Chapter 77 – Wedding
The morning of the wedding day was bright.
The villagers gathered in front of the Holy Church.
There was also Seo-jun, and Mrs. Dumas, who was no different from a loner in the village.
There was a viscount knight staying in the village for a while – Sir Lorend, and 20 young soldiers who decided to stay in the village from now on.
They were holding their glasses one by one and eating from the table one by one.
It was not like a town where a tragedy had just occurred. People laughed louder and chattered louder, as if to push away the gloomy atmosphere.
“Hey Lily… Do you want to dance with me today…?”
If it was the same as before, it was a stern that would never have approached even because of Ian.
Stern, dressed neatly today and brushing her hair with lard and tossed back, held out a glass of wine to Lily and quietly teased her.
Lily opened her lips slightly with an ah, then involuntarily looked at Ian, who was standing in the distance.
Ian was in the center of the ceremony, learning from Jack and Sophia about the groom’s behavior and ceremony.
At the sight of her dressed up in a fancy outfit like never before, Lily bit her lip.
It wasn’t for himself, it was for someone else.
“Lily…?”
When she didn’t get her answer from her, it was Stern that showed her uneasiness.
Stern was probably the most heartbroken at the news that Ian was marrying Monica.
He has had a crush on Lily since before her pepper grew hair.
Maybe she had a crush on Ian before.
However, his love could not last forever.
It was a fact that everyone in the village knew that Lily and Ian cared for and liked each other.
But what is this? It wasn’t enough that Ian had a relationship with Monica all of a sudden – didn’t he have a child -.
So, even holding a wedding ceremony, naturally, the village men’s interests were immediately focused on Lily.
The prettiest girl in town. Undoubtedly, she has unrivaled beauty that can be counted on the hands of any woman in the world.
There wasn’t a man who stood in front of her and didn’t make her heart thump—and she didn’t masturbate imagining her naked body.
In fact, the men of the village were sick to the stomach at the news that Monica was marrying Ian, and at the same time they had a strange expectation that they might be the one to be with Lily.
So, even after the first stun, men who took out the best clothes from every corner of the house and put on their heads and beards neatly tidied up with saliva or lard were waiting in line.
Alas…
Lily, who read the heat only belatedly, felt a drop of cold sweat dripping down her back.
Someone rushed towards the two of them.
“What are you doing in the corner?”
It was Seojun.
Lily, who inadvertently looked up at him, opened her eyes involuntarily.
Instead of the tattered gray-brown top and pants and brown boots he usually wears-.
Wearing a neat tunic, well-ironed trousers, and a coat with a collar embroidered with daffodil patterns, Seo-jun seemed to have jumped out of a painting.
Not only Lily, but all eyes were focused on Seo-joon from all directions.
The village girls seemed eager to talk to him somehow, and even the married women who came to the ceremony arm in arm with their husbands blushed as they looked at Seo-jun.
Seo-joon looked around the ceremony hall and pulled his hair back.
Sophia, who was walking around the wedding hall with Jack from afar, blushed and glanced at her – she met Seo-joon’s eyes, and she averted her gaze.
Seo-joon smiled and looked down at Lily again.
“I hear the roast duck is delicious. Let’s go and eat.”
At Seojun’s words, Lily finally came to her senses.
Originally, she didn’t want to come to Ian’s wedding. But if she knew she was absent, she would force herself to participate because she feared he would hurt her.
Maybe that’s why she couldn’t sleep a whole night since yesterday, and today she was bloated to the inside.
No matter what I ate, it didn’t seem like it would be digested properly.
Just as she was about to refuse, Seo-joon grabbed her arm.
“Oh···! Why, why is this…?”
She was surprised and tried to shake it off, but Seo-joon whispered in her ear.
“They will ask you to dance with them all day, won’t it be annoying?”
At Seo-joon’s words, she looked up at his face in an enticing way.
Seojun smiled and continued.
“Come with me. It bothers me too.”
Indeed, the village girls who were looking for Seo-jun were staring at the two of them, licking their lips.
Yes, today’s main characters are Ian and Monica anyway. All they have to do is take a step back quietly and congratulate them.
Lily can keep her other guys from getting entangled, and Seo-joon can keep the other girls from coming.
It was mutual aid-.
Seojun held out his hand.
“Catch. It’s only for today anyway.”
“…”
Lily looked up at Seo-jun’s face for a moment, then slightly turned her head to look at Ian.
Ian was muttering something while looking at the floor, wondering what he was thinking.
Perhaps he was repeating it so as not to forget the manners he should have with his bride.
No matter how important the day was, she was disappointed that she never paid attention to herself. It was lonely.
Yeah… I couldn’t bless him, but I thought it would be better than being so gloomy the whole time with a dark expression.
“Great.”
Lily turned her head around and looked at Seo-jun again. Then, he held out his outstretched hand.
Seojun’s hand was much bigger and firmer than Ian’s. Her entire hand was covered. I wonder if her grown-up man’s hands are like this.
I wouldn’t be a few years older than Ian-. It was a strange thing.
Seo-joon held Lily’s hand and walked around the venue.
I picked up food one by one and said hello to people.
The townsfolk seemed worried that Lily might have been hurt, but she didn’t show it.
Pretending nothing was wrong, she put on her noodle soup and messed around, and she got angry at Seo-joon’s mischievous hand play, such as subtly wrapping her around her waist.
Thanks to this, the men and women who were aiming for the two of them expressed their regrets- and soothed their bitter feelings with the food that was full of food.
Suddenly, cheers erupted from people’s mouths.
Whoaaaaa-
Wheeeeeiik-
Aaaaa-
People who put their fingers in their mouths and whistle, or put their hands together and scream and cheer at the top of their voices.
The bride appeared riding on a donkey. The man holding the reins was the bride’s father – Melson.
The groom-Ian, who was standing in the middle of the ceremony hall nervously, stared at the bride as she rode into the room on a brownish donkey.
Little girls and boys ran about, scattering flower petals from a basket full of flowers on the way for the bride to walk.
On top of the petals, Monica, who had lightly put her foot in the hands of her father, lifted the white cloak that covered her face and looked around her wedding hall.
Then, she meets Seo-jun’s eyes and quickly avoids his gaze.
She must have been nervous too, her eyes quivering and the tips of her ears red.
Perhaps curious about the bride’s face, twenty young soldiers and Sir Lorenz narrowed their eyes and even glared at him, but they were hidden by their cloaks and couldn’t see them closely.
Monica kissed her father on the cheek and walked slowly down the petal-paved path to her Ian, who stood in the center of her wedding hall.
“Whoaaaaa!”
“Pretty Monica…!”
“The fairy has come down…!”
“Isn’t it too pretty…!”
Cheers and shouts poured out from all sides of her every time she stepped on the flower petals.
Monica finally arrived in front of her Ian.
The two men and women looked at each other’s faces, realizing that you were just as nervous as I was, and smiled lightly.
Although Ian loved Lily, she wanted to pay respect to Monica.
She was determined to love the woman she would take as her wife with all of her heart, even as she expressed her responsibility for having her child with her.
She thought that would make her manly.
So, in the middle, I tried to catch the gaze that was going to Lily.
Fearing that she would be shaken when she saw her, she won her heart over and over again.
Whoa – Ian, who took a deep breath, only saw Monica wearing a cloak.
“Now then, the groom takes the bride’s mantle.”
At the words of Bishop Luton, who stood at the pew, Ian looked into Monica’s face and nodded her head.
Her smile eased her tension a little.
He went up to Monica and took off the white cloak that covered her face.
Everyone at the wedding hall marveled as her immaculate face, powdered and tinted, was revealed in the sunlight.
The noisy soldiers and the women chewing food opened their mouths.
Monica’s well-decorated appearance was more beautiful than expected.
It was like a bunch of flowers with profuse petals.
It was only natural that Ian’s cheeks would heat up when he saw her face to face.
Monica raised an eyebrow at Ian’s expression.
“Am I pretty····?”
“····Yes.”
Ian’s prompt response made Monica laugh.
Immediately the bishop of Luton waved his hand and drew the attention of the hall.
It was the beginning of the ceremony.
