< Apiography 13. Wedding march >
A13
“The Empire’s sword quality has changed?”
“yes. It was really cool back then. “It’s already been more than half a year.”
Adeshan smiled as he recalled the past. The decisive battle of the Sword Saint that took place that day in the Grand Circle was an unforgettable memory.
In front of her an elf woman with white hair was listening to her story with her hands clasped together. She was once El Shea the savior’s assistant.
She visited the continent after completing Adren’s restoration work two years after her arrival. She was so preoccupied that she was unaware of important events such as the replacement of the Sword Master.
Elsia asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“So what happened to Jaifa? “Are you dead?”
“no. I was released after being promised freedom by His Majesty the Emperor. “I didn’t know but we had originally decided to break the blood pact if we came down from the Sword Saint.”
“Huh? Then wouldn’t it have been better to come down after losing to someone a long time ago?”
“I thought so too… As he said I guess there are definitely standards in the world of prosecutors that ordinary people cannot understand.”
Adeshan scratched his cheek. She also had the same question and asked Jaifa the same question. Her reply was ‘I’d rather die.’ It was.
“I see… Fuu it’s hard for me to adapt to the world of mortals. “Because so much happens in such a short period of time.”
“Hehe it certainly seems like that for a race that lives as long as Elthea. “That’s because I spent time with dragons.”
“But the most surprising thing is him. “What’s your name?”
Elsia asked with a twinkle in her eye. Her eyes remained on the baby in Adeshan’s arms.
It was deadly cute to see her sleeping soundly wrapped in her swaddling clothes. His hair as black as midnight resembled Adeshan’s a little more than Ronan’s.
“Lance. It means sword in the southern indigenous language. “Instructor Nabi Rose made this for you. Isn’t it okay?”
“It’s so pretty. “It’s a girl right?”
“I’m a man. “My eyelashes are long so I get misunderstood…”
“Awww.”
“Oh I woke up.”
At that time Lan Se woke up and opened her eyes. Elthea flinched.
Ranse’s eyes revealed beneath her thick eyelashes were a vermilion color resembling a sunset.
It was a timeless color that had been passed down from the distant past. El Sia’s vision became hazy as she suddenly remembered the days she spent with her savior. She put her face close to her Lance and smiled.
“Hello Lance. “Her eyes look a lot like her grandfather.”
“Ugh?”
Lan Se tilted his head. Adeshan was looking down at the two with a happy expression. Squeak – Suddenly the door opened and the Grancia family’s butler came in.
“It’s almost time to come in.”
“Oh thank you.”
The butler bowed politely and left the room. The place they were in was the bridal waiting room at the Grancia Mansion. After confirming that the door was closed Adeshan looked inside the room.
“Are you ready sister?”
“Now wait! “Just wait a moment!”
Iril said in a panic. She was sitting in front of a huge mirror constantly adjusting her clothes. Her pure white wedding dress was on her just like her own hair.
Even though her maids had already prepared perfectly seeing her do that made her seem quite nervous. Adeshan approached Iril and smiled.
“Don’t be so nervous sister. “It’s really nothing.”
“Isn’t that right? “You don’t have to worry too much right?”
“sure. “His and I’s wedding was over in an instant.”
“I cried so much at the time that I was out of my mind but I think that was the case… I’m jealous that they finished first… Adeshan was really pretty back then.”
Iril was in tears. At Ronan’s wedding Ade Shan wore an Allied commander’s uniform rather than a wedding dress.
She was so pretty that she literally went crazy but compared to him she felt so shabby. Iril looked at her clothes once again and asked worriedly.
“You know am I pretty now?”
“…yes?”
For a moment Adeshan was dumbfounded. She and Elsia who had been blinking in silence looked back at each other at the same time.
It was probably the most ridiculous question in the world.
****
The autumn sky was high. The trees that had grown neatly were burning themselves as if they were resisting the coming winter. The leaves that fluttered whenever the wind blew were filled with the colors of autumn leaves.
Schlieffen and Iril’s wedding took place in the garden of the Grand Mansion. The vast yet beautiful estate had been transformed into a perfect wedding venue today.
The luxuriously decorated garden was crowded with guests from all over the continent. Nobles and imperial families from each country as well as officials from Phileon led by Kratyr Archmage Lorhon and Emperor Balon 44 personally attended and graced the occasion. Asher sighed when he saw the familiar face.
“Hey Dragon King?!”
“iced coffee. You are the wizard who saved the dragon city. How have you been?”
Dragon King Azida Haka waved his hand. His golden mane-like hair and unique appearance stood out even though he was polymorphed into a human. Next to him stood a middle-aged man with jet-black hair carrying a large trunk bag.
“It’s been a while. Maisie Asher. “I’m happy because it’s been a while since I’ve seen a human.”
“Alibrihe…!”
Asher’s eyes widened. It was Alibrihe the black dragon whom I met in the Dragon City. Like Elthea she came down to earth after almost two years.
He suddenly sat down and opened his bag.
“Where did Ronan go? “She came with a gift but no matter how hard I searched I couldn’t find it.”
“Hehehe!”
Asher was shocked. Inside the trunk a pair of prosthetic hands and legs were neatly stored. Judging from its length and shape it seemed to fit Ronan’s physical condition.
“Why is that thing suddenly…!”
“I was greatly indebted to you some time ago and there was nothing I could give you other than this. “Something we can’t predict is a person’s future… Ah yours is also prepared.”
Alibrihe laughed. He said he also used this as a congratulatory gift to give to the bride and groom.
Because it was finished with an artificial skin it looked like it had actually been cut off from a human limb. Asher swallowed thickly and shook his head.
“Thank you…the wedding is starting soon so I’ll come visit you after it’s over. “If Ronan officiates today and goes in front of me…”
He was about to say something. Suddenly a familiar voice rang out from the stage in the center of the ceremony hall.
“Ladies and gentlemen! Please pay attention!”
“Hi…!”
“You can have drinks and food later. It’s not like I’m running away. “This is an important event so everyone focus!”
It was a loud shout that was out of place. Asher and the two dragons turned their heads at the same time. Ronan dressed in a suit stood in front of a golden podium with his hands in his pockets.
“hello. My name is Ronan who officiated. “Honestly I don’t think anyone knows my face so I won’t introduce myself.”
“You’re talking nonsense.”
The Dragon King sighed. Actually it wasn’t wrong. There was at least no one gathered here who did not know the swordsman who cut down the star.
As if to prove it most of the guests burst into laughter. After confirming that the surroundings were sufficiently quiet he stretched out his index finger and pointed towards the mansion.
“Then let’s get started with the wedding. Entrance of the bride and groom.”
Everyone’s eyes turned to the direction Ronan pointed. Before long the door to the mansion opened and Iril and Schlieffen walked out.
Originally they would have had to enter separately but it was Ronan’s trick for Iril who did not have a father to hold his hand. The moment the two stepped onto Virgin Road silence fell over the crowd.
“…and.”
In an instant everyone in the room forgot how to breathe. It would be no exaggeration to say that Schlieffen dressed in a wedding dress was the most stylish person in the empire but unfortunately next to him was Iril in a wedding dress. The Duke of Grancia who was watching the two people’s stance muttered to himself.
“…You thief.”
“How did that blunt kid bring in a woman like a sheep? “There are so many hallways.”
His wife also helped by her side. Even though he was her son she couldn’t defend him. Iril’s current control was at a level comparable to that of Navarroje descending in his true form.
The hem of a long gorgeous wedding dress like the fin of a tropical fish was sliding across the road. Two flower girls holding baskets were walking about five steps ahead scattering green flower petals on the road.
The two people finally reached the podium and stopped. Ronan looked at them one after another all very nervous. Iril whispered softly as his eyes met hers.
“Ro Ronan…come on….”
She was helpless with the shame and happiness she was experiencing for the first time in her life. Her blush was almost visible to her eyes but it was much better than the jerk next to her. Schlieffen who was extremely nervous was on the verge of fainting.
‘It’s a sight.’
Ronan laughed. Of course she was married herself so it’s not like she couldn’t understand her feelings but this was a bit extreme.
I guess I need to lighten the mood. Ronan who thought for a moment nodded his head.
“Before we proceed with the ceremony I would like to say a few words.”
“hmm?”
The Duke of Grancia shrugged his eyebrows. This was an unscripted action. Ronan walked to the front of the podium and opened his mouth.
“Honestly I was filled with anger until this morning. I was just wondering how to kick this bastard’s ass. Because he is the thief who stole my sister. “I still feel like my stomach is turning.”
“Ro Ronan…!”
“This has to be acknowledged. My older sister Miss Iril is the most perfect woman on this planet. Not to mention her appearance her lifestyle is also different. The reason I can stand here proudly and not die is because my older sister worked hard to change my diaper and raise me. In fact even at this moment I am wondering if I should take her sister and run away.”
Once again laughter broke out everywhere. Iril’s face turned bright red. She said sarcastically to Ronan who approached Schlieffen in a flirtatious manner.
“Compared to that what about this kid? She admits she looks a bit but that’s all she has. “It’s worth noting the delicate side of her that makes her unable to urinate properly if anyone looks at her.”
Ronan chuckled. Schlieffen’s face turned red. Unable to bear her shame he was about to say something.
“Ronan. “You…”
“Still he’s a good guy.”
Ronan interrupted her and looked back at her audience.
“To tell the truth he’s a very nice guy. At least it was the best male I’ve ever seen. Regardless of race. Schlieffen’s greatest strength is that he keeps his promises. About 5 years ago now… I was away for a long time once and I still keep the promise I made then. “A promise to protect my sister.”
“Did you make that promise?”
Iril’s eyes widened. It was a story she had never heard before. Ronan followed her.
“And Schlieffen kept his promise. Not only in the harsh winter but also in wartime where bald men ran rampant. In fact the miscellaneous descriptions and accomplishments of being the heir to the most prestigious family in the empire the swordsman who defeated Jaifa Turgeng who was called the greatest swordsman in history and the hero who saved this planet from the clutches of the bald believers are nothing compared to the merits just mentioned. . “Keeping your promise no matter what happens is such a great thing.”
Before we knew it the guest room had become quiet. Not even the sound of dishes clattering could be heard. Everyone was concentrating on Ronan’s words.
“So I’d like to take this opportunity to make one more promise. It’s great that there are so many people willing to become notaries. “Hey are you okay?”
“…okay.”
Schlieffen hesitated. I couldn’t possibly guess what was going to be said. Ronan who was muttering to himself faced him.
“Make my sister happy…no cancel. “I think this would be better.”
It was quite difficult to choose what to say. Ronan paused for a moment before opening his mouth.
“Be happy you two. “Until I die.”
And smiled. No answer came back. Iril’s shoulders began to shake slightly as she covered her mouth with her hand. Schlieffen who was silent for a few seconds nodded slowly.
“…I swear.”
