The Unlucky Bride Is Loved by the Fortunate Desert King - Chapter 25 – Farewell

When Al appeared in the square, the crowd stirred in awe.

Adorned with countless shining jewels, he looked like a divine messenger descending from the heavens.

(Al… he looks incredible…!)

His beauty was so unearthly that people could no longer move, as if bound by his very presence.

The priest Al lifted his hands and began to chant prayers—words that sounded like sacred verses.
His voice echoed through the air, resonant and clear, as though the blessing of the heavens themselves were falling upon the earth.

Truly, the title “the human loved by the Great Goddess Hera” suited him perfectly.

(It feels like a dream—that Al once held me in his arms.)

That time when he enclosed me in his embrace and said he would “take me away from Asaad”… it now felt like something from a distant past.

Al drew two shimmering shamshir swords.

When he crossed the blades above his head, their curve looked like the crescent moon hanging in the night sky.

—It was as if God Himself was creating the night.

Then, suddenly, Al knelt down with his half-moon blades in hand.
(Al…?)

But in the next moment, his lithe body arched backward, and with both arms raised, he swung the swords with graceful power.

It was the very image of a pure white bird that had rested its wings—now taking flight once more.

To the nostalgic sound of the oud, Al became bird, god, and even the rippling stalks of a rich harvest swaying in the wind.

The sight was too divine for words.

(Al… you’re truly amazing…)

Before I realized it, tears welled in my eyes.

There he was—Al—perfectly fulfilling his sacred duty as the festival’s priest.

How much training had he endured to move in such a way? To make a human body seem at once divine, animal, and plantlike?

It wasn’t just his otherworldly beauty. It was the strength of his honed body, the precision of every gesture, every motion calculated down to his fingertips.

His natural genius and tireless effort shone through so clearly that I could only watch, overwhelmed with emotion.

And at the same time, I finally understood.

—I was about to lose Al.

Tonight, the ruler of the desert, who had descended like a god, offered his prayer to the goddess Hera.
His devotion burned like fire and soared high into the heavens.

Soon, the curtain would fall. The grand feast was reaching its end.

Before I knew it, my master was standing quietly beside me.

He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, as if to comfort me.

“Yuzu, are you ready? It’s almost time to leave.”

I had known this moment would come. I nodded silently.

“…Yes.”

Thank you.
Goodbye, Al.

I—
I loved you.