At the End of Ruin, There You Are (56 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 129

The wedding banquet held along the Ener River offered plenty to admire.

Caella’s grandly prepared venue, open under the summer night sky, was adorned only with light white curtains and drapes swaying gently in the cool breeze from the river. Round lanterns glowed everywhere, even floating upon the water.

Invited guests either looked down at the river from elevated spots or descended the stairs to enjoy boat rides. Fine wine flowed generously everywhere, accompanied by sweet delicacies and cheerful music.

Profusely blooming flowers decorated pillars and dining tables and crowded even the railings leading toward the river. Yet in terms of visual spectacle, the attendees themselves—dressed so splendidly that they rivaled the banquet hall—were equally impressive.

Princess Kerujan, the Crown Prince’s fiancée, had already changed into a new dress and adorned herself with dazzling jewels.

Amid countless nobles and royal guests proudly displaying their heirlooms, Grand Duchess Lusenford appeared once again wearing that very tiara which journalists had eagerly dubbed “an angel’s halo” or something of the sort.

Numerous heirloom jewels emerged, and the mere presence of elegant noblewomen and distinguished gentlemen provided abundant spectacle. On top of that, the gathering of the highest-ranking individuals offered even greater fascination.

“At this banquet, will the Grand Duchess and Lady Lavalle cross paths?”

Though most pretended disinterest, this was precisely the pairing everyone secretly anticipated. Throughout the engagement ceremony, all hoped—with delightfully mischievous intent—that Caella and Beatrice would meet at least once.

“If they meet, Lady Lavalle won’t let the Grand Duchess off easily, given her temperament. The Grand Duchess is so quiet and gentle, after all.”

“If they meet now, Lady Lavalle stands to lose. Where could she possibly be placed?”

As soon as this decisive remark was uttered, those who had hoped for a real-life third-rate romance novel fell silent.

“The Grand Duchess Lusenford now need only sit back and fill the empty Lusenford jewel vault. Mines keep being discovered in Lusenford, and both spouses share equal regency rights.”

Those speaking in sharp, grating voices were usually middle-aged to elderly noblewomen—precisely the very women who, at every banquet, surrounded Caella (who had lost her mother young) and ruthlessly repelled any opportunists approaching her.

“She couldn’t even repay her debts, lost a perfectly sound estate, and remains unmarried—a mere debt-ridden noble, utterly unlike us in bloodline.”

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