Ettin’s fancy hand movements, cooing the baby reaching out to her with a chirping voice as soon as she saw her mother, showed her skill as someone who had been a nursemaid in her heyday. Ettin, who decided to stay in Lindcoem Mansion for a while without returning to the monastery, treated Maha like her granddaughter.

“Sorry. I missed you so much… I’ll just hold him for a moment.”

She horribly hated the wedding ceremony time usually held in the morning, which coincided with the baby’s nap time.

Whenever she said that Maha’s smooth black hair and ruby-like eyes, resembling her father’s, were the prettiest, Kasar laughed and said that she was even prettier.

Kasar also did his best for the baby.

Even if he was busy, he never skipped a day to hold Skaha’s hand and take a walk in the garden with Maha. Thanks to Lindcoem’s relatively mild seasons, even in winter, they sometimes walked along the Linneva River on sunny days. On those days, they walked alone without taking Maha outside the mansion.
For Skaha, who was already leading a happy married life, a wedding was nothing more than a formal recognition procedure for their relationship.

During her twenty-year-old summer, Skaha, who had never dreamed of making a home since that day, might have had some romantic fantasies about the wedding, but she wasn’t particularly excited about it.

Walking the Virgin Road hand in hand with the man symbolizing the humiliation of that day, now in a similar maroon, Skaha imagined what it would feel like to walk the Virgin Road, feeling like when she walked down the tree-lined street in Lindcoem on a warm early summer day. And Skaha’s imagination was always somewhat poorer than reality.

Walking the Virgin Road, holding hands with Emperor Attila and heading to Kasar, felt quite different from Lindcoem’s early summer or the tree-lined streets with the atmosphere of late autumn.

To express the feeling of desperately holding onto the language that was scattering and oxidizing in the air, it was like walking along a beam of light visible in front of you.

There was only Kasar amidst the swirling blur, and he was the only one barely visible. Skaha wouldn’t remember anything about silk or floral decorations later.

So, she didn’t even know that it was Emperor Attila, not the archbishop, who officiated and exchanged vows.

After the solemn ceremony and just before the start of the second part of the reception.

Seeing the nobles of Parsad gathered to not miss the joy of being invited to the wedding of a high noble, Skaha secretly sighed.

“I didn’t know there would be so many guests. I thought everyone at the nuptial mass was all there…”

“Only those without sin can enter the mass.”

Even knowing that it referred to those who had witnessed the confession, Skaha teased him with a playful expression.

“Then, aren’t you the first to be chased away?”

In response to the word he had just spoken, somewhat cute and amusing, Kasar chuckled quietly.

“Then I would be the next one to be chased away.”

“Why me?”

“Because you probably didn’t confess the sins committed at the confession.”

“…Be quiet. What if someone hears?”

Despite Skaha’s shamelessness, she glared at him with an absurdly handsome face.

“And if I were to talk about it in the confession, I wouldn’t like it because our Maha was born due to sin.”

“Right. So let’s pretend we don’t know and not get chased away.”

After saying that, Skaha, whose tension eased thanks to Kasar’s joke, pinched the small hand held in her big hand.

“Did you invite Eriu? I met Eriu earlier.”

“Because he’s your friend.”

Though he remembered not to forget to ask about what Eriu was doing and where he was, Kasar responded as if it were natural.

“I scolded Eriu a lot. He didn’t tell me he was a princess…”

“Who would dare to speak ill of my wife.”
Thanks to the man who enthusiastically played along, Skaha could finally relax completely and laugh a little more naturally.

However, kissing the man referred to as the leader of the Parsad Empire nobles in front of so many guests was a different matter.

Before the start of the wedding reception, there was a procedure that declared the completion of the marriage between the two. However, she didn’t know that kissing him in front of so many people was part of it. Perhaps it was because she had learned about it in such polite language during marriage education.

Looking at Skaha, who had an overly dignified face to exchange a kiss, Kasar barely restrained his laughter.

“If someone sees us, they might think I’m devouring you. Relax.”

“During marriage education, I thought the declaration was just a verbal announcement… There was no such thing at Nemed and Orla’s wedding… By any chance, do you know how far we should go with the kiss?”

Kasar recalled the many noble weddings he had attended.

During the kiss of the vow for marriage, no one had ever slobbered all over the bride… However, there were no specific regulations on how deep the kiss should be.