Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

And on the day of the rapidly decided wedding, there were roughly fewer than fifty people in the city's assembly hall (churchyard).

In its center are the leading werewolf man "Luga" and the rabbit woman "Cheryl". The two seemed to be hung with words of blessing by fellow workers at each workplace, Nina, who managed to get the rest together this time, and Ferris, who had come before Georg. They were both dressed in slightly fuzzy clothes made of cotton rather than simple hemp single clothes that they usually wear. Perhaps Nina distracted herself and let the textile processing guys make it.

"Luga, Cheryl"

When Georg rang from the outside of the hedge, the people he noticed paved the way sassy. And he seemed to be waiting for Georg's signal to start by making his eyes shine.

"This is it!... Dear Georg!

"Look!! So many people have come!!

Cheryl, who can't hide her excitement by pinning those long ears to Luga, who caresses her as she shakes her tail violently. Seeing how it goes, Georg responds with a flamboyant grin.

"Mm-hmm. It's a beautiful day. I've been looking outside, but it looks like we're almost ready for the dinner party."

This time, it was Georg who said that the ceremony itself should be concluded briefly, and then all the participants should eat outside the assembly hall. Food has come to a lot of room, too, and I'll do it somewhat flashy about the first wedding in the city, and because I want to do the daily hard work of not everyone, but at least just the ones who can afford it today.

"Yes!! Everyone brings me ingredients... I've never seen such a luxurious meal... can I be so happy..."

to Luga seeping through those eyes that I was impressed with.

"Wow... I think the same thing. I'm just so glad that everyone blessed me with Luga... so much attention from Master Georg..."

Cheryl overflows tears without indulgence. The fact that I seem really happy has certainly been passed on to Georg as well.

"Well... if that's all I'm happy for, I have nothing to say either. Now let's get started!

"" Yes!!

To Georg's word, the people who were on the spot take their seats in the chairs in the assembly hall, and the two lead actors stand side by side at the end of what they call the Virgin Road in the church. There, a bookkeeping stand as tall as his waist is placed to face the other side of the two, and Georg stands opposite it and slowly speaks the words of initiation.

"Now then, Luga the Werewolf, and Cheryl the Werewolf, will perform the wedding of these two names"

To Georg's strict proclamation, the venue quiets at once. After making sure of that, Georg continued his words.

"Luga"

"Yes."

"Do you swear that you will love Cheryl, honor, have mercy, and not question Cheryl's love throughout your life?

"... Ha! I swear!"

"Mm-hmm."

Georg, who came this far and reached the peak of tension or finally couldn't bear the tears, answered as Luga rinsed his nose and heard it, now turning to Cheryl.

"Cheryl."

"Ha... yes!

"Do you swear that you will love and honor Luga throughout your life, that you will stand up for it, and that you will not question Luga's love?

"Yes... yes... I swear... I swear!

"Nice."

Cheryl in tears and whimpers. Having heard the words of the vows of both names, Georg goes on to say more.

"Love is forgiving and affectionate, and also, not jealous, not exalted, not proud, not seeking profit. The two of them have now sworn here to endure, sneak, and believe in everything for the sake of those they love. The witness to that oath is everyone here, and I am. If there's no difference, sign this."

So he put the pledge and two pens, the ink kettle, which he had prepared, on the ledger, and turned it towards the two of us. The two take the pen placed there with trembling hands, first signing from Luga.

"... Ha, shudder... can't write well..."

Luga manages to write it up as she holds it up to support her hand holding the pen with her free hand.

"It's really... the first... word I've practiced so many times..."

Cheryl finally wrote it up, wiping the overflowing tears with one hand.

After confirming it, Georg nods deeply and takes the signed pledge and declares it.

"The pledge of both names has been made here. Whoever stays here admits that all of them are witnesses, and let's accept this in the name of Georg… Now it's good to decide the names of the two families as a sign that they have become a family"

The originally unnamed sub-people are allowed to name their favorite names when they come here. But no one named him until his last name. It's not that Georg constrained it, it's just that there was a fixed notion that surnames were not acceptable unless they were noble or royal.

But that nasty common sense was also about to disappear here now.

………

But they don't say a word to each other. When Georg thinks about what's going on, they finally open their mouths.

"What's our family name..."

"Dear Georg, I'd like you to..."

Two people with bright red eyes tell me so.

"Me?

"Yes... I know we don't have it, but it's also because of Master Georg that we're standing here in such a sunny mood right now..."

"If we could give that Georg a family name… we would have sworn our vows deeper."

"Hmm..."

Georg was troubled. Because I don't know what kind of criteria I should use to give my family name, etc. But I'm also sorry to say no to this on this occasion, Georg desperately explores and speaks of memory and knowledge.

"... falltier"

"" Fall tier...?

"Oh, that's a word that means courage. Now the two have broken one common sense, let us praise its courage and give this surname"

Fortia, courage in Latin. It's a word I pulled out of modern knowledge. It happened to be a word I found at a time when I was researching the quotes, aphorisms, etc. of great men closely (I can't go into details).

"Yu... courage..."

"Ah... thank you!

"Um, at this, then, Luga Faultia. and end Cheryl Faultia's wedding. Everyone, bless the two new gatekeepers with all your strength!!

When Georg wraps it up that way, the audience stands up simultaneously and gives a big round of applause to both of them. It's flying from somewhere to the flowers. The two people who finally stopped crying at the way it was, cried out again, and were teased around them, after the occasion.

"Marriage or... one day, will I too"

Georg, left alone, squeals so small. By now, those who cooked and waited outside would have welcomed the two of them to a grand reception. When I thought of such a happy sight, I felt somewhat envious Georg...

"Marriage... me too... I'd like to try... brother..."

By that time, Ferris, out of the circle of people outside, was overflowing one of those things, too?