episode_0152

A pure white wedding dress is a symbol of the bride.

This has been an established fact for a long time, and no one in the world questions it.

Nevertheless, the moment Deltan saw her, he denied the obvious.

Wrong.

It was clear that the pure white wedding dress was something that existed just for her even before the culture of marriage was created in this country.

Otherwise, Deltan could not possibly explain why Agnes was so beautiful.

Her blonde hair was up, a veil covering her face, a pure white dress flowing gracefully along the lines of her slender body and fluttering from her hips, and on top of it, diamonds cut to the level of powder added brilliance.

It’s definitely a dress we’ve seen countless times in preparation for the wedding, but the mere fact that Agnes is wearing it feels like a dress we’ve never seen before.

“How about it?”

Have we come this close before we know it?

Deltan spoke to Agnes who was right in front of him.

“… It’s pretty.”

The Duke gave Agnes’ hand to the Deltans. His face is full of tears.

I am not sure about this, as it is the father’s intention to marry off his daughter. It’s simply because my attention was taken by Agnes.

“The dress was very difficult to wear.”

“… Did you?”

“Yes, the process of putting it on was complicated.”

“Because it’s expensive.”

I said it roughly, but she would be quite surprised to know that one dress is the same price as a noble house in the archipelago.

Deltan never mentioned that fact. Until a day like this, he thought it was really rude to show off by asking how much the dress was.

“Then can we start now?”

The grumpy Pope says:

‘Damn you old man.’

Are you not even giving yourself time to indulge in sentimentality?

Deltan nodded.

The Pope said it was right and began to look at the officiating.

Just by looking at it, it was clear that he had entrusted it to someone below him, a stereotypical officiant.

Of course, no one cared.

When it comes to the officiant’s address, who says it is more important than what is said.

Even if it wasn’t for that reason, it was like that.

Deltan was preoccupied with trying to turn away the attention focused on Agnes.

It would be a laughing matter if the groom was so captivated by the bride that he just stared at her the whole time.

“You can look at it openly.”

“I’m eating.”

“You can only see it now. Are you going to regret it for the rest of your life for not seeing it now?”

What Agnes said made sense.

Her wedding dress is something we will never see again except today.

Deltan quickly finished rationalizing himself and stared at her.

Do I have to live the rest of my life with someone like this?

In a shameful and cringe-inducing way, you start to think that you might be the happiest person in the world.

Meanwhile, the officiating ceremony was over.

“With this, we declare that we have become husband and wife.”

The Pope finally made a happy face and added another word.

“Kiss your oath. I will go.”

It just disappears.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

It’s not because of the Pope’s attitude. If that had been the case, the guests would have noticed the Deltan’s feelings and would not have shown such a tense attitude as they do now.

“Ohhh!!!”

Emperor Ishmark clapped his hands in excitement.

As soon as he opened the door, people everywhere started shouting ‘Kiss!’ People chanting words like these began to appear.

The Deltans felt deep anger towards the Pope.

Perhaps next year, the Hebron family would not donate a single penny to the church.

“You won’t do it?”

Agnes smiles.

The Duke’s cries from behind, ‘No!!!’ are an attitude of not caring.

Or is he ignoring the 7th princess next to him?

Whatever it is, it is something that cannot be avoided since the atmosphere has become like this.

Deltan thought of himself as a person who could put aside a little of his pride for the sake of the atmosphere and the trend.

It was never because I wanted to do it.

“… What should I do?”

“Push… .”

“Don’t laugh.”

“Sorry.”

Deltan removed Agnes’ veil with a red face.

Damn, it’s prettier. What on earth has she done? Doesn’t this woman seem like a creature from another world?

It makes me think that the veil may actually exist for the sake of order in the world.

When Agnes closes her eyes, her beautifully made-up eyelashes spread neatly.

It smells like a different perfume than usual. It wasn’t so much that it overshadowed my body’s scent, but it was satisfying, and for no reason, it gave me a strange feeling.

“Stop moping!”

Emperor Ishmark was so amused by this sight that he even urged it to death.

Deltan closed his eyes tightly and stuck his head out.

As their lips met, a sound like a pterodactyl’s scream pierced the Deltan’s ears.

It was the Duke of Levadein.

*

After the wedding took place, it was time for a banquet.

Although it wasn’t a dinner party that attracted many people to begin with, it was a place where Deltans could see quite a few happy faces.

“Count!”

Ilias, the prince of the desert, came first.

“Congratulations on your marriage. I am… .”

All I have to do right now is pack up a bunch of presents and hand them to the Deltans.

Still, he was a man with a knack for making money, so all the gifts he gave him were expensive works of art.

The next person to approach was Orga, the daughter of a tribal leader living in the northern snowy mountains.

“Count! Congratulations on your marriage!”

It seemed as if Kojjjik had grown a little taller.

Orga asked as he approached and glanced around.

“But when will our spirit return?”

Oh, was that what you were talking about? After all, the reason we came all the way here from the far end of the snowy mountain was not just to celebrate.

“Come back within a year. Wait.”

Horn Lake still has a role to play. Right now, the North needed to survive on its own.

“Eat a lot of delicious food and go.”

As I gently stroked her head, Orga nodded.

As soon as the word ‘delicious food’ comes out, I think this kid can’t help but look at nearby dishes.

Those who leave their personal acquaintance behind and approach them are those who have official business.

Most of them were nobles of the system, and as I ignored their words, the banquet was already ripening.

“Now, do you mind if I steal some of your time on this happy day!”

Suddenly, Ishmark stood on the podium.

Although he was in his 40s, he looked like a young man, but the dignity and composure he exuded was clearly that of a seasoned politician.

Ishmark, who instantly took control of the crowd, looked at Deltain.

Only later did Deltan remember what he had forgotten.

‘Come to think of it… .’

There was something the Marquis de Montbert said.

Did you say something unusual happened at the banquet today?

“Count Hebron, I sincerely congratulate you on your marriage. Now we are tied together as a family. What a great slope.”

Smile lightly.

At that moment, that damn genealogy flashed through Deltan’s mind.

From now on, Emperor Ishmark is my mother-in-law’s father.

‘A plague.’

My gaze immediately turned to Elina.

She was looking at herself and Agnes with a happy face, as if she was already trying to act as a mother-in-law.

“Deltain, don’t look over there.”

Agnes spoke in a low voice.

Deltan looked directly at Ishmark.

Then I sighed and got down on my knees.

When in public view, show respect to the emperor.

There was such a promise between the two.

“Seong-eun is devastated.”

“What is my sincerity? If there is no help.”

Ishmark chuckled and said that, then changed his expression and added another word.

“Anyway, for that reason I have a gift for you. I’m trying to take a look at my true seong-eun.”

Ishmark smiled sinisterly and clapped his hands, wondering what the plan was.

Then the atmosphere in the banquet hall changed.

The orchestra plays magnificent music.

One by one, the scattered people move out of their seats. Then, as if an imperial attendant, he walked over carrying a small box, stood in front of the emperor, and knelt down.

“Come here.”

Ishmark gestured.

Even Deltans could tell that some kind of ceremony was about to be held.

Deltan walked in front of him to see how far he could go.

“Count Hebron, listen.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Listen to the guardian who saved the continent from the devil’s invasion.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Listen to the intelligence of the times that protects this empire.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“There will be a promotion to title.”

Murmurs were heard everywhere.

The Deltan also frowned.

Ishmark continued.

“Please understand that I had no choice but to use this tactic. Since you are so busy with construction, you don’t have time to spare for the award ceremony.”

It was a half-joking remark expressing resentment.

Ishmark was right.

Deltan was a person who would immediately refuse if Ishmarc asked him to take time off to hold a title award ceremony.

The reason was that I did not feel much attraction in the title itself.

‘The reason I’m doing this now… .’

Naturally, strengthening the imperial power.

Considering the power structure of the system, it was none other than Ishmark’s imperial faction that benefited the most from this marriage.

After all, even if you cross a bridge, doesn’t that tie you to blood ties?

No, it’s funny that I even skipped it.

Ishmark was now Agnes’ maternal grandfather.

“From now on, Hebron will become the second duchy on the continent. Of course, it is a title that can be inherited.”

A shocking and unconventional declaration.

As the Marquis de Montbert said, the act of offering an imperial commission as a wedding gift was unprecedented in the history of the continent.

Ishmark said in a whisper.

“Don’t be too angry. Your wife… So, wouldn’t the title of duchess be more appropriate for my granddaughter than a countess?”

“Stop lying to your face.”

In order to implement all the policies that Ishmark wants to implement, nothing is more important than centralizing power and silencing opposing forces.

To that extent, he was a man who wanted to achieve radical reform.

You need a strong entourage for that. Support from nobles with higher titles is needed. But it cannot be made temporarily.

Therefore, titles should be given to worthy allies, and there was no family more suitable for the task than Hebron.

This is why no one in the system can express dissatisfaction with the Deltan’s title.

“I will make sure no damage occurs. They say they want to benefit from having good maternal relatives, but they are going too far.”

“This isn’t even funny, but let’s end it quickly.”

Deltan sighed and said.

Most of the key power figures in the system are gathered at the wedding.

It would not be good for Ishmark to criticize the facts announced here.

Aside from that, I easily got the commission and there was no reason to refuse it.

Responsibility commensurate with title? As it turns out, Deltans had no intention of taking on such responsibility.

“I’ll just skip the title of duchess and go.”

“I’m glad my granddaughter met her beloved in-laws.”

“If you say that granddaughter one more time, I will rip your mouth off.”

Ishmark said ‘Oh my gosh’ and lifted his hips again.

The ceremony continues.

Deltan glanced at Agnes.

she was smiling

As if he knew how Deltans were feeling right now.