At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"I will spin our lives and tell those who grew up. FOLLOWBURBE FAUMF UMUR will take Refine as his wife and vow to accompany him"

"I will also tell you that Refine Bowdle Wyneth Drienez takes Foroble as her husband and vows to accompany her."

Between the thrones, a good passing voice sounds. Mr. Bulbe and Mr. Lynn head to the throne and kneel down to tell your ancestors what they think of each other.

Now on the throne is a portrait of a previous queen. I mean, it's Mr. Bulbe's mother.

Apparently, as far as royalty is concerned, this is how he wakes up on the throne a portrait of a king or queen of the past, not a graveyard, and reports to it.

Inai told me that he was just going to sneak up on the royal brink tomb later.

A large number of humans stare at it as it lines up to empty the central passage. Most of the people who are here now seem to be royalty. The eagle field is different, Ijanaino Casilla.

But it's a great number. It's okay because the throne room is wide, but if it's a bad wedding venue or something, I can't get in, like this.

I can see it because I'm in the front row, albeit at the end, but it seems like the people behind me are going to see it.

Don't you see anything when you're as low as I am?

But, Mr. Bulbe, that's cool. I feel like a boulder king.

I'd totally be dressed like a float, but I'm a mess. You should be tall!

When Mr. Lynn usually knows, she's beautiful enough to want to say who that is.

No, she's a beauty, but she is.

It's not like I saw it before, but it's wearing a bright white dress that shows red hair, creating a very aristocratic atmosphere.

Does Mr. Bulbe go along with it, or is it wrapped in white?

After a while the two stood up and moved to the right side of the throne with their hands together.

When the two of them turn this way, Mr. Celes, who stood on the other side of it, and the man who will be his husband, kneel before the throne.

A gentle, blonde-haired man. Is that Mr. Celes' husband?

But it's amazing. As opposed to Mr. Bulbe and the others, I'm a total blackjack, those two.

Well, Mr. Celes has silver hair, and I can see it if I can.

"I am pleased to inform you that Orlad Zenez Kauran vows to accompany Seres as his wife."

"I will tell you. Ser 'es Fou Graugineb Umr vows to accompany Orlad as her husband."

Like Mr. Bulbe and the others, the two tell the portrait on the throne.

To put it all out, I still take my hands in the same way and return to the position I was in earlier.

Using the signal that the four of them had turned forward, Mr. Ubburne and Mr. Arne, standing on both ends, lay their swords horizontally.

Mr. Arne has a big sword. It's a big fucking sword. What the hell is that?

"You have sworn and named the Holy Knight by your predecessors, with Oomroe Bowdor Ubburne!

"Likewise, the blacksmith's head was named by his predecessors and seen by Arne Igifonea Bolodore!

A wild voice of tremendous voice echoes throughout the Throne Room.

What a voice. Don't get to the edge for sure, what is that now?

When that voice disappears, Mr. Bulbe and the others start walking down the central aisle, holding each other's partner's hands.

So out of no-one cheers and applause, and it spreads.

4 walking away with a grand chest in it. It's the front row, so I could see you walking out, but when you go inside, I can't see you anymore.

I resent the low height.

"After this, are we moving down to the hall?"

"Whoa. So, it's a airship later."

The point is, do some banquet stuff on the ground floor and feel like an airship for a second party.

And then there seems to be a few days of festivities outside. I'd like to go check it out if I have time.

Because of this, Mr. Bulbe and the others are going around the city in their cars after this.

We go to the hall in the meantime, and it feels like we're standing.

Hmm, when the protagonists return, the royalty goes to congratulate them individually.

It seems hard that none of the four of us have time to rest. Mr. Lynn, I wonder if you can stand it?

You said you were tough for a long time, but are you okay? I understand well that Mr. Mirka hated it.

If you think about it, you can hear the door closing once and for all. Pre-decided, it's a signal that four people have passed by.

Because I don't see it.

Then the applause gradually disappears and the chatter grows louder instead.

It's awesome because of the large number of people.

After a while, closed doors open and people feel signs of movement.

We'll be the last ones to move. The closer they are, the later they seem to move.

"Master Refine and His Highness Seres, you were beautiful!

"Hey."

Sigal is excited. Sigal, too, I guess, but I admire it.

I guess I admire it. He's got huge sparkling eyes.

"Well, if you do it and look at it, you'll think it's good."

"Right!

Mr. Inai and Mr. Sigal are having an affair.

After all, I guess I should get married properly, not as a lover or something.

I don't want to let you two go.

"Oh, don't worry. Nothing. Not yet."

"Oh, yeah, I'd rather be a little older too!

I was followed by the two of them as if they had seen through my thoughts.

Sigal seems to mean it as much as he wants, but I wonder if Inai cares...

Well, I guess I shouldn't really care more than the two of you saying this.

"You still don't move?

Inai asks if Huk gets bored of waiting.

But it doesn't look like it's coming off at all, and don't think I can do it yet.

"Oh, no, wait a little longer."

"Mm, okay."

Huck nods unexpectedly honestly. I thought I'd have a little more time.

In fact, I don't know when I can move this.

"Speaking of which, where are Mr. Mirka or Mr. Aroness?"

I haven't seen those two since the ceremony started. Finally, I haven't even seen Mr. Guldo.

Or is Mr. Guldo here?

"Those guys are escorts. I don't think it's a problem for the blubbers, but it's a one-off."

"Uh, I see."

Oh, shit, escort.

No matter how strong the king is, if he's going out of town, I'll put an escort on him, and you'll put a strong man on him, right?

But then, I wonder what Mr. Ubburne won't follow.

"Normally, isn't Mr. Ubburne going?

"It's tough when things go wrong over here. I left Burbe to Mirka and Aroness, and Lowe was given more trouble."

Uh, shit, is this harder?

Sure, if you ask me. Such a large number of royal nobles, I'm sure it's troublesome.

After that, we waited a long time, so we could move.

They waited quite a while. I guess that means a lot of people.

Is the banquet okay? I think I'm going to get into trouble when I drink.