose patterns, while the chain hanging from the gun's tip transformed into a lace ribbon—a weapon that would shatter the Round Table, now serving as both a token of vow and a symbol of authority.

The "sin" of abandoning her mission of salvation materialized as a gemstone belt around her waist, full of a shattered feel, while the "punishment" of forgoing maternal tenderness settled into the dark red patterns trailing the floor-length skirt. As Morgan gently caressed the body of the wand with her fingertips, the falling petals were not a blessing but a manifestation of solitude and desolation, as if she were alone, watching the world wither and fade at its end.

When Morgan stood before the two of them in this form, the judges were almost stunned.

It must be said that Morgan, presenting herself as an Enchantress, was even more captivating.

Seeing their reactions, a trace of pride and satisfaction also appeared deep in Morgan's eyes.

Despite the fact that this change of attire was forced, she indeed liked both outfits from the bottom of her heart.

After all, whether a Goddess or an Enchantress, vanity is part of them, and both are irresistible to beautiful things.

"Ahem~~"

A light cough brought the two back to their senses.

Habettlot clapped in excitement and loudly announced:

"It's beautiful, meow, this is the one!"

"So, can we leave now?"

Morgan asked softly, returning to the business at hand.

However, Habettlot shook her head, saying:

"Leave? We haven't held the wedding yet."

"?"

A sense of foreboding rose in Morgan's heart as she looked at her Elf friend:

"You want to arrange a wedding for me?"

"Of course, once you wear a wedding dress, you have to hold a wedding and become a bride. Otherwise, it's just a pretty piece of clothing."

Habettlot responded with conviction, then proudly put her hands on her small waist,

"Don't worry. I'm a professional when it comes to this. I've already sent three guys into town to get the stuff needed for a wedding, and judging by the time, they should be almost back..."

"Pfft!"

A sharp light spear whizzed past Habettlot's cheek and embedded into the wall of the cabin.

The disconcerted Elf shivered and cautiously asked:

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"I've changed my mind, thinking perhaps it's better to bind you up and extract a confession through interrogation."

The Brittany Witch, dressed in a bridal gown, was surrounded by black malevolence, her voice cold, her gaze chilling.

The imposing aura was so intense that even the backup groom nearby shrank back into the corner.

Sure enough, there's not a single Elf that isn't asking for trouble.

First of all, you fight each other, but don't splash blood on me.

"Boom!"

Just as the atmosphere inside the small cabin was tense, a heavy explosion echoed from the street, with thick blood glow flickering in the dust.

—Bawansi?

—Something's wrong!

Recognizing the familiar aura, Morgan was stunned, and without a second thought about casting the "Great Memory Recovery Technique" on Habettlot, she leaped out of the cabin, rushing straight toward the scene of the incident.