The streets of Hoburns were bustling with activity. The city, still in its recovery stage after having been ravaged by the actions of the Death Emperor and his demihuman army, was still clearly healing. Signs of its wounds were everywhere in the gaps in the city where buildings had once stood, the remains of humans that were still found occasionally by people, and the population which even after mass immigration from rural villages, was only half of what it had been before.

And yet, it seemed as if this entire remnant of the population had decided to come out and fill out the streets. Children climbed over each other to get a better look at what was going on, shops had closed, and the mendicants in the streets had been cleared away by paladins barking at them telling them to go elsewhere. Strangely enough there was something of a festive mood in the air, something that had been sorely lacking in recent times.

"What is it?"

"What's going on?"

"Is it a military parade?"

"Did someone important die?"

"I wanna look!"

"Alright, you can ride up on my shoulders."

Questions came from the citizens, many of them from young children too out of the loop to understand what was going on, but they were told to quiet down as their questions would soon be answered by what was apparent to past.

First, through the gates of the city emerged a flock of angels, all of them at minimum of the second tier or even higher. First came a throng of Angel Guardians, each holding a flag of the Paladin Order in their hands. Next, came a smaller but more majestic procession of Archangel Flames, their staffs lit alight and shining brightly even in the light of day, with flames whose colors had been altered to nearly every color of the rainbow.

All of these were summons from the priests of the Holy Kingdom, who all trailed behind their summons, waving to the crowd. Most of them were mounted on chariots, and at the side were members of the paladin order in full armor. Each piece of armor and weaponry had been polished to perfection such that there was not a single smudge of dirt to be found. The priests were also immaculate in their dress, and to cap off the many angels there were three Principalities of Peace which roamed the air, carrying banners of the Temple of the Holy Kingdom. These Fourth Tier summons were so rare that many had never even seen them before in their lives aside from storybooks, though even these angels were dwarfed by what came next.

"What are they?"

"They look like monsters!"

"I've never even seen paintings of such things!"

"Who summoned them?"

"They're so strong- how are there so many of them?"

Six angels who had the heads of lions and four pairs of wings followed the procession. Just by looking at them most would realize that they had no chance of fighting one- it seemed these angels outclassed even the Death Emperor- and to think that there were six of them! They were not large in size, hardly taller than an average soldier unlike some powerful angels who could be as big as buildings, but they seemed to dwarf everything else by their mere presence.

No one, even those who had formerly been clergy, knew what they were called- and it was only later that they would find out that they were called 'Cherubim Gatekeepers' a variety of angel never documented before by even the Slane Theocracy's priests.

The more monsters one summoned, they would naturally be weaker. It was almost always better to summon a single monster than multiple weaker ones- and yet, someone had summoned six of these monstrous angels which looked like they could wipe out a city with ease. What kind of priest could hold such power? Not even Kelart Custodio could claim to be able to control even one of them, let alone six at a time!

These six angels carried a palanquin upon which sat a single woman upon a large silk cushion- though none could get a good look at her through her veil, whispers confirmed that this was indeed, Remedios Custodio. The fact that the holy sword, Safarlisia, was laid out before her on the palanquin was the only thing that could give the nature of who she was away. In her current state she looked as delicate as glass, as if a strong gust of wind would knock her over and send her tumbling to the ground, breaking her into a thousand pieces. However, those who knew of her reputation knew that she could cut through castle walls with that sword of hers.

The crowd was in awe at this procession, so much so that it took time for the gears in their heads to start whirring as they realized what this meant. That woman was not just wearing any ordinary veil, but a bridal veil. And this was not the marriage of the Holy Queen Calca to some foreign monarch, they would all have certainly heard if that were to be the case.

It appeared that Remedios Custodio had finally found a suitor for herself, though before they could think more regarding these thoughts, a different kind of procession walked in.

If the first one could be said to be a heavenly procession, this would then be called a demonic one. Hordes of large undead carrying banners with an insignia few of them recognized marched through the gate. Elder Liches, creatures that could level a city if there were a dozen of them, walked out easily numbering over a thousand. Behind there were Death Knights each mounted upon a Soul Eater.

Many people recognized these undead riding these skeletal horses, after all, they had encountered them before, and though their presence was somewhat tolerated, they had not expected to see so many, and that too so soon. The contrast between the two processions only made this even more remarkable. At the very least though, there was no idiot child who threw a rock at a Death Knight, so things seemed to be going somewhat smoothly despite the aura of fear around the area.

Above them, flew several Skeletal Dragons, atop which were also mounted Death Knights carrying banners with an insignia that few recognized.

And, the procession opened up to a flawless chariot that looked like it had been cut out of the night sky itself. A man road atop it, and he was dressed in raven-black armor, though his helm had been removed to reveal his face. A face whose features were foreign to those of the Holy Kingdom- and given the nature of the procession, there was only one conclusion they could reach.

"Is it Ainz? The Ainz? The Savior of Roble?"

"I've only seen him with his mask on!"

Such whispers echoed throughout, and Ainz would've looked like a conquering warlord were it not for the fact that he was holding a bouquet of white roses in his arms, a common gift at lavish weddings in the Holy Kingdom. They only grew in specialized fields and required high-level druids for their maintenance, with the cost of a single rose eclipsing that of a daily worker's yearly wage. The fact that he did not carry a single one like most noblemen did at their own weddings, but rather, an entire bouquet spoke to his affluence and power. The roses and his gentle smile quite contrasted with his otherwise scary appearance and those of his followers, though many thought that his smile was indeed genuine and he seemed to have a kind heart.

Once the procession was done, a large group of workers, mostly human though some Elder Liches were interspersed with them, came and declared what the occasion of celebration was.

Remedios Custodio and Ainz Ooal Gown were getting married. Now, the wedding by itself was going to happen in private ceremony within what was rebuilt of the Holy Palace, and only a select few were allowed to attend the event in person.

Not to say that there was nothing for them. Free grain for all was distributed, and the champagne flowed like wine. Some lamented the fact that much of the food was grown in the lands tilled by Ainz's undead, though their situations of poverty and neglect over time had made the consumption of such a necessity. As such, many people had gotten over their reservations against eating food grown by undead a long time ago.

That was not all. Gladiatorial games, mainly involving undead, took place. Given they were undead, or occasionally angelic summons, they could fight each other with no regard for safety or the like. Even some prisoners of war, high-ranking demihuman officials, were made to fight, though these were all invariably executed.

All manner of fights were there- one on one duels, large group battles, battles between mazes, not to mention chariot races.

As a matter of fact, care was even taken to bring two boats for a mock naval battle near the shoreline, an event that was flocked to by all.

The festivities, even once the official wedding ceremony concluded, lasted a week, with many toasts made out to the newly married couple.