Crown Prince Hermeia's second wedding was so hastily prepared that it was not a first-time ratio.
Whatever, it's parallel to the Founding Fathers' Festival. Neither the procedure nor anything happened. We omitted what could be omitted, and it seemed that there was not enough time, even if only the minimum. Invitees have the same face as the Founding Fathers.
Still managed, I guess, because Queen Housel was ready and ready. Preparations proceeded in the form of letting Queen Housel handle everything from Claude's costume to the altar decorations.
Some nobles flaunted themselves to give a ceremony at the behest of Queen Hausel's kingdom, but when the Chancellor, the Crown Princess's father, said with a smile, 'Wouldn't it be nice if it didn't cost me a budget' before I had time, I couldn't argue and shut up. It's a ceremony where I don't know Claude or any emotions, I'm not obsessed.
If you don't use what you used in the ceremony with Eileen, anything would have been fine.
In the end, the Empire of Hermeia only offered the festival as a place. Queen Housel's side was also as simple as putting a large matching mirror over the front and entrance doors on the altar that would serve as a ceremony, and the rest.
They're also baffled by the sudden circular. A large number of people thought it was a Founding Festival ritual, not a wedding, because they were forced to screw around during the middle of the Founding Festival. In response to that perception, there is no offer of redress from the side of Queen Housel.
Isn't it my main purpose to be my second queen?
Keith stands up, weaving his black cape and grating his loosely braided hair.
"Yes, that's fine, Master Claude."
"Then it will come proper"
Keith raised his head and dropped himself off as he answered cold. As usual.
Including the altar, the festival has no roof. I thought it would be troublesome if it rained, but the weather was a lot clearer. I haven't moved any of my emotions, so I'm lucky.
With no expression, stand beside a woman in a grated pure white bridesmaid costume with a vale. It doesn't matter who's inside, so I wasn't even willing to talk to him. But a woman is better off talking to me.
"Are you angry?
"I don't think anything in particular about you. Honestly, I'm going to forget my name."
After a little while, a woman laughed small in the vale.
"I'm Grace Dulk. … but I'm glad you haven't been so interested."
"I'm not having fun, though. Are you having fun?
"Because it was my dream to give you a wedding. Of course, a ceremony with you who loved me was ideal, but this is still enough, I'm satisfied. I don't greed."
The sound of the trumpet, the signal of admission, rang. Looks like a guide to heaven. Or, hell.
Giving her arm, the woman has been clutching her hand in that arm. As always, nothing moves emotions. It was so strange.
Even though it's so similar to the maiden of the Holy Sword that I've dreamed of.
As I waited in line for the door to open, the woman spoke to me again.
"Why is Irene here?"
I don't think it's soggy. There is no evidence anywhere that this woman is involved.
Serena's betrayal is the only thing Augusto saw that completely healed her belly wound with incredible resilience. The Serena also slipped through the demon's eyes and disappeared somewhere.
Eileen should have a magical wedding ring, but a search using demons is more dangerous than we can keep up with the signs. Same as Ashmeil, likely inhibited by the power of holiness.
So if I were to use it, it would be human, but Claude only minimally organized the Knights search party, which has rarely offered to cooperate.
(... Speaking of which, I haven't been able to get in touch with Isaacs who are going to hit me first)
But even with them, Claude's means are the same. Just wait.
"I hear you're pretending. Am I bothering you?"
"You'll be able to say hello sometime."
"I hope so?
For the first time in a slightly ridiculous tone, Claude strained his lips.
"You've changed your tone. I feel a little different about my attitude and tricks. Is that the vegetable?
"... no, I'm nervous, so it doesn't go the way it usually does. Excuse me."
"I don't care because I'm not interested. But... well, for example, it's impossible to keep her captive, even if she's your pride."
Both doors were opened.
Step out onto a velvety path with no flower blizzards. Late, the woman also took a step forward.
"She can break something like that. Wife of the Demon King, of course."
……
"So if you stay in captivity, that's deliberate. That's the trouble with her. Jump into the enemy in peace. Always, for me."
Claude walks down the path he was in, looking up at the sky obliquely with his white face.
"That's why I'm not mad at you. I'm angry at my wife."
Quiet ceremony. Go through the quiet as before the storm. Silently, pale.
"I can do whatever I want with my husband's concern about me. It has always been so. I'll give it to you. More and more men than me. Around I realized. [M] First, you should let her learn what happens when you leave me alone. If you do, you won't have to make a choice to leave me."
This is a setup, Claude said the same thing he told his men.
"I became my wife. If it's not time for you to calm down now, I'm in trouble."
Cancer, and suddenly there was a noise coming from somewhere.
The audience shrugged, and the woman's legs stopped, but regardless, Claude tried to drag the woman forward and stood in front of the altar.
On the altar is a matrimonial pledge. Just sign this and the job is done.
Whatever happens after that is not what Claude found out.
I'm not bad.
cancer and again, now the sound echoed with the momentum that rocked the entire venue.
It's because of you. Above the entrance, a matching mirror carried by Queen Housel. He said something about reflecting the truth, but I don't care about that either.
"I would do anything for my loving wife. Marrying other women, whatever."
At the next moment, a sound similar to the explosion sounded and a giant mirror smashed and scattered.
Screaming, the audience escapes. Claude, slightly inclined in the knuckle, puts the pen down and turns around before signing.
The other side, coming out of the mirror, floating through the universe with broken walls and mirror fragments to keep the wounded from coming out.
"Welcome back, Eileen"
At the end of the day, he couldn't stand to kick it.
Claude smiled refreshingly at his lovely wife, who looked down at this one with a face of brace.