Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Just as Dasha was lost in thought, two voices came from the doorway.

He then turned around and found that it was none other than the God of Love, Kama, and Rhodes, whom he had specially invited. His face immediately broke into a harmonious smile.

"Roti, Kama, you've arrived."

"Father, it's been a long time."

"Meet my father-in-law."

"Hahaha, Kama, it's been a long time! I'm so sorry I couldn't attend your wedding with Rorty because I had some things to do. I have to apologize for that."

Dasha looked at the two of them with a smile. "Your daughter Rorty shouldn't have had any conflicts with you, right? If she has, please tell me, and I will teach her a lesson."

"Uh, no..."

Kama, somewhat taken aback by Daksha's enthusiasm, quickly shook his head.

“That’s good. As husband and wife, we should get along well… By the way, would you like to change some clothes? I understand that you’ve been busy with work for too long and haven’t dressed up much, but as your lover, you should let Lorty wear something nice. After all, I’m her father. Come in quickly, I’ll arrange for someone to help you change.”

Daksha said this simply because Kama and Loti were dressed too plainly, which embarrassed him.

In Dasha’s view, one must always consider face or prestige. After all, most of the gods and immortals he invited were prominent figures, and the gods and immortals who attended the ceremony were dressed in rather gorgeous and moving attire.

Seeing the clothing printed with symbols of the gods, one realizes that these are the most beloved decorations of the various deities and immortals.

There is a magnificent red color, that is Agni, the god of fire.

There is a refreshing blue, that is the sea god Varuna.

The vibrant green is the spirit of the wind god, Fayou.

There are also delicate pure white and solemn black, these are the Grim Reaper Yama and his sister Yami.

There were also people dressed in various styles, adorned with gold and silver embroidery, ribbons or beads, exquisite flowers, or fresh flowers that were picked precisely at this time of day.

It can be said to be dazzling.

"Oh, it looks really good on you. Father really put a lot of thought into choosing it."

After entering, Rorty, who had been led to a room by his attendant and changed his clothes, said with a happy expression.

Dasha's wife prepared many different styles of clothing; in other words, these were all custom-designed and tailor-made for the guests.

however……

Kama, with his arms folded and his expression calm, said:

"To be honest, isn't your father being a little too enthusiastic?"

Kama was puzzled, wondering why Daksha would send him two invitations. The first one was quite ordinary, while the second one was covered with gold and silver treasures, clearly indicating its great value.

This was because Phrixus had said, "My lord says that Kama, the god of love, will also come," which prompted Daksha to work overtime and write his own version in order to reconnect with Kama, whom he hadn't seen for so many years. After all, in his view, his son-in-law, the god of love, might already be involved with the god Gavia, so it was good to make some preparations in advance.

However, Kama was unaware of this, and therefore wondered why he had suddenly become so enthusiastic.

"It's true, it's like she's a completely different person, but it doesn't really matter..."

Rorty, however, didn't seem to care much about that.

"But Kama, aren't you going to change?"

"No, I'm used to wearing it, I don't really want to."

“Indeed, Kama, you basically never change your clothes…”

"Hmm, that's because I have many identical sets."

Kama wore a very proud smile.

"You are indeed very powerful, Kama."

Lorty clapped his hands. "But I have to go see little Sadie now, so I'll be going now. Kama, you can wander around for a bit."

"Hmph, do you think I'm some little kid? I'm Cupid."

For some reason, after so many years, Kama still looks like a child, while even Rhodes has grown up quite a bit.

"Yes, yes, Kama, you work so hard, you're really amazing."

Lorty smiled again, then immediately left the room, leaving Kama alone.

"Damn it, Rorty, you're using that childish talk to me..."

Kama couldn't help but grit his teeth and say this. After Rhodi left, Kama looked at himself in the full-length mirror in the room. Although Kama sometimes looked at himself in the river, he rarely had the chance to see his whole body like that.

After pondering for a long time, Kama inexplicably opened Rhodes's dresses and took out the one he felt looked the best.

"...It's a bit too big..."

"Eros murmured, even though each one was much larger than his own body."

Even so, Kama picked it up and prepared to turn around in front of the mirror to see how it looked. He turned slowly so that the skirt would not flutter, but float lightly and slowly with his movements.

After a while, Kama put it back without any expression.

"What am I doing...?"

After uttering this exclamation, Kama left the room and went to the hall where the ceremony was being prepared.

The ceiling is a crystal hall, with luxurious and sparkling crystals supporting various patterns of relief silver lattice. On this huge decoration, which resembles a greenhouse or a giant birdcage, one can see the various symbols of the gods and all sorts of things.

Even through this divine crystal, one can still see the brightness of the sunlight.

Beneath this, in a grand ballroom overflowing with gods, flowers, and food, small circles of people chatted and danced.

However, despite being gods and immortals, Kama saw no difference from humans. When Kama was fulfilling his duties as the god of love, he saw many similar scenes. In the palaces that seemed to boast of wealth and glory, there was only profit and vanity, scheming and desire surging under the tide, and empty praise that was obviously just for show. In short, it was very boring.

Even with such a lavish ceremony, Kama only participated out of necessity due to his status, and never genuinely wanted to participate.

Kama had already figured out what would happen next: he would simply find some unfamiliar gods and immortals to sit with, listen to their conversation, and then force himself to return their smiles...

Is that Phrixus?

Kama blinked, seemingly unable to believe his eyes, but then he thought that Phrixus was already a follower of the god Gavia, so it was normal for him to be invited.

Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps because he felt that Phritha was a little easier to talk to, Kama chose to sit next to her.

"Yo, Frido, it's been a long time."

After being suddenly spoken to like this, Phrita snapped out of his eating and turned his gaze to Kama, who was sitting opposite him.

"It's you, little brat."

Frido may have wanted to laugh, but the effect he displayed was more like ferocity.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Kama's eyes widened, then he took a deep breath and slowly said, "I didn't expect you, Phritha, to be invited as well."

"Hmm, I am the strongest follower under my master. It would be abnormal not to be invited."

It's clearly because you're the only follower of the god Gavia...

Kama thought to himself, but a smile still appeared on his face.

"That's certainly true... By the way, Fritjof, don't you drink anymore?"

"Hmm... I don't drink alcohol. I get sleepy easily when I drink it, and my Lord doesn't seem to like it either."

"Yeah, that's good. I don't drink either, so I rarely go to festivals or anything like that."

Kama's friendliness did not elicit a positive response from Vritra, who instead raised the corners of her golden eyes in a sharp glare.

"...That's strange. You're nothing special, so why do I pay so much attention to you besides calling you? Is it because I want to take care of children?"

"What do you mean by that, Fulido?"

Kama gripped his blouse tightly with his hands, which were resting on his knees. It was a light purple garment that he had worn for many years.

“My Lord says that Daksha will invite you,”

Phritha said this matter-of-factly, which annoyed Kama.

Why did the god Gavia pay attention to himself?

Is it a coincidence that Felix sent him home while he was unconscious?

By a stroke of luck, the water spirit saved him and even invited him to participate in the water spirit's hymn.

The two are clearly unrelated beings, not siblings or anything, at most they both have "Gavia" in their names... Speaking of which, how did Phrido become the follower of the god Gavia?

Kama knew that each of the major gods had their own retinues, but Phrixus became a retinue after the Ocean of Milk. Was it simply to save his own life? If so, why would the god Gavia agree to it? Such a treacherous fellow…

After taking a bite of food, Kama looked at Phrita opposite him and fell into a state of gluttony.

No, it's not necessarily that he has impure intentions; he's just single-minded, that former Asura King.

Then Kama thought of something else: When did Phritha stop wearing a veil?

Before the Ocean of Milk, Vritra always wore a purplish-black veil that covered his face, revealing only his golden eyes. This was an extreme case, but even when he was severely injured by Indra, he never took it off, as if taking it off would signify something.

Kama was curious.

"...What happened to my face?"

Kama blinked at Phritha's abrupt question.

"...Something's suddenly strange. You used to always wear a veil, Phrido, why are you like this now—"

Haha, you mean this?

Upon hearing this, Felix immediately took something out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

Kama glanced at it and saw that the veil that Phritha used to wear every day was now simply folded up and placed there.

"Hmm, you're not wearing it anymore..."

"Of course I won't wear it."

Phritha gently touched the veil, then gave Kama a bright and sunny smile.

“I have already sworn allegiance to my Lord, so I hope that my Lord can see my face every day, hehe.”

"Uh……"

Kama's gaze shifted back and forth between the veil and Phrixus's smile, and he gave a vague nod.

For some reason, Cupid sensed something was amiss...

"The mighty, powerful, and wise sage, Dasha welcomes all the esteemed sages to this palace."

Just as Kama and Vritra were talking, Daksha’s ceremony began. He sat in the highest seat, listening with a smile to the opening remarks of his attendants below.

"Daksha's wealth and prosperity are all bestowed by Brahma. His richness and generosity are known to all in the three realms. Today, on this auspicious day, Daksha's daughter, Sati, who possesses all virtues, will complete her wedding with Maha. All of you guests must abide by the rules, behave properly, and do your utmost to help Daksha complete this ceremony successfully."

As he listened, Kama realized that the reason why the god Kavia had specifically asked Phritha to call him was for the sake of Shiva and Sati.

But there's no need for that, I was going to come anyway... God Gavia, you've gone to unnecessary trouble.

The attendant waved his hand high and shouted:

"Attention, everyone! Sati, the daughter of Dasha, the epitome of virtue and good fortune, has arrived!"

As the sound rang out, Sati, holding a wreath and dressed in a wedding gown that, while not exactly revealing her figure, subtly conformed to her body, drew everyone's attention to her, including Kama, except for Phrido, who was still munching on his food.

The girl slowly approached Daksha, followed by her sisters. Judging from the layout of the hall, Sati and Daksha were located opposite the statue of Shiva.

Suddenly, Dasha's expression changed, and he said angrily:

"Shiva! This is Sati's wedding, how could he not come!"

The immortals and gods present exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.

In fact, although Daksha appeared angry, he was secretly delighted. He was certain that Shiva had not come when he closed the gate, so he was prepared to reprimand the absent Shiva as soon as Sati appeared, thus naturally severing their relationship.

"Shiva, the mighty god of prophecy, did not attend my daughter Sati's wedding. This is not only disregard for my father Brahma, but also for Sati, and an act despised by all the gods! Shiva, you—"

Daksha pretended to grit his teeth, then suddenly stood up and raised a hand toward the Shiva statue.

"For such humiliation of me and Sati, from this day forward, I declare—"

"wrong."

Sati did not turn to face Sati, but merely spoke and slowly walked towards the Shiva statue, "My beloved, Lord Shiva is on the way, and he will appear as long as I wait."

And so, under the watchful eyes of the gods, Sati remained calm, holding a red wreath, and walked step by step toward the statue of Shiva.

Her figure looked so resolute.