As the ten kings diverted their gaze from Leo's stew, the oppressive atmosphere around them began to ease. Among them, the Dragon Emperor experienced a distinct sensation—a bloodline pressure emanating from the invisible dragons. A surge of excitement coursed through him at the mere thought of a bloodline surpassing his own. His heart raced with anticipation, and a genuine smile formed on his face as he regarded Leo.
With a polite tone, the Dragon Emperor addressed Leo, "Now, let's get you ready for the wedding." In an instant, he vanished from his imposing throne and materialized beside Leo, eliciting a startled reaction from the unsuspecting Leo. The pressure that had enveloped him started to dissipate, leaving behind a sense of relief.
Feeling the diminishing pressure, Leo acted on instinct. Without hesitation, he extended a plate adorned with a vibrant salad comprising radishes, carrots, and an assortment of ingredients he had meticulously prepared. The Dragon Emperor, eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation, eagerly accepted the offering. His delighted expression hinted at the magical quality of Leo's culinary creation.
Unperturbed by the Dragon Emperor's enthusiasm, the other nine kings watched as he indulged in the salad. However, their expressions turned sour, revealing a mix of distaste and discontent. The Dragon Emperor, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, urged the others, "What are you all waiting for? Let's get him ready."
As the declaration hung in the air, a radiant light enveloped Leo, encircling him in a surreal aura. In the blink of an eye, he found himself transported to a peculiar hall adorned with intricate beastial engravings on the ceiling, each depiction radiating an essence of harmony. The surroundings exuded an otherworldly beauty, a testament to a realm beyond the ordinary.
In this strange hall, Leo discovered an array of countless outfits, each adorned with intricate ornaments. The ten kings, now engaged in animated discussion about Leo's attire, effortlessly summoned a myriad of dresses with a mere flick of their fingers. The garments floated towards Leo, suspended in mid-air, awaiting his choice.
The ten kings, once imposing rulers, now assumed the role of eager stylists, each putting forth their vision for Leo's marriage attire. Leo, caught between the surreal and the tangible, felt a mixture of awe and bewilderment as the ten men passionately deliberated on how to dress their newfound son-in-law.
As Leo surveyed the ornate dresses hovering before him, he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer variety and craftsmanship on display. Each garment seemed to carry a story, a narrative woven with threads of magic and tradition. Leo had totally forgotten that his normal life was experiencing a change and heading towards a much more interesting path.
In the grand hall adorned with ancient engravings, Leo found himself encircled by hovering outfits. Each piece of clothing seemed to carry a story of its own, whispering tales of mythical beasts and majestic tales. However, amidst the sea of possibilities, rejection loomed over him as the ten men, now acting as stylists, scrutinized him with discerning eyes.
Embarrassment draped over Leo like an unwelcome shroud. The ten men, kings of realms unknown, were relentless in their search for the perfect attire. Leo's discomfort grew, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of being under their watchful gaze.
Yet, just as embarrassment threatened to consume him, a beacon of hope emerged. Leo's eyes, scanning the countless outfits, met a particular white three-piece ensemble. It was unlike anything he had seen before, adorned with mythical beast engravings that seemed to dance in harmony across the fabric. The creatures were alive, crawling in unison, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.
As Leo fixated on this extraordinary attire, a magical resonance enveloped him. The outfit, as if responding to an unspoken connection, began to glide towards him. The ten stylists, nodding in silent approval, acknowledged the rare compatibility between Leo and the mystical garment. Before the outfit could embrace him, it vanished, reappearing in the hands of the Dragon Emperor.
Leo, oblivious to the intricate dance of the clothes, felt a subtle transformation taking place. The mythical white ensemble, now in the possession of the Dragon Emperor, seemed to weave its magic over Leo. Surprisingly, Leo remained unperturbed, the fabric effortlessly integrating with his being, as if the outfit had found its rightful place.
The ten emperors, usually stoic and imposing, stared at Leo with a collective awe. Before them stood a magnificent being, adorned in an outfit that transcended the ordinary. Leo, unaware of the spectacle he presented, continued to feel at ease, as if the mystical attire had become an extension of himself.
The engravings on the outfit pulsed with an otherworldly glow, casting a radiant light that illuminated the grand hall. The creatures depicted on the fabric seemed to come alive, their movements synchronized with Leo's every step. The air in the hall shimmered with an energy that resonated with the harmonious connection between Leo and the mythical ensemble.
In that moment, Leo unknowingly became a canvas for the fantastical, a living artwork that left the ten emperors breathless. The mystical appearance of Leo, now adorned in the white ensemble, was not just a transformation of attire but a manifestation of an ancient connection, a silent acknowledgment from the mythical beings engraved on the fabric.
As Leo stood, embraced by the magic of the outfit, the ten emperors couldn't help but feel a profound gratitude for being granted the privilege of witnessing such a rare and mystical sight. Leo, still unaware of the awe he inspired, continued his journey in the grand hall, a living tapestry woven with threads of magic and destiny, leaving the ten emperors with a newfound reverence for the enchanting power of the mythical attire.