Marriage (2) / Edit
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A wedding ceremony is undoubtedly a proud and blessed occasion. Looking back in history, this event has always been regarded as sacred in all cultural and religious domains.
And, to put it differently,
Because it is such a big event, there will inevitably be at least one uncomfortable entanglement just by sitting together.
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Inside a small reception room where relatives gather among the guests.
A woman with black hair tied up in a ponytail tapped her wine glass with a dissatisfied expression.
It was Professor Astrid, who had regained her original “body.” Unlike Armin, whose appearance reflects the flow of time to some extent, she remains as beautiful as ever in her youthful poetical appearance.
Next to her, there was a maid who politely closed her eyes and slightly lowered her head.
In the middle, Armin Campbell, his shirt soaked with sweat to the point of dampness, stood intertwined.
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Not a word.
No words flowed at all.
The first one to break the silence was Astrid, who opened her hawk-like eyes and alternately glanced at the two.
“…Long time no see.”
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As Armin swallowed his dry saliva, Astrid’s unavoidable voice trembled along with it.
“I’ve become quite close with someone I’ve never seen before, Armin.”
“Oh my.”
At the same time those words were uttered, Bella, who was standing quietly beside them, interjected by covering her mouth.
“While it may seem that way, I must admit. I have no intention of disturbing your peaceful married life. I’m not so audacious as to seduce a man who already has a wife.”
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“…Although, if you were still unmarried, I might have tried my luck.”
“What?”
“It’s nothing, really. I just hope you would consider hiring me as your exclusive maid.”
“Ah, I see.”
Astrid, still glaring at both of them with narrowed eyes, swirled the wine in her glass.
“I hope I’m not meddling?”
“I know my limits.”
“Yes, indeed. That human should have been more popular in his youth.”
The conversation between the groom’s parents and the bride’s representatives at the wedding could be described as utterly disastrous.
‘This is what happens when an idiot tries to organize a wedding…’
The staff nearby could only think such thoughts.
Well, Dawood Campbell’s fondness for women was quite famous.
How many unfortunate women had fallen into his wicked grasp?
And, well.
Dawood always wondered why women entangled themselves so foolishly with him, but seeing this, it seemed he didn’t need to go far to find them.
It was clear that the author of this situation had an undeniable cunning.
‘…Dawood must be dealing with this every day.’
Of course, the actual parties involved were groaning sympathetically at the mess their son experienced daily.
With no time to rejoice over his allegedly deceased wife returning alive, and before even untying the knot, what kind of chaos was this?
“More importantly, Astrid. What is all this?”
Armin pointed around with his finger, asking such a question.
Surrounding the venue, there were boundary-like formations in a circular shape.
Of course, it was unnatural to have any kind of safety precautions at a rich guest’s wedding, but…
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Again, like this.
Periodically, I hear a sound coming from outside the barrier, as if something is knocking.
“No, I mean, I’m just friends with Mr. Dowd!” she said, “I’m not trying to interfere, I just wanted to greet the bride-” or “If you don’t come out, I’ll kill you first,” or something like that, along with strange shouts.
“Oh, this?”
Astrid chuckled and looked around.
“There are so many humans trying to crash the wedding. Lady Tristane specifically asked me to make this.”
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“If we didn’t have this, the whole building would have been destroyed, right?”
Even though he’s her own son.
What kind of ordeal has he gone through all this time?
It seems that they had to summon such technology to prevent other women from crashing. Who on earth is trying to do what?
“But once this is over, won’t these kinds of incidents decrease a little?”
Perhaps that sentence contained some of her own hopes.
They say that when a woman harbors resentment, frost falls in the middle of summer. Just being caught between these two is a death sentence.
“Well, Armin.”
Astrid opened her eyes wide and responded.
“When I saw it, my son was already dead.”
“Hmm?”
“They don’t seem like they’re going to stop just because Dowd is getting married.”
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“Will they cause havoc themselves after this?”
Ah, I see.
Armin must also agree with that assumption.
As he nodded his head, the noise from the outside of the barrier grew louder and louder. It sounded as if they were fighting each other.
“…Maybe a fight?”
“No way.”
No matter what, it’s unlikely that there are many people as reckless as to cause that level of trouble at someone else’s wedding.
It’s probably just a disturbance. Not a serious situation.
“Come at me, you damn b*tches! How dare you do this at a wedding ceremony!”
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It couldn’t be.
Perhaps.
“…But, Armin.”
“Yeah?”
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“If we have multiple daughters-in-law, how should we establish the rules of the house?”
“…Let’s think about that later, when the time comes.”
Armin replied reluctantly.
Of course, he knew deep down that it wasn’t such a distant future.
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“Is she seriously insane?!”
It felt like déjà vu.
She was sure she had experienced something like this before, a long time ago.
Although she was screaming with frustration, Bea contemplated this thought inside her head.
It seemed like this guy had previously scratched the surfaces of her mind in a similar manner.
“When the wedding is right around the corner, where on earth is she hiding?!”
“Bride, please get ready to enter-“
“Oh, yes! Just a moment!”
Despite her irritated outburst, Bea obediently responded to the staff’s instructions and picked up her magical communication device.
-Vrrr, thump.
And as soon as she heard the sound of the door opening, Bea’s eyes lit up, and she turned her gaze in that direction.
She wasn’t sure where this person had gone, but if it was for a trivial reason, she would definitely scold them…
Thinking back to the patterns so far, she must have been involved in some strange incident again.
“…What on earth happened to your appearance?!”
However, it seemed unlikely that such a wish would come true.
With the sound of the door closing, Eleanor staggered into the room, her pure white wedding dress stained with blood.
It wasn’t just a matter of being covered in blood; her whole body was covered in the marks of a fierce battle, like a wounded soldier who had fought alone…
“You dare to disrupt the wedding with complaints and come back after settling life and death matters with those thieving cats.”
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“Rest assured. I didn’t kill them.”
They weren’t the kind of people who would easily die, even if someone tried to kill them.
With those words, Elnoir’s laughter, accompanied by a sinister determination that even Beatrice found nauseatingly intense, could be felt.
“…Forget about the wedding and focus on treating the injuries, you crazy woman!”
“No need…! We should proceed with the ceremony first…!”
It was truly a sentence filled with determination.
But as Elnoir, it was clear that today was an incredibly unlucky day.
Suddenly.
Truly.
Without any warning.
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In the distance.
A massive ‘aura’ was gathering.
“What is it?”
To the point where even Dawood, waiting in the room for the groom, sensed the rapidly changing air and hastily opened the window.
“The sky…!”
Someone pointed in one direction while screaming in terror.
What emerged near the void was a gigantic pillar of light.
Resembling the enormous pillar of fire from the incident during the Night of Red Calamity, but this one had the appearance of a gateway to a ‘different dimension’.
What could be felt from that pillar of light was an unmistakable ‘divine power,’ clear enough for even an outsider to perceive.
In other words.
It sounded highly likely to be a gateway connected to the ‘other realm’.
There was only one place suitable for such an elaborate scheme.
“The Empire of Exaltation…!”
Close by.
With a pale and terrified Yuria by her side, Lucien screamed out those words.
This disaster had come without any warning. Truly, it was too sudden.
The majority of people were shocked, stunned, and screaming in agony.
“What the hell.”
In the face of that fact, there was only one person who felt pure anger.
“Don’t you dare…!”
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“Why the hell is this happening to me, in this damn world…!”
Even Dawood, who had spent so many years together, reacted this way.
It was the first time he had heard such primitive profanity in Elven language.
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Way too rushed… the ending is way to rushed
My eyes!!! My brain!!!! They hurts damn it!!!!!!