Another world is full of happiness ( Template).

"It's too late! Dear George, it's about time! Quickly, please!

Elena and Madeline waited with a hurried look as the two of them entered the room. Elena glanced softly with a soothing look on her face, finally confirming that everyone was in place. He speaks with a gentle apology as he joins his hands, knowing that he is not seriously angry.

"Sorry! It's late. What were you two doing?

"I've been discussing this with your father. As far as this period goes, 'I can't bear to do my daughter to Lyoge!' Cause you say it out loud. My costume was messed up. Rest assured. Your father is safe where he can see you."

"Huh? Princess Elena? What do you mean," Safe where I can see it "? Huh? You don't mind? Wow, okay. I talked to your father, too. After the wedding, they're going to caricature the Empire's territory with a few of them."

"What? Cartooning?

I was a little drawn to seeing blood on Elena's wedding dress hem even though it was a discussion, but more than that, I glanced at the story of German-Zaitsev, Madeline's father's former emperor, going on a comic tour within the empire.

"What's that! I want to caricature too! Even if we go together..."

"Master Lyoge?

"Yes, you're not coming with me, are you? Dijo Budayo. Ancincityo. hahahahahahaha"

Suddenly Elena, who senses she tried to go with her in high tension, lowers her voice to blame. When he realized his eyes weren't laughing, he laughed dry as he deluded himself while appealing to what was a joke.

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"Then the bride and groom go here!

Seeing the twins show up at the wedding venue, the roaring cheers echo. Built in the Wang capital Sandstream, the ceremony site was built with a contribution of three percent of the national treasury, and there were other willing donations, including from empires, other countries and civilians, pouring huge sums of money.

"How many times have I seen it? It's gorgeous. If I had this money, I could use it for something else."

"God and demon king, princess of kingdom and empire. Besides, I'm married to the daughter of a white wolf who is said to be legendary. Plus there are plenty of humans and races in elves and demons. Countries expect it as a ceremony representing world peace. It's not luxurious considering that much. And when the wedding is over, we'll use it every year as a conference venue for the World Conference."

Elena responds with a laugh to the twilight whine. I was convinced that it would be used in the future, and when I turned my gaze to the crowd gathering, I saw this one with a face that seemed delightful to a wide variety of races, young and old.

"What! Dwarf? There are beasts out there! Some fairies, maybe? And a halfling?

"Huh? Yeah, yeah. Of course I am. Haven't you ever met him?

Dwarves drinking amicably shoulder to shoulder. I raise my voice in dismay when I see the elves playing the instrument with pleasure and the beasts and halflings dancing beside it. All of a sudden, he answered the falling two with surprise in the form represented by Karenarien.

"I've never seen you before! Oh, my God...... I can't believe what I did... I can't believe you haven't noticed such a temple situation..."

"Is that how depressing it is?

Melta asks Kuji, who is squirming with a bump when she heartfelt depressed after hearing Karenarien's answer. The voice began to speak enthusiastically with the momentum of spit flying as he raised his face well.

"You bet! I thought the temple collection rate was 100 percent! Weapon-making with Dwarves and getting along with Beastmen Event! Adventures with Halfling! There's so much more! You know what I mean? Hey, you know what? I forgot these temples. You know how spicy I am, don't you? Hey!"

"I don't know much. But I know you need to be careful. We're all in formation alpha."

"" "Roger!

"Hey, hey! What? Formation alpha!

We snorted at each other as if to ignore the screams of the two of us.

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"Mmm! Is it time for you to move on?

"" "Oh, I'm sorry" "

Apologizing to the clergyman who came to his voice as he coughed, the same goes to the place where Iolus waits. Iolus, who was also the subject of this marriage, was waiting on the altar to take on the role of granting blessings, swelling his cheeks to the two who seemed to have fun near the entrance.

"Gentlemen. It's sloppy! I wanted to mix it up too! It's puffy!

"You have no choice. It was Iolus who tensely and forcefully preached that God's blessings on His Apostle needed to be done by Himself."

"You did. I told you. I was going to take a delicious place, but I feel it would have been good for Mr. Orlando to bless me if I thought calmly..."

Iolus looks so depressed that it is easy to understand him. Together they talk while smiling bitterly but flushing lightly. Elena talks to Iolus, who is putting her temper back on, even though she has a slightly noticed windy face of being ignored.

"Well, let's get started. Mr. Iolus would like a word of blessing."

"Right. Hurry up, Mr. Iolus."

"What? Isn't it too gently flushed? You're gonna cry for real, aren't you?

"Don't cry because we're having a sweet party on you later. More than that, everyone's waiting for Aeolus's word, right?

Iolus, who is about to cry in the same response, is cautioned as he follows. Iolus coughed lightly and spoke to the crowd as they hurried around and noticed their gaze was concentrated.

"We will now have the wedding of our apostle, Mr. Jiuji. Ah! I'm one of the members to get married, too! You can't give up around there! You all know that! If it flushes lightly like the two of you, it will be hot!

"Hey. There's vegetables out there. Everybody's got a kiotong face."

The crowd, which had not been heard that Iolus would marry, quieted back for a moment, but then turned into a great cheer that would also reach heaven.

"Oh! Awesome cheer"

"Naturally. Mr. Iolus will remain in Saphiria as the god of the living."

"I feel that gratitude to Mr. Chuji helps God. That's great."

Karenarien answers her thoughts with a full grin. Iolus also replied with a smile as he waved to the crowd. Marco, who watched that from a distance, approaches and talks.

"Hey. Time to move on."

"What? 'Get on with it'? No way Marco made a meta statement...... Ouch! What the hell! You haven't talked to the end! No way. You know what meta speech means, too?

"It's called 'too'! You don't know! But when you talk like that, you're not thinking about a lot of things! Get on with the ceremony! Everyone here is waiting for you!

Marco's dialogue responded with pleasure, but he gets a scratch on Mithril's Harrison along the way. I started talking like Iolus was impressed with the way those two were doing.

"As always, Mr. Marco's scratches are crossed! Knock Harrison in without even giving him a chance to defend him. To Marco, who has such great skill, I am the god... Ouch! Ouch! Hey! Mr. Marco! The Harrison you have in your left hand is made of silver! That's against the rules! It really hurts!

"Ugh! What's the title! If you'd held more of Lyoge's reins, you wouldn't have bothered me!

"What? That has nothing to do with me... No, nothing."

When Iorus, slapped with a silver harrison, protests with tears, there is an irrational response from Marco. It was just Iorus trying to protest, but he lagged behind Marco with a blue face when he switched to Harrison of Gold with a sharp gaze.

"Oh! Is that the power of the Patriarch?"

"Right. I thought that was the foretaste of Ultimate Righteous's" Golden and Silver Double Blade Harrison Rage. "

"Even though it's Harrison, it sounds like the Patriarch has a knife in his name."

"We need to be able to get Marco a scratch soon, too. You need to gather your followers to do that."

Those who call themselves believers spoke with envy as they watched Marco chase them around on the altar.