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I almost flinched, but I held my ground.
"We are indeed the last-minute replacements, but I believe this, too, is God's will. We will do all we can to help you..."
But of course, since I was a false priest, I would have no choice but to leave if she requested it. I was a bit sad about that, but I was not a real priest, so there was not much I could do.
"And the house here has a legend of a silver wolf, right? I think I'd be perfect for that, then."
The groom, Mercurio of the Cedano family, and the bride's Pristol family both had a wolf design on their family crests. As the eras changed, eagles and lions became more popular, but old families that were once part of the ancient empire still sometimes retained the wolf motif in their heraldry. Because of that, both of these households had a tradition of collecting dogs easily mistaken for wolves with silver and white coats and hiring a silver-haired girl to act as the bride's chaperone.
Myuri, of course—there was no other girl in the world with as beautiful silver hair as hers—had worded her assertion to make it sound like that was the reason, but she was a real wolf. In reality, there was no one more suited for this role than her.
However, the red-haired bride was still acting like an alert wolf and glared back and forth between me and Myuri.
I still did not understand what the bride's true intentions were, but I recalled that she had asked if she could trust us. In that case, the thought that came to me was that this red-haired girl had come to ask a favor that was not so easily asked.
Weddings were huge turning points in people's lives and would normally be filled with smiles and blessings, but for the bride—the one who arguably held the principal role in a wedding—to wear such a brooding expression, several possibilities sprang to mind.
The first thing that occurred to me was that this wedding was not what she wanted.
Then again, I could not detect even the slightest hint of reservation coming from the girl in front of me, almost as though she would wrest whatever it is she wanted with her own hand; she did not seem the type to submissively go along with a wedding that her parents had decided on that was against her will. But there seemed to be a difference in affluence between the Cedano and Pristol families, and it was not unusual for a noble to marry their daughter off for political reasons.
It was more than possible that this red-haired bride was searching for someone she could trust, wanting to shut down this unwanted wedding. The problem was whether this was something an outsider could get a word in edgewise about.
It was my principle, however, not to abandon the troubled people who were before me.
Looking at the girl who seemed like a wounded animal, I announced, "My name is Tote Col."
"Wait, Brother?!"
I ignored Myuri, her eyes widened in surprise, and continued.
"I am the one known as the Twilight Cardinal throughout the world."
It was not that long ago when great turmoil had rocked this city. The redheaded girl seemed to have at least heard rumors and looked at me, startled.
"I hid my identity from Mercurio because I believed that there would be trouble if word got out that I acted as a priest. But if you are in distress and seek aid, then my name may be of some help. My acquaintances may lend a hand, too."
By using the connections we had cultivated thus far, we could at least help this girl, who seemed like she was being forced into an unwanted marriage, escape. All that was left was the question of whether she would trust us or not...It was then she answered my offer with spite.
"...If you're going to lie, at least make it believable."
Unsure of how to respond, I only shrugged, and the bride gave a slight groan.
"But you do look just like the rumors say. I guess you are who you say you are, huh?"
"The name of Twilight Cardinal is quite exaggerated, so it's somewhat embarrassing, I must admit," I said, and she snorted.
"Then...can I...trust you?"

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"It's actually unbelievable how stupidly straightforward my brother is," Myuri interjected, and the girl looked to her. "'Cause see, a cute girl like me keeps asking him to marry me over and over, but he says stuff like, 'I'm gonna be a priest, so I see you as nothing more than a little sister,' and refuses! And we're not even related by blood! Even though I crawl under the blankets with him during the night all the time, he still won't listen to me!"
Myuri spoke with a sullen look, and after a moment of surprise, the girl looked at me.
"...That's ridiculous. She's so cute—why not marry her?"
"Right?!"
Worn out by their exchange, I said, "More importantly, what is it you require?"
The girl straightened herself, as though snapping back to reality. It was not a graceful act that she had learned while training to be a wife but a brisk movement done by those who had gone through fierce drills.
"You people...no, I'm sorry, the both of you must have come here on God's will. Please, I need your help. There's no one else here I can depend on."
The bride, the star of the wedding, was asking for help.
I exchanged glances with Myuri, and I found that her eyes were glittering—she loved stories like this.
"I need to make sure just one more time. You're not working for my father, are you?"
A freewheeling daughter and a father who wished to rein her in.
That relationship was not unusual. Myuri, who was allowed to do as she pleased, was decidedly an outlier.
Weddings were supposed to be happy affairs, however, and not something to force upon someone.
"No. That is why I think we may be able to help you."
The girl's face twisted, as though she had been hit in the chest, and after a brief moment in which she looked like she was about to cry, she said, "I am so thankful. I truly appreciate it. Please help me do something about this mess of a wedding."
So it was an unwanted wedding. Myuri, who adored nothing more than elopements in tales of romance, seemed entirely convinced that was the case as well.
Then the girl said, "My father is going to assassinate Mercurio. Please. Save my beloved Mercurio!"
"...What?"
The world was filled with the unexpected.
What the redheaded bride, Arte Pristol, revealed was a situation exactly the opposite of what I had imagined.
"My father is going to assassinate Mercurio," Arte said again. "My hardheaded father opposes our marriage. My family is one that thrived on military exploits. But the Cedano family prospered immensely when their forefather was appointed as a civil official. My father always says that a man who has never been to war is a weak man, so he must see this wedding as a terrible match."
I was taken aback, but the mismatch of family status was a real problem. Why else were marriages between nobles and commoners always taken up as the main topic of operas? And it was a problem that existed between noble families as well.
Arte shook her head and curled her bottom lip.
"I remember the time I first met Mercurio, at the festival in my hometown. Ever since they first met, my father never looked at him kindly."
"Is that so?" Myuri asked, gently placing her hand on Arte's knee in order to calm her down.


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"It's actually unbelievable how stupidly straightforward my brother is," Myuri interjected, and the girl looked to her. "'Cause see, a cute girl like me keeps asking him to marry me over and over, but he says stuff like, 'I'm gonna be a priest, so I see you as nothing more than a little sister,' and refuses! And we're not even related by blood! Even though I crawl under the blankets with him during the night all the time, he still won't listen to me!"
Myuri spoke with a sullen look, and after a moment of surprise, the girl looked at me.
"...That's ridiculous. She's so cute—why not marry her?"
"Right?!"
Worn out by their exchange, I said, "More importantly, what is it you require?"
The girl straightened herself, as though snapping back to reality. It was not a graceful act that she had learned while training to be a wife but a brisk movement done by those who had gone through fierce drills.
"You people...no, I'm sorry, the both of you must have come here on God's will. Please, I need your help. There's no one else here I can depend on."
The bride, the star of the wedding, was asking for help.
I exchanged glances with Myuri, and I found that her eyes were glittering—she loved stories like this.
"I need to make sure just one more time. You're not working for my father, are you?"
A freewheeling daughter and a father who wished to rein her in.
That relationship was not unusual. Myuri, who was allowed to do as she pleased, was decidedly an outlier.
Weddings were supposed to be happy affairs, however, and not something to force upon someone.
"No. That is why I think we may be able to help you."
The girl's face twisted, as though she had been hit in the chest, and after a brief moment in which she looked like she was about to cry, she said, "I am so thankful. I truly appreciate it. Please help me do something about this mess of a wedding."
So it was an unwanted wedding. Myuri, who adored nothing more than elopements in tales of romance, seemed entirely convinced that was the case as well.
Then the girl said, "My father is going to assassinate Mercurio. Please. Save my beloved Mercurio!"
"...What?"
The world was filled with the unexpected.
What the redheaded bride, Arte Pristol, revealed was a situation exactly the opposite of what I had imagined.
"My father is going to assassinate Mercurio," Arte said again. "My hardheaded father opposes our marriage. My family is one that thrived on military exploits. But the Cedano family prospered immensely when their forefather was appointed as a civil official. My father always says that a man who has never been to war is a weak man, so he must see this wedding as a terrible match."
I was taken aback, but the mismatch of family status was a real problem. Why else were marriages between nobles and commoners always taken up as the main topic of operas? And it was a problem that existed between noble families as well.
Arte shook her head and curled her bottom lip.
"I remember the time I first met Mercurio, at the festival in my hometown. Ever since they first met, my father never looked at him kindly."
"Is that so?" Myuri asked, gently placing her hand on Arte's knee in order to calm her down.

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I was flustered, unsure how to react to Arte as she flexed her biceps, but Myuri genuinely cackled and asked gently, "Then? What kind of happy poem did he give you?"
As though she had been waiting for that exact question, she shyly yet proudly said, "It basically said, Why not place your sword down sometimes and have a nap at the spring's edge? I honestly don't know what makes a poem good or bad. But I was shocked. I had to memorize stiff and old poems when I was learning how to read and write, and all I hear during our banquets are poems of flattery trying to kiss up to me. I was amazed that such placid, gentle poems existed."
As the very one who used stiff and old poems as reference material for Myuri's reading and writing lessons, her gaze stung when she wordlessly stared at me.
"I became obsessed with him then. I begged him for poems like a child. But he never once made a sour face and instead read me so many poems that had me rolling on the floor with laughter."
Mercurio might have been talented when it came to poetry, but the reason they were received so well was likely because of his personality to begin with.
Myuri eagerly lapped up everything Arte had to say about Mercurio, perhaps even more delighted than the bride herself.
However, Arte's face suddenly clouded over.
"But from my father's point of view, Mercurio is just a weak man with a glib tongue. He would always interrupt our conversations and say spiteful things like, 'Why don't you stop talking and cross swords in a sparring match?' My father eventually came to me and asked, 'Since when were you interested in poetry?' That pigheaded man doesn't know how talented and kind Mercurio is!"
Someone who had lived through and made his living through war had a viewpoint that was entirely too different. From Arte's father's perspective, Mercurio was alien.
That being said, there was something that bothered me.
"But...did your father eventually approve the wedding, then?"
Surely things would not have progressed this far had he not.
"Nothing resembling a blessing, obviously. There are lots of people with good business sense in the Cedano family, so they're a major force that has spread its roots to countries all over. My father must have been apprehensive of what might happen if he outright rejected a request for marriage from the Cedano family. There are plenty of people who can wield a sword in my family but not many who can wield a pen. We have little money to speak of, and the power of the sword doesn't mean very much in this day and age."
In short, it was her father who had been the one forced to accept an undesirable marriage.
"There's lots of tragedies with forced marriages, but this is the opposite, isn't it?"
When Myuri asked, Arte drew up her eyebrows again.
"I swear, the men in my family have calcified in outdated thinking, like rocks! I knew my father would object, and I told Mercurio as much. Then...even though someone with his pedigree could have any other he wished, he took my hand and vowed that he would do whatever it took to put together a wedding..."
Arte's cheeks went red, and she rubbed her hands together, perhaps recalling the moment.
Myuri, who thought of romance stories as the most precious and noble in this world, smiled warmly as she watched over Arte.
Arte then made a face as though she was suddenly waking from a dream, and her expression contorted.
"And I'm certain it wasn't just my family that was against this. There must have been opposition from Mercurio's own family, too."
"Really? Why?"
"My family's status isn't very high, and we're not good at making money. And on top of that..." Arte shrugged her sturdy shoulders. "Look at me...I look nothing like you'd expect a bride would look."
I almost absentmindedly nodded, but Myuri preempted me and drove her heel into my foot, ending that without incident.
"That's not true. You're a really pretty bride, Miss Arte."


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I was flustered, unsure how to react to Arte as she flexed her biceps, but Myuri genuinely cackled and asked gently, "Then? What kind of happy poem did he give you?"
As though she had been waiting for that exact question, she shyly yet proudly said, "It basically said, Why not place your sword down sometimes and have a nap at the spring's edge? I honestly don't know what makes a poem good or bad. But I was shocked. I had to memorize stiff and old poems when I was learning how to read and write, and all I hear during our banquets are poems of flattery trying to kiss up to me. I was amazed that such placid, gentle poems existed."
As the very one who used stiff and old poems as reference material for Myuri's reading and writing lessons, her gaze stung when she wordlessly stared at me.
"I became obsessed with him then. I begged him for poems like a child. But he never once made a sour face and instead read me so many poems that had me rolling on the floor with laughter."
Mercurio might have been talented when it came to poetry, but the reason they were received so well was likely because of his personality to begin with.
Myuri eagerly lapped up everything Arte had to say about Mercurio, perhaps even more delighted than the bride herself.
However, Arte's face suddenly clouded over.
"But from my father's point of view, Mercurio is just a weak man with a glib tongue. He would always interrupt our conversations and say spiteful things like, 'Why don't you stop talking and cross swords in a sparring match?' My father eventually came to me and asked, 'Since when were you interested in poetry?' That pigheaded man doesn't know how talented and kind Mercurio is!"
Someone who had lived through and made his living through war had a viewpoint that was entirely too different. From Arte's father's perspective, Mercurio was alien.
That being said, there was something that bothered me.
"But...did your father eventually approve the wedding, then?"
Surely things would not have progressed this far had he not.
"Nothing resembling a blessing, obviously. There are lots of people with good business sense in the Cedano family, so they're a major force that has spread its roots to countries all over. My father must have been apprehensive of what might happen if he outright rejected a request for marriage from the Cedano family. There are plenty of people who can wield a sword in my family but not many who can wield a pen. We have little money to speak of, and the power of the sword doesn't mean very much in this day and age."
In short, it was her father who had been the one forced to accept an undesirable marriage.
"There's lots of tragedies with forced marriages, but this is the opposite, isn't it?"
When Myuri asked, Arte drew up her eyebrows again.
"I swear, the men in my family have calcified in outdated thinking, like rocks! I knew my father would object, and I told Mercurio as much. Then...even though someone with his pedigree could have any other he wished, he took my hand and vowed that he would do whatever it took to put together a wedding..."
Arte's cheeks went red, and she rubbed her hands together, perhaps recalling the moment.
Myuri, who thought of romance stories as the most precious and noble in this world, smiled warmly as she watched over Arte.
Arte then made a face as though she was suddenly waking from a dream, and her expression contorted.
"And I'm certain it wasn't just my family that was against this. There must have been opposition from Mercurio's own family, too."
"Really? Why?"
"My family's status isn't very high, and we're not good at making money. And on top of that..." Arte shrugged her sturdy shoulders. "Look at me...I look nothing like you'd expect a bride would look."
I almost absentmindedly nodded, but Myuri preempted me and drove her heel into my foot, ending that without incident.
"That's not true. You're a really pretty bride, Miss Arte."

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"It's not flattery!"
After that brief exchange, Arte continued.
"Either way, Mercurio was really successful in getting things done. But my father is stubborn, and all my relatives are scarcely better than barbarians. They won't hesitate to let their physical strength speak for them when it comes to something they don't agree with."
I ended up picturing a pirate or bandit leader, but perhaps it could be argued that old noble families were like that, too, in a way.
For warrior families, behaving like true and proper warriors was the very core of their existence, after all.
"But...assassination? Wouldn't that make things things even worse than just refusing the wedding if it came to that?"
Myuri was correct.
I looked at Arte curiously, who sighed.
"Despite how he always messes up his prayers at the morning services, my father's so cunning. You heard the order of events, right? There's the perfect opportunity for a murder in there."
"The order of events? Hmm, I go with you to the church...then, um...wait—don't tell me it's poison?"
What Myuri had thought of was likely the part where the bride, Arte, feeds the cake that wards off demons to Mercurio.
"Nope, he's not that clever. Not only that, but all the guests are being served the same food."
"Oh, right. Then..."
As I stood beside Myuri, her thoughts churning in her head, it struck me.
Of course there was a scenario where assassination would be most suited.
"Could it be during the ritual where the bride's relatives attack the groom?"
Myuri's mouth froze in an O.
Arte nodded slowly.
"He's going to claim it was an accident. In reality, guests do sometimes get drunk and get carried away, which invariably ends with someone becoming seriously injured. But that is exactly why they're going to let things get out of hand. The venue for this ceremony is cozy, in this private courtyard, but back at home, it isn't unusual to have everyone in town come, and weddings usually spiral out of control with the townsfolk all jumbled in together. There's a story about a marriage between the children of two opposing territories that was supposed to help them make amends, but the alcohol reignited their blood feud and a great many died. Isn't that just the epitome of barbaric?"
With limited guests, one could quickly narrow down who an assassin was. That was why it certainly made sense to create a situation where it was clear who killed whom, but to treat it as an unavoidable accident.
"If it's true, then I want to beat up every single one of them, one at a time..."
"Wait, but," I interjected. "What convinced you he is truly planning an assassination?"
She must have happened upon him holding conspiratorial talks or something of the sort. There must have been proof if she was this certain of her suspicions.
Arte brushed her bright-red hair upward, and she turned to me with glazed eyes.
"Despite how busy everyone should be with spring festivals right now, all my strongest relatives have shown up. They're the kind who'd drink from the skull of a bear they defeated one-on-one. You know what I mean, right?"
Myuri seemed a bit excited by that, but I understood perfectly well what sort of people Arte's relatives were.
"Not only that, but they all carry around their swords. Each of them carry top-class weapons that come with reputations and war stories. Why do they need weapons at a wedding?"
"But don't nobles always bring swords with them to celebrations?"
Myuri was somewhat informed on these affairs, since nobles and royalty often visited Nyohhira.
"They do, yes, but...they are generally ceremonial swords. Most of them do not have blades that can cut."


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"It's not flattery!"
After that brief exchange, Arte continued.
"Either way, Mercurio was really successful in getting things done. But my father is stubborn, and all my relatives are scarcely better than barbarians. They won't hesitate to let their physical strength speak for them when it comes to something they don't agree with."
I ended up picturing a pirate or bandit leader, but perhaps it could be argued that old noble families were like that, too, in a way.
For warrior families, behaving like true and proper warriors was the very core of their existence, after all.
"But...assassination? Wouldn't that make things things even worse than just refusing the wedding if it came to that?"
Myuri was correct.
I looked at Arte curiously, who sighed.
"Despite how he always messes up his prayers at the morning services, my father's so cunning. You heard the order of events, right? There's the perfect opportunity for a murder in there."
"The order of events? Hmm, I go with you to the church...then, um...wait—don't tell me it's poison?"
What Myuri had thought of was likely the part where the bride, Arte, feeds the cake that wards off demons to Mercurio.
"Nope, he's not that clever. Not only that, but all the guests are being served the same food."
"Oh, right. Then..."
As I stood beside Myuri, her thoughts churning in her head, it struck me.
Of course there was a scenario where assassination would be most suited.
"Could it be during the ritual where the bride's relatives attack the groom?"
Myuri's mouth froze in an O.
Arte nodded slowly.
"He's going to claim it was an accident. In reality, guests do sometimes get drunk and get carried away, which invariably ends with someone becoming seriously injured. But that is exactly why they're going to let things get out of hand. The venue for this ceremony is cozy, in this private courtyard, but back at home, it isn't unusual to have everyone in town come, and weddings usually spiral out of control with the townsfolk all jumbled in together. There's a story about a marriage between the children of two opposing territories that was supposed to help them make amends, but the alcohol reignited their blood feud and a great many died. Isn't that just the epitome of barbaric?"
With limited guests, one could quickly narrow down who an assassin was. That was why it certainly made sense to create a situation where it was clear who killed whom, but to treat it as an unavoidable accident.
"If it's true, then I want to beat up every single one of them, one at a time..."
"Wait, but," I interjected. "What convinced you he is truly planning an assassination?"
She must have happened upon him holding conspiratorial talks or something of the sort. There must have been proof if she was this certain of her suspicions.
Arte brushed her bright-red hair upward, and she turned to me with glazed eyes.
"Despite how busy everyone should be with spring festivals right now, all my strongest relatives have shown up. They're the kind who'd drink from the skull of a bear they defeated one-on-one. You know what I mean, right?"
Myuri seemed a bit excited by that, but I understood perfectly well what sort of people Arte's relatives were.
"Not only that, but they all carry around their swords. Each of them carry top-class weapons that come with reputations and war stories. Why do they need weapons at a wedding?"
"But don't nobles always bring swords with them to celebrations?"
Myuri was somewhat informed on these affairs, since nobles and royalty often visited Nyohhira.
"They do, yes, but...they are generally ceremonial swords. Most of them do not have blades that can cut."

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It was an old perspective passed down from times of constant war.
Arte was a girl with the spirit of a new age born into a traditional family.
"If I was the only one to suffer, then I would be willing to go through anything for the sake of the Pristol family. But hurting Mercurio is too much."
Her red hair trembled, as though it had burst into flames.
Myuri looked at Arte like she was a shining star and gently took her hand.
"You really love him," she said and smiled, and Arte's face immediately went redder than her hair.
Though she had derided herself for not looking the part of a bride, she clearly needed to take another look at herself.
More importantly, a maiden in love should be happy.
"But what should we do?"
What Myuri said reminded me to focus. Indeed—how should we actually go about dealing with this?
"These skilled and hairy guys have their favorite weapons with them, right? No matter how much you've trained, Miss Arte, you'd still be outnumbered. And to protect someone else at the same time..."
"Yeah...you're right. I couldn't attend this ceremony with sword in hand. The best thing I could get my hands on is that massive wooden spoon for when I feed him the cake."
Myuri had even joked at the port about using it as a weapon.
This was not a comedy, however, and a wooden spoon would be no match for steel blades.
"And we can safely assume all the other guests are on my father's side. Everyone is so aloof with me. Mercurio just keeps saying it's okay and doesn't listen to me...But I'm sure there must be people in Mercurio's family whose interests line up with my father's. Now that they're letting people with weapons into the wedding, we should suspect everyone."
And that was why she had been hesitant to trust anyone, but then when complete outsiders managed to get mixed up in the wedding, she saw her chance. She had come to this room knowing that this was the only place she could reliably ask for help.
Judging by how both Arte and Mercurio were acting, they just wanted to have their wedding without mishap or mayhem.
In that case, we had to do something so that the wedding would end peacefully.
The three of us would make our stand against a band of stalwart veterans.
"Or...," Arte said suddenly. "Maybe my only option is for me to back out of this, after all?"
If Arte gave up on the marriage, then it would be pointless for the people from both the Pristol and Cedano houses to cause chaos at the wedding as a pretext for attacking Mercurio.
"But you don't want to do that, and that's why you came here, right?" Myuri asked.
Arte gave a pained hum and nodded.
"...If you want to run away with Mr. Mercurio, then I may be able to help."
Since leaving Nyohhira and traveling, I have come to meet a lot of people.
Among those were people who were not human, and if they lent us a hand, we could sneak the couple out of the kingdom.
"The truth is, that is what I want to do. But Mercurio is next in line to lead the Cedano family. He has a lot of responsibilities, and in his absence, there would probably be a struggle for power and a succession crisis would break out. I can't just...ignore all that and ask him to run away with me..."
Arte was not simply a girl who wielded a sword. She was sharp and had commendable foresight.
"I wondered if a priest could somehow persuade my superstitious father, but what do you think?"
She turned to me with an unsure look precisely because she already knew it was likely impossible.
For a moment, I thought, if only I were a dignified-looking elder priest with a beard...But if everyone could be swayed by a priest's coaxing, then war would have vanished from this world a long time ago.
"If the assassination has already been decided and set in motion, then he may simply pretend not to know anything about it."
"...Yeah, that's true..." Arte sighed, and her gaze drifted downward.


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It was an old perspective passed down from times of constant war.
Arte was a girl with the spirit of a new age born into a traditional family.
"If I was the only one to suffer, then I would be willing to go through anything for the sake of the Pristol family. But hurting Mercurio is too much."
Her red hair trembled, as though it had burst into flames.
Myuri looked at Arte like she was a shining star and gently took her hand.
"You really love him," she said and smiled, and Arte's face immediately went redder than her hair.
Though she had derided herself for not looking the part of a bride, she clearly needed to take another look at herself.
More importantly, a maiden in love should be happy.
"But what should we do?"
What Myuri said reminded me to focus. Indeed—how should we actually go about dealing with this?
"These skilled and hairy guys have their favorite weapons with them, right? No matter how much you've trained, Miss Arte, you'd still be outnumbered. And to protect someone else at the same time..."
"Yeah...you're right. I couldn't attend this ceremony with sword in hand. The best thing I could get my hands on is that massive wooden spoon for when I feed him the cake."
Myuri had even joked at the port about using it as a weapon.
This was not a comedy, however, and a wooden spoon would be no match for steel blades.
"And we can safely assume all the other guests are on my father's side. Everyone is so aloof with me. Mercurio just keeps saying it's okay and doesn't listen to me...But I'm sure there must be people in Mercurio's family whose interests line up with my father's. Now that they're letting people with weapons into the wedding, we should suspect everyone."
And that was why she had been hesitant to trust anyone, but then when complete outsiders managed to get mixed up in the wedding, she saw her chance. She had come to this room knowing that this was the only place she could reliably ask for help.
Judging by how both Arte and Mercurio were acting, they just wanted to have their wedding without mishap or mayhem.
In that case, we had to do something so that the wedding would end peacefully.
The three of us would make our stand against a band of stalwart veterans.
"Or...," Arte said suddenly. "Maybe my only option is for me to back out of this, after all?"
If Arte gave up on the marriage, then it would be pointless for the people from both the Pristol and Cedano houses to cause chaos at the wedding as a pretext for attacking Mercurio.
"But you don't want to do that, and that's why you came here, right?" Myuri asked.
Arte gave a pained hum and nodded.
"...If you want to run away with Mr. Mercurio, then I may be able to help."
Since leaving Nyohhira and traveling, I have come to meet a lot of people.
Among those were people who were not human, and if they lent us a hand, we could sneak the couple out of the kingdom.
"The truth is, that is what I want to do. But Mercurio is next in line to lead the Cedano family. He has a lot of responsibilities, and in his absence, there would probably be a struggle for power and a succession crisis would break out. I can't just...ignore all that and ask him to run away with me..."
Arte was not simply a girl who wielded a sword. She was sharp and had commendable foresight.
"I wondered if a priest could somehow persuade my superstitious father, but what do you think?"
She turned to me with an unsure look precisely because she already knew it was likely impossible.
For a moment, I thought, if only I were a dignified-looking elder priest with a beard...But if everyone could be swayed by a priest's coaxing, then war would have vanished from this world a long time ago.
"If the assassination has already been decided and set in motion, then he may simply pretend not to know anything about it."
"...Yeah, that's true..." Arte sighed, and her gaze drifted downward.

Output:
"This is the manor of the rich Cedano family. Those windows are fitted with plated bars and glass. Even I can't break that."
Churches commonly served as shelter during wartime, and they often housed treasures, so they were sturdily built. It seemed that tradition was observed even in the chapels of metropolitan manors.
"Then..."
The three of us desperately combed through our collective wisdom, yet we could not come up with a good idea.
Myuri finally looked to me as though she had struck on something, lightly shaking a plain-looking cloth pouch that she never took off, even when she was dressed up.
Her subtle gesture was asking if she should turn into a wolf and save them that way.
I donned a glum look because that seemed to be our only option. Myuri in her wolf form could even break through reinforced windows with her raw strength.
Arte's story, however, was still stuck in my mind.
Everyone present was a veteran who had vanquished a bear one-on-one. I doubted they would be frightened of a wolf, even a massive one, and that may put Myuri in danger. Drawing one's sword in a holy church was a damnable offense, though...and that is when it struck me. The incident was to take place in the holy church. That meant—
"I see."
"What is it, Brother?"
Both Myuri and Arte looked at me.
I turned to Arte.
"Miss Arte, if your opponents are unarmed, would you be able to protect Mr. Mercurio?"
Arte blinked, balled her hand into a fist, and fixed her eyes on me.
She clenched her fist, opened it, then finally squeezed it tight.
"If it's a fistfight, I have no intentions of losing, even against my uncles. Even if I don't win, I can use my large body as a shield that will keep Mercurio safe, so long as they don't have any swords."
I could picture her fighting bravely in the face of open violence.
"But can you do that? They're not going to comply with weapon confiscation."
"They are warriors, of course—they might be put on alert if we call it a confiscation. However, the ceremony will be taking place in a church. They are planning an assassination, so they may be unprepared, thinking this a one-sided fight. I can have them set aside their swords for a moment."
"That...may be true."
"How are you going to take away their swords?"
Right as I was about to respond to Myuri's question, there was a hurried knock at the door. It flew open without waiting for a response from us.
"Oh, Lady Arte! I finally found you! Why are you here?! The ceremony is starting! Chaperone, are you ready as well?! Please get ready, too, Father! Come, come!"
The woman who entered looked to be the head maid of the Pristol family. Her hair was tousled and beads of sweat dotted her forehead because she had been running around, looking for the missing bride, and behind her stood several similarly heavy-breathing girls holding a white dress, the last piece of the bride's outfit.
We were out of time.
"Okay, I'm coming," Arte replied and looked at me. "If you can take their weapons away, I'll manage. Good luck," she whispered to me before leaving the room.
She was filled with tragic resolve as she walked away, like a noble princess from a vanquished nation being led to the guillotine. Myuri looked after her with worry as the maids dragged her away.
"You come now, too!" the head maid said to Myuri.
I had to head to the church as well.
"Brother." Myuri did not say much to ask me her question. Her expression was a mix of unease and anger.
"The church is my territory. There will be plenty of opportunities for me to say, Please lay down your weapons and stand. I will use everything I have learned thus far to make it happen."
"But..."
Even if they were to put down their weapons, they would likely keep them within arm's reach.
Myuri was both anxious and fretting, so I placed my palm on her cheek.
"Don't make that face. You'll ruin all the pretty makeup you have on."
Myuri's expression tensed, and her face went red. It was likely equal parts bashfulness and aggravation.


Instruction: Given first part of the popular LightNovel spice and wolf as input, continue the story the best you can.

Input:
"This is the manor of the rich Cedano family. Those windows are fitted with plated bars and glass. Even I can't break that."
Churches commonly served as shelter during wartime, and they often housed treasures, so they were sturdily built. It seemed that tradition was observed even in the chapels of metropolitan manors.
"Then..."
The three of us desperately combed through our collective wisdom, yet we could not come up with a good idea.
Myuri finally looked to me as though she had struck on something, lightly shaking a plain-looking cloth pouch that she never took off, even when she was dressed up.
Her subtle gesture was asking if she should turn into a wolf and save them that way.
I donned a glum look because that seemed to be our only option. Myuri in her wolf form could even break through reinforced windows with her raw strength.
Arte's story, however, was still stuck in my mind.
Everyone present was a veteran who had vanquished a bear one-on-one. I doubted they would be frightened of a wolf, even a massive one, and that may put Myuri in danger. Drawing one's sword in a holy church was a damnable offense, though...and that is when it struck me. The incident was to take place in the holy church. That meant—
"I see."
"What is it, Brother?"
Both Myuri and Arte looked at me.
I turned to Arte.
"Miss Arte, if your opponents are unarmed, would you be able to protect Mr. Mercurio?"
Arte blinked, balled her hand into a fist, and fixed her eyes on me.
She clenched her fist, opened it, then finally squeezed it tight.
"If it's a fistfight, I have no intentions of losing, even against my uncles. Even if I don't win, I can use my large body as a shield that will keep Mercurio safe, so long as they don't have any swords."
I could picture her fighting bravely in the face of open violence.
"But can you do that? They're not going to comply with weapon confiscation."
"They are warriors, of course—they might be put on alert if we call it a confiscation. However, the ceremony will be taking place in a church. They are planning an assassination, so they may be unprepared, thinking this a one-sided fight. I can have them set aside their swords for a moment."
"That...may be true."
"How are you going to take away their swords?"
Right as I was about to respond to Myuri's question, there was a hurried knock at the door. It flew open without waiting for a response from us.
"Oh, Lady Arte! I finally found you! Why are you here?! The ceremony is starting! Chaperone, are you ready as well?! Please get ready, too, Father! Come, come!"
The woman who entered looked to be the head maid of the Pristol family. Her hair was tousled and beads of sweat dotted her forehead because she had been running around, looking for the missing bride, and behind her stood several similarly heavy-breathing girls holding a white dress, the last piece of the bride's outfit.
We were out of time.
"Okay, I'm coming," Arte replied and looked at me. "If you can take their weapons away, I'll manage. Good luck," she whispered to me before leaving the room.
She was filled with tragic resolve as she walked away, like a noble princess from a vanquished nation being led to the guillotine. Myuri looked after her with worry as the maids dragged her away.
"You come now, too!" the head maid said to Myuri.
I had to head to the church as well.
"Brother." Myuri did not say much to ask me her question. Her expression was a mix of unease and anger.
"The church is my territory. There will be plenty of opportunities for me to say, Please lay down your weapons and stand. I will use everything I have learned thus far to make it happen."
"But..."
Even if they were to put down their weapons, they would likely keep them within arm's reach.
Myuri was both anxious and fretting, so I placed my palm on her cheek.
"Don't make that face. You'll ruin all the pretty makeup you have on."
Myuri's expression tensed, and her face went red. It was likely equal parts bashfulness and aggravation.

Output:
"We do...?"
"They at times walk without making a sound and can roam the church freely, and more importantly, they are your loyal allies."
Myuri's mouth gaped when I said that, and she simply uttered, "Oh."
At Myuri's feet was the owner of a small pelt, who had started snoring at some point.
"Indeed. I will ask the guests to place down their weapons when the time comes. The more a family values old tradition and formalities, the more likely they will be to obey."
"And that's when I use the dogs to bring the swords to us, right?"
It was when we had been eating the pirate's bowl that I noticed. When Myuri looked at something with want, the loyal stray dogs would immediately leap at the indicated loot. Moreover, how many times had I had my meals stolen by sticky-pawed strays while I was traveling? It was with that very boldness that they survived the tough life on the streets.
Not only that, but ever since Myuri had stepped through the door, all the stray dogs that had been gathered here had welcomed her warmly.
We just needed to rely on them to collect the weapons.
"Even if we can't collect them, we can use them to cause confusion, and dogs running around people's feet should be enough to keep the guests busy. We could use the opportunity to escape."
Myuri, impressed, nodded, then grinned.
"I think your brains are finally working, Brother."
"It is because I have your help."
I pinched her cheek lightly, and she flashed a ticklish smile.
"Okay, I'm going to Miss Arte."
"All right, then. Good luck."
"I got this!"
Myuri stood, patted the sleeping puppy on the head to wake it, and left the room.
I was sure the wedding would end peacefully.
Since it seemed that my appearance, at least, was that of a first-rate man of the cloth, it should be easy for me to convince the guests put their weapons down. I told myself that to calm my unease.
"All right. Let's go," I murmured and sprang up. If people like Arte and Mercurio could not be bonded together, then how could I continue to speak of God's righteousness?
I strode toward the door and reached out to it.
My hand made contact with air because someone had pulled the door outward to the hallway.
"Myuri?"
I looked up, wondering if she forgot something, and in that moment, I froze. Before me was a massive man, staring down at me. His beard was an eye-catching red, and I knew immediately that it was Arte's father.
This man—whose values had been forged on the battlefield and who was plotting to assassinate Mercurio—had arms that were thicker than my legs. His neck was like that of an ox, and I reckoned this was what a frog felt like being stared down by a snake. No matter how strongly I believed in God, I knew the reality that his words rarely ever stopped violence.
"...C-can I help you?"
Though I managed to squeeze out some words, my voice squeaked, and the massive, red-bearded man standing in the hallway remained silent, staring at me.
It would be nonsensical for me to ask why he was here. For those who had lived through war, it was an inviolable rule to always investigate the target. He must have been watching Arte to make sure she would not get in the way of the assassination.
In that case, Myuri was in danger, too.
I adjusted my footing and recalled the layout of the manor. This was the second floor, and beneath the window outside was a simple bower for the music ensemble. If I whirled around at full speed, jumped out the window, and landed on the roof of the bower, I would be able to escape into the garden.
And since the building encircled the courtyard, no matter where I yelled from, it would certainly reach Myuri's ears. She would immediately understand that something had happened.
I finished working out my plan in my head, and I adjusted my breathing.
One...two...It was that moment as I was counting that it happened.
"I know you. What kind of secret business does the Twilight Cardinal have with my daughter?"
His massive hand closed around my shoulder.


Instruction: Given first part of the popular LightNovel spice and wolf as input, continue the story the best you can.

Input:
"We do...?"
"They at times walk without making a sound and can roam the church freely, and more importantly, they are your loyal allies."
Myuri's mouth gaped when I said that, and she simply uttered, "Oh."
At Myuri's feet was the owner of a small pelt, who had started snoring at some point.
"Indeed. I will ask the guests to place down their weapons when the time comes. The more a family values old tradition and formalities, the more likely they will be to obey."
"And that's when I use the dogs to bring the swords to us, right?"
It was when we had been eating the pirate's bowl that I noticed. When Myuri looked at something with want, the loyal stray dogs would immediately leap at the indicated loot. Moreover, how many times had I had my meals stolen by sticky-pawed strays while I was traveling? It was with that very boldness that they survived the tough life on the streets.
Not only that, but ever since Myuri had stepped through the door, all the stray dogs that had been gathered here had welcomed her warmly.
We just needed to rely on them to collect the weapons.
"Even if we can't collect them, we can use them to cause confusion, and dogs running around people's feet should be enough to keep the guests busy. We could use the opportunity to escape."
Myuri, impressed, nodded, then grinned.
"I think your brains are finally working, Brother."
"It is because I have your help."
I pinched her cheek lightly, and she flashed a ticklish smile.
"Okay, I'm going to Miss Arte."
"All right, then. Good luck."
"I got this!"
Myuri stood, patted the sleeping puppy on the head to wake it, and left the room.
I was sure the wedding would end peacefully.
Since it seemed that my appearance, at least, was that of a first-rate man of the cloth, it should be easy for me to convince the guests put their weapons down. I told myself that to calm my unease.
"All right. Let's go," I murmured and sprang up. If people like Arte and Mercurio could not be bonded together, then how could I continue to speak of God's righteousness?
I strode toward the door and reached out to it.
My hand made contact with air because someone had pulled the door outward to the hallway.
"Myuri?"
I looked up, wondering if she forgot something, and in that moment, I froze. Before me was a massive man, staring down at me. His beard was an eye-catching red, and I knew immediately that it was Arte's father.
This man—whose values had been forged on the battlefield and who was plotting to assassinate Mercurio—had arms that were thicker than my legs. His neck was like that of an ox, and I reckoned this was what a frog felt like being stared down by a snake. No matter how strongly I believed in God, I knew the reality that his words rarely ever stopped violence.
"...C-can I help you?"
Though I managed to squeeze out some words, my voice squeaked, and the massive, red-bearded man standing in the hallway remained silent, staring at me.
It would be nonsensical for me to ask why he was here. For those who had lived through war, it was an inviolable rule to always investigate the target. He must have been watching Arte to make sure she would not get in the way of the assassination.
In that case, Myuri was in danger, too.
I adjusted my footing and recalled the layout of the manor. This was the second floor, and beneath the window outside was a simple bower for the music ensemble. If I whirled around at full speed, jumped out the window, and landed on the roof of the bower, I would be able to escape into the garden.
And since the building encircled the courtyard, no matter where I yelled from, it would certainly reach Myuri's ears. She would immediately understand that something had happened.
I finished working out my plan in my head, and I adjusted my breathing.
One...two...It was that moment as I was counting that it happened.
"I know you. What kind of secret business does the Twilight Cardinal have with my daughter?"
His massive hand closed around my shoulder.

Output:
Arte's father had suddenly appeared and immediately recognized my true identity. I could not speak for clever wolves like Myuri, but a leaden-footed sheep like me had no means of escape.
Not only that, but he had surely overheard all of Arte's speculation, so there was no need for me to say anything. From his perspective, as someone who had survived battlefield after battlefield where lives always hung in the balance, what we were trying to do was literal child's play.
However, Arte's father did not remove me from the wedding and instead thought my participation most convenient. I had no choice but to obey what he told me.
Arte's father rushed me along to the church, and I was overwhelmed by the heated atmosphere.
Along both sides of the aisle that stretched from the church entrance sat the relatives from each family. The Cedano family sat on the right, and the Pristol family sat on the left. That was obvious simply by looking at the guests—I needed no explanation for that.
Though the same number of people were seated on the left, that side boasted many times more muscle mass.
Like the lord of an old family that he was, Arte's father led me to the altar in a dignified manner, as though he was the one meant to bring the priest here all along.
As I walked the short distance to the altar, I looked at the members of the Pristol family and saw that they were completely ready for battle, just as Arte had said. One even wore mail, and while that may have been formal dress for someone of a warrior's lineage, it was still unusual attire inside a chapel.
Arte's father then bid his greeting to the people who sat at the very front of the Cedano family side. One of them looked just like Mercurio but rounder.
Mercurio, who had one of the leading roles in this ceremony, was likely in an annexed prayer room right about now, desperately praying to God that the ceremony would go well. Arte, who would be grasping Myuri's hands, would be doing the same.
The reason I breathed out a heavy a sigh before the scripture was because the ceremony participants' wishes were all over the place. Despite how the parties involved should be as one celebrating the wedding, it was almost tragic how everyone's thoughts were misaligned.
I wore a listless expression, and not because I was acting as a famous priest.
When Arte's father squeezed his massive frame into the pew, he stared hard at me.
It was as though he was reminding me, You know what to do, right?
I had no choice but to nod.
"...God created men and women in this world."
And with that, the wedding began.
I did not think my sermon was all that good, but the guests were listening intently. Or perhaps they were lending an ear to God's words while waiting to see what would happen next.
Beyond the splendid windows fitted with plated bars and glass, preparations for the banquet were still ongoing.
The peace felt hollow.
"And now we welcome the groom, who on this day, before God, will be taking a wife."
I closed the scripture, the record of God's word, and the guests all twisted to peer at the entrance of the chapel. Since this was a wedding between nobles, two guards dressed in light armor opened the door. The tips of the spears they held were made of silver fur.
Appearing beneath the crossed spears was Mercurio, a nervous look on his face. Perhaps the reason he strained to put on a happy smile was because of all the stern looks from the Pristol family.
His bow to God and the subsequent bows he gave to both families were stiff and awkward.
He raised his head and looked at me, then walked forward with his mouth pulled as taut as possible.
When he reached the altar, he placed a hand to his chest, bowed to the crest of the Church hanging on the wall, and stood diagonally in front of the altar. Arte would stand diagonally to the right.
"Now, honored guests, please rise."
On the other side of the closed doors, Myuri and Arte would be waiting, listening to this exchange.


Instruction: Given first part of the popular LightNovel spice and wolf as input, continue the story the best you can.

Input:
Arte's father had suddenly appeared and immediately recognized my true identity. I could not speak for clever wolves like Myuri, but a leaden-footed sheep like me had no means of escape.
Not only that, but he had surely overheard all of Arte's speculation, so there was no need for me to say anything. From his perspective, as someone who had survived battlefield after battlefield where lives always hung in the balance, what we were trying to do was literal child's play.
However, Arte's father did not remove me from the wedding and instead thought my participation most convenient. I had no choice but to obey what he told me.
Arte's father rushed me along to the church, and I was overwhelmed by the heated atmosphere.
Along both sides of the aisle that stretched from the church entrance sat the relatives from each family. The Cedano family sat on the right, and the Pristol family sat on the left. That was obvious simply by looking at the guests—I needed no explanation for that.
Though the same number of people were seated on the left, that side boasted many times more muscle mass.
Like the lord of an old family that he was, Arte's father led me to the altar in a dignified manner, as though he was the one meant to bring the priest here all along.
As I walked the short distance to the altar, I looked at the members of the Pristol family and saw that they were completely ready for battle, just as Arte had said. One even wore mail, and while that may have been formal dress for someone of a warrior's lineage, it was still unusual attire inside a chapel.
Arte's father then bid his greeting to the people who sat at the very front of the Cedano family side. One of them looked just like Mercurio but rounder.
Mercurio, who had one of the leading roles in this ceremony, was likely in an annexed prayer room right about now, desperately praying to God that the ceremony would go well. Arte, who would be grasping Myuri's hands, would be doing the same.
The reason I breathed out a heavy a sigh before the scripture was because the ceremony participants' wishes were all over the place. Despite how the parties involved should be as one celebrating the wedding, it was almost tragic how everyone's thoughts were misaligned.
I wore a listless expression, and not because I was acting as a famous priest.
When Arte's father squeezed his massive frame into the pew, he stared hard at me.
It was as though he was reminding me, You know what to do, right?
I had no choice but to nod.
"...God created men and women in this world."
And with that, the wedding began.
I did not think my sermon was all that good, but the guests were listening intently. Or perhaps they were lending an ear to God's words while waiting to see what would happen next.
Beyond the splendid windows fitted with plated bars and glass, preparations for the banquet were still ongoing.
The peace felt hollow.
"And now we welcome the groom, who on this day, before God, will be taking a wife."
I closed the scripture, the record of God's word, and the guests all twisted to peer at the entrance of the chapel. Since this was a wedding between nobles, two guards dressed in light armor opened the door. The tips of the spears they held were made of silver fur.
Appearing beneath the crossed spears was Mercurio, a nervous look on his face. Perhaps the reason he strained to put on a happy smile was because of all the stern looks from the Pristol family.
His bow to God and the subsequent bows he gave to both families were stiff and awkward.
He raised his head and looked at me, then walked forward with his mouth pulled as taut as possible.
When he reached the altar, he placed a hand to his chest, bowed to the crest of the Church hanging on the wall, and stood diagonally in front of the altar. Arte would stand diagonally to the right.
"Now, honored guests, please rise."
On the other side of the closed doors, Myuri and Arte would be waiting, listening to this exchange.

Output:
I directed my gaze toward Arte's father, but he deliberately looked away.
"May all those who have brought weapons today please place them down. The spotlight of the ceremony may go to somebody else if a sword gets caught on a chair and knocks it over."
There was a ripple of laughter because the large members of the Pristol family did indeed seem to be short on breathing space. They removed their swords from their waists, as though understandably agreeing with me, and leaned them against the seats in front of them.
Arte's father, who knew all the plans, obeyed with a sour look, placing his sword down.
"Choir."
I gave the signal to the group of boys waiting patiently off to the side, and they began to use their unbroken singing voices.
"Now, we welcome the bride, who on this day, before God, will be taking a husband."
Just after the door opened, there were gasps of astonishment.
That could have been because there was Myuri, who looked like nothing less than an angel, or because of Arte's beauty, with a pure-white dress that drew everyone's attention because of her stature, or perhaps it was the astonishing sea of fur, created by the white and silver dogs that sat dignified and proud around them.
Even I could tell that Myuri, who always wore a brave face that showed no fear no matter what she laid eyes on in this world, was nervous for once. I signaled to her with a glance, and she nodded faintly, then took Arte's hand and proceeded forward. The dogs at their feet moved in concert with them, and it seemed like they were walking above white clouds.
I could scarcely believe they had collected all these dogs, but it was certainly a show that caught the eye.
The expressions of the fierce-looking members of the Pristol family all stiffened at the sight of their house's princess. They narrowed their eyes, and even through their thick beards, I could see their clenched jaws. The most extreme of them all was Arte's father; his red hair practically stood on end.
In accordance with the order of events, Arte stopped before her father, took his hand, and gave her thanks to him for raising and taking care of her.
This was not merely a ritualistic formal greeting. There was an unusual and palpable tension in the interaction between father and daughter.
Behind her, I could tell that Myuri had signaled to the dogs with a glance. The pups, who had been gathered together like a white carpet, quietly scattered among the seats.
Once Arte finished offering her thanks to her father, Myuri once again took her hand, and they came to stand before Mercurio. Arte did not look at me, but Myuri did and she nodded slightly, then gracefully stepped away from the couple.
"Groom, Mercurio Cedano," I called his name, bringing Mercurio's attention to me. "Bride, Arte Pristol." Arte turned toward me as well. These were the blessed wedding rites, which had been performed hundreds and thousands of times.
I began to recite the "in sickness and in health" vows that even Myuri knew of even though she had no interest whatsoever in what was in the scripture.
Mercurio took a deep breath, as though swallowing his nerves, and declared, "I do," and Arte, who was a full head taller than him, replied with downcast eyes, "I do."
"We will now have the exchanging of the rings."
Two people appeared from either side, holding a fine red cloth that was befitting a noble ceremony.
On each respectfully presented cloth were gold rings.
Mercurio took one in hand and slid it on Arte's finger. Arte then did the same thing.
Mercurio gave her an awkward smile, and Arte smiled in turn.
I sensed a definite bond between them.
I did wish, slightly, that that would be it; that this would be enough.
God was watching.
But people could not see everything.
What was in another's heart, for example.
"Our newly wedded couple have exchanged their vows," I proclaimed loudly, and the guests raised a loud applause. It was almost ear-piercing.


Instruction: Given first part of the popular LightNovel spice and wolf as input, continue the story the best you can.

Input:
I directed my gaze toward Arte's father, but he deliberately looked away.
"May all those who have brought weapons today please place them down. The spotlight of the ceremony may go to somebody else if a sword gets caught on a chair and knocks it over."
There was a ripple of laughter because the large members of the Pristol family did indeed seem to be short on breathing space. They removed their swords from their waists, as though understandably agreeing with me, and leaned them against the seats in front of them.
Arte's father, who knew all the plans, obeyed with a sour look, placing his sword down.
"Choir."
I gave the signal to the group of boys waiting patiently off to the side, and they began to use their unbroken singing voices.
"Now, we welcome the bride, who on this day, before God, will be taking a husband."
Just after the door opened, there were gasps of astonishment.
That could have been because there was Myuri, who looked like nothing less than an angel, or because of Arte's beauty, with a pure-white dress that drew everyone's attention because of her stature, or perhaps it was the astonishing sea of fur, created by the white and silver dogs that sat dignified and proud around them.
Even I could tell that Myuri, who always wore a brave face that showed no fear no matter what she laid eyes on in this world, was nervous for once. I signaled to her with a glance, and she nodded faintly, then took Arte's hand and proceeded forward. The dogs at their feet moved in concert with them, and it seemed like they were walking above white clouds.
I could scarcely believe they had collected all these dogs, but it was certainly a show that caught the eye.
The expressions of the fierce-looking members of the Pristol family all stiffened at the sight of their house's princess. They narrowed their eyes, and even through their thick beards, I could see their clenched jaws. The most extreme of them all was Arte's father; his red hair practically stood on end.
In accordance with the order of events, Arte stopped before her father, took his hand, and gave her thanks to him for raising and taking care of her.
This was not merely a ritualistic formal greeting. There was an unusual and palpable tension in the interaction between father and daughter.
Behind her, I could tell that Myuri had signaled to the dogs with a glance. The pups, who had been gathered together like a white carpet, quietly scattered among the seats.
Once Arte finished offering her thanks to her father, Myuri once again took her hand, and they came to stand before Mercurio. Arte did not look at me, but Myuri did and she nodded slightly, then gracefully stepped away from the couple.
"Groom, Mercurio Cedano," I called his name, bringing Mercurio's attention to me. "Bride, Arte Pristol." Arte turned toward me as well. These were the blessed wedding rites, which had been performed hundreds and thousands of times.
I began to recite the "in sickness and in health" vows that even Myuri knew of even though she had no interest whatsoever in what was in the scripture.
Mercurio took a deep breath, as though swallowing his nerves, and declared, "I do," and Arte, who was a full head taller than him, replied with downcast eyes, "I do."
"We will now have the exchanging of the rings."
Two people appeared from either side, holding a fine red cloth that was befitting a noble ceremony.
On each respectfully presented cloth were gold rings.
Mercurio took one in hand and slid it on Arte's finger. Arte then did the same thing.
Mercurio gave her an awkward smile, and Arte smiled in turn.
I sensed a definite bond between them.
I did wish, slightly, that that would be it; that this would be enough.
God was watching.
But people could not see everything.
What was in another's heart, for example.
"Our newly wedded couple have exchanged their vows," I proclaimed loudly, and the guests raised a loud applause. It was almost ear-piercing.

Output:
With the couple in front of me, I read out the passage I received when I was told the order of events.
"Now, in conformity with tradition passed down through the ages in both families..."
It felt like the sound of the continuing applause changed ever so slightly.
One perhaps could say it was a strange moment, as though they adjusted themselves so they could stop clapping at any time. Arte, bowing before me, also seemed to have sensed the subtle change in atmosphere. Through the gaps in her dress, I could see her magnificent back muscles were tense.
"To test the strength of their bond, recognized by God..."
Just as I read that, two dogs trotted up to the altar. They were both white furred with round black eyes, and their rounded tails were wagging proudly.
That was when everyone noticed.
The dogs were carrying swords in their mouths.
"Hey, that's—"
The moment someone spoke up in a panic, the white carpet among the guests' seats all moved at once. The dogs moved too fast for the eye to see and headed for the exit with a carriage they had refined as strays with swords in their mouths.
The panicked guests tried to capture the dogs, but not only were the spaces between chairs far too small, but none of them could move all that well since they all had large frames. Chaos broke out in an instant, but those who did not know the true nature of the situation thought it was simply a sideshow and cheered.
The choirboys seemed to think that the wild ritual had begun, so instead of the solemn tune they had sung earlier, they sang a gallant melody encouraging troops in wartime, and the musical ensemble, who had been waiting for that very cue, joined in and aggressively banged out a beat on their drums. Several of the ensemble members were whacked in the shins by the dogs carrying the swords out of the church, and they tumbled over, but that only helped heighten the atmosphere by inviting laughs and excitement.
The only calm people left in the chapel were Arte's father and a select few others.
"Brother." Myuri had appeared beside me at some point, her eyes glittering. She cheekily held someone else's sword, and Arte, still bowing, moved again. The way she slowly reached out to the sword in the dog's mouth was charged with all her built-up anger, and it symbolized her resolve.
Though Arte seemed like she was signaling that this was the very reason she had trained all these years, there was a hand that stopped her.
"Arte."
With a cool voice, Mercurio took both swords that each dog held in their mouths.
"There's no need for you to take one."
When Arte looked up, Mercurio stood.
"Hark! My name is Mercurio Cedano! I have taken the beautiful Arte as my wife!"
Mercurio held the sword in his right hand and announced himself with some terribly, terribly old war etiquette.
Though dumbstruck she was, Arte reached out to the second sword that Mercurio held in his left hand.
As though he had expected that, Mercurio tossed it away.
"Mercurio!"
He made a shocked look at the grievous cry, but he immediately put on a smile.
"It's okay, Arte. Trust me."
"No, Mercurio, you don't know anything!"
As she screamed, several men crept up behind her.
"Rgh, wh-what...? Let—let me go!"
Arte's scream was drowned out by the people who had rushed her, and with her arms pinned behind her back, she, along with Mercurio, sword in hand, vanished into the crowd.
The reason Myuri was struggling to unclasp the catch on the sword she held was likely because she felt the need to help Arte, and quickly. I grasped her shoulder and pulled her to my side.
"B-brother, get a weapon to Miss Arte quickly!" she said as she reached for the pouch stuffed with wheat.
Now was the time to turn into a wolf and save the tragic bride.
It was just after she looked up to me, her eyes brimming with tears.


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Input:
With the couple in front of me, I read out the passage I received when I was told the order of events.
"Now, in conformity with tradition passed down through the ages in both families..."
It felt like the sound of the continuing applause changed ever so slightly.
One perhaps could say it was a strange moment, as though they adjusted themselves so they could stop clapping at any time. Arte, bowing before me, also seemed to have sensed the subtle change in atmosphere. Through the gaps in her dress, I could see her magnificent back muscles were tense.
"To test the strength of their bond, recognized by God..."
Just as I read that, two dogs trotted up to the altar. They were both white furred with round black eyes, and their rounded tails were wagging proudly.
That was when everyone noticed.
The dogs were carrying swords in their mouths.
"Hey, that's—"
The moment someone spoke up in a panic, the white carpet among the guests' seats all moved at once. The dogs moved too fast for the eye to see and headed for the exit with a carriage they had refined as strays with swords in their mouths.
The panicked guests tried to capture the dogs, but not only were the spaces between chairs far too small, but none of them could move all that well since they all had large frames. Chaos broke out in an instant, but those who did not know the true nature of the situation thought it was simply a sideshow and cheered.
The choirboys seemed to think that the wild ritual had begun, so instead of the solemn tune they had sung earlier, they sang a gallant melody encouraging troops in wartime, and the musical ensemble, who had been waiting for that very cue, joined in and aggressively banged out a beat on their drums. Several of the ensemble members were whacked in the shins by the dogs carrying the swords out of the church, and they tumbled over, but that only helped heighten the atmosphere by inviting laughs and excitement.
The only calm people left in the chapel were Arte's father and a select few others.
"Brother." Myuri had appeared beside me at some point, her eyes glittering. She cheekily held someone else's sword, and Arte, still bowing, moved again. The way she slowly reached out to the sword in the dog's mouth was charged with all her built-up anger, and it symbolized her resolve.
Though Arte seemed like she was signaling that this was the very reason she had trained all these years, there was a hand that stopped her.
"Arte."
With a cool voice, Mercurio took both swords that each dog held in their mouths.
"There's no need for you to take one."
When Arte looked up, Mercurio stood.
"Hark! My name is Mercurio Cedano! I have taken the beautiful Arte as my wife!"
Mercurio held the sword in his right hand and announced himself with some terribly, terribly old war etiquette.
Though dumbstruck she was, Arte reached out to the second sword that Mercurio held in his left hand.
As though he had expected that, Mercurio tossed it away.
"Mercurio!"
He made a shocked look at the grievous cry, but he immediately put on a smile.
"It's okay, Arte. Trust me."
"No, Mercurio, you don't know anything!"
As she screamed, several men crept up behind her.
"Rgh, wh-what...? Let—let me go!"
Arte's scream was drowned out by the people who had rushed her, and with her arms pinned behind her back, she, along with Mercurio, sword in hand, vanished into the crowd.
The reason Myuri was struggling to unclasp the catch on the sword she held was likely because she felt the need to help Arte, and quickly. I grasped her shoulder and pulled her to my side.
"B-brother, get a weapon to Miss Arte quickly!" she said as she reached for the pouch stuffed with wheat.
Now was the time to turn into a wolf and save the tragic bride.
It was just after she looked up to me, her eyes brimming with tears.

Output:
When I saw that, I heaved a massive sigh.
"Very well, then I shall ask your sword if you are a suitable husband for my daughter."
It was Arte's father who responded to Mercurio—he took the sword that Mercurio had tossed aside, unsheathed it, and threw the scabbard away. There was a clear difference in stature between them, and even an amateur could tell from comparing their stances that there was also a difference in their skill.
Arte desperately thrashed and screamed, "Mercurio!"
Arte's father raised the sword over his head.
It was more the light than the sound that caught my eyes and ears.
My body shrunk at the thunderous sound of clashing metal, and I felt a chill at the ferocity of the battle. As though she had forgotten to even blink and breathe, Myuri was desperately trying to throw off my hands to join Mercurio. When I tried to keep her from doing so, she turned to me with such fury in her eyes that I had never seen before.
"Brother, why?!"
If you hold me back anymore, not even for you will—
"Myuri."
I said her name, and the kind girl who would get genuinely angry for someone else's sake glared at me with the chilling eyes of the wolf.
I, however, met her gaze calmly. It was not that I was scorning Myuri or abandoning Arte and Mercurio. It was because of what Arte's father had said directly to me after Myuri and Arte left.
"It's all right. Everyone is simply trying to be considerate of one another."
"...What?"
I was not sure if the perplexed murmur belonged to Myuri or Arte.
That was because on the other side of the crowd, something unbelievable was happening.
Mercurio, the very picture of a delicate man, was stopping Arte's father's strikes in an impressive manner.
"Hrm!"
He warded off the next attack with a side sweep. Mercurio was deftly defending against the repeated horizontal strikes that came hard and fast. Sparks flew, and Mercurio's slender frame was almost sent flying, but he determinedly held his ground.
Though he staggered, he still made sure to fix his footing and readjust his grip on the sword, and not a moment later, the Cedano camp stamped their feet and a loud cheer bubbled up from them.
"Yes, that's it! Don't let the Pristol wolves scare you!"
There came the cheer, and this time it was the bearded men's turn to yell.
"The Cedanos' white fur is lamb's wool! Shear him! Shear him bare!"
In the center of the loud hollering, Mercurio blocked Arte's father's attacks one after the other. Arte, eyes wide in surprise and disbelief, and Myuri, who was similarly dumbstruck, looked to me.
Whenever Mercurio blocked, there came cheers that practically blew the roof off, and the choirboys sang louder as if doing their best to put up a good fight, and the ensemble played away on their drums and instruments.
"They sang praises of you as the Pristol Wolf—is that all you got?!"
Though Mercurio's shoulders heaved as he breathed, he shouted boldly. And before Arte's father could respond, Mercurio brandished his sword with one hand and gallantly...Well, he did lurch a bit, but he did manage to set it on his shoulder and extend his free hand.
It was obvious who he made the gesture to.
"Arte!"
Arte, who had three people holding her arms behind her back, crumpled to the floor.
Unable to stand, she had sunk to the floor and was looking up at Mercurio.
Mercurio, his gorgeous hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, pulled Arte up forcefully.
"I will be the one to protect you! Mercurio Cedano will protect his wife, Arte!"
Arte's father then took another swing at Mercurio, but he deflected it single-handedly.
Now that it had come to this, the situation was clear to everyone. That was because even though it was obvious that Mercurio's skinny arms were already tired and wholly concentrating on simply holding the sword, Arte's father let drop the sword that Mercurio had so weakly fended off.
"Arte, our way is open! Let's go!"


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When I saw that, I heaved a massive sigh.
"Very well, then I shall ask your sword if you are a suitable husband for my daughter."
It was Arte's father who responded to Mercurio—he took the sword that Mercurio had tossed aside, unsheathed it, and threw the scabbard away. There was a clear difference in stature between them, and even an amateur could tell from comparing their stances that there was also a difference in their skill.
Arte desperately thrashed and screamed, "Mercurio!"
Arte's father raised the sword over his head.
It was more the light than the sound that caught my eyes and ears.
My body shrunk at the thunderous sound of clashing metal, and I felt a chill at the ferocity of the battle. As though she had forgotten to even blink and breathe, Myuri was desperately trying to throw off my hands to join Mercurio. When I tried to keep her from doing so, she turned to me with such fury in her eyes that I had never seen before.
"Brother, why?!"
If you hold me back anymore, not even for you will—
"Myuri."
I said her name, and the kind girl who would get genuinely angry for someone else's sake glared at me with the chilling eyes of the wolf.
I, however, met her gaze calmly. It was not that I was scorning Myuri or abandoning Arte and Mercurio. It was because of what Arte's father had said directly to me after Myuri and Arte left.
"It's all right. Everyone is simply trying to be considerate of one another."
"...What?"
I was not sure if the perplexed murmur belonged to Myuri or Arte.
That was because on the other side of the crowd, something unbelievable was happening.
Mercurio, the very picture of a delicate man, was stopping Arte's father's strikes in an impressive manner.
"Hrm!"
He warded off the next attack with a side sweep. Mercurio was deftly defending against the repeated horizontal strikes that came hard and fast. Sparks flew, and Mercurio's slender frame was almost sent flying, but he determinedly held his ground.
Though he staggered, he still made sure to fix his footing and readjust his grip on the sword, and not a moment later, the Cedano camp stamped their feet and a loud cheer bubbled up from them.
"Yes, that's it! Don't let the Pristol wolves scare you!"
There came the cheer, and this time it was the bearded men's turn to yell.
"The Cedanos' white fur is lamb's wool! Shear him! Shear him bare!"
In the center of the loud hollering, Mercurio blocked Arte's father's attacks one after the other. Arte, eyes wide in surprise and disbelief, and Myuri, who was similarly dumbstruck, looked to me.
Whenever Mercurio blocked, there came cheers that practically blew the roof off, and the choirboys sang louder as if doing their best to put up a good fight, and the ensemble played away on their drums and instruments.
"They sang praises of you as the Pristol Wolf—is that all you got?!"
Though Mercurio's shoulders heaved as he breathed, he shouted boldly. And before Arte's father could respond, Mercurio brandished his sword with one hand and gallantly...Well, he did lurch a bit, but he did manage to set it on his shoulder and extend his free hand.
It was obvious who he made the gesture to.
"Arte!"
Arte, who had three people holding her arms behind her back, crumpled to the floor.
Unable to stand, she had sunk to the floor and was looking up at Mercurio.
Mercurio, his gorgeous hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, pulled Arte up forcefully.
"I will be the one to protect you! Mercurio Cedano will protect his wife, Arte!"
Arte's father then took another swing at Mercurio, but he deflected it single-handedly.
Now that it had come to this, the situation was clear to everyone. That was because even though it was obvious that Mercurio's skinny arms were already tired and wholly concentrating on simply holding the sword, Arte's father let drop the sword that Mercurio had so weakly fended off.
"Arte, our way is open! Let's go!"

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And why her father and uncles had brought weapons, and why Mercurio was so confident that everything would be okay.
Arte turned to look at her father, and he raised his hands in defeat.
For a brief moment, she looked about to cry, but once she lowered her eyes, she spent the rest of the time looking at Mercurio. He was a good young man, who was one whole size smaller than her and had a slender face that made him look like the picture-perfect noble from a good household. Mercurio had said that he once asked his father to travel to learn poetry, and his father had gotten mad at him. He could probably count the number of times he had held a sword in his life.
But Mercurio believed that since he was going to become a husband, he had to be stronger. Just as Arte had gestured to her massive, tempered body and derided herself as being the furthest thing from the ideal bride, Mercurio had believed the same about himself.
But then what about Arte's father?
"That should be good...right?"
Mercurio, taking Arte's hand, left the church, like the last scene of a knight's tale where he saves the princess. The bearded men watching them off murmured with uneasy looks. Among them was one with a bloodied nose, who had been kicked in the face by Arte when they had tried to hold her down.
"Our princess almost went on a rampage and ruined the whole ceremony..."
"I was even thinking about taking Sir Mercurio hostage and running!"
"I wore my mail on the off chance it would come to blows, but I'm glad that wasn't necessary."
That was what Arte's father had told me when he appeared in the dressing room.
Arte had never shown the slightest interest in marriage, had no idea how to sew or cook, and had only ever held a sword.
Though as a father, he was happy his daughter always begged for sword-fighting lessons, he was often tormented by unease, wondering how long a girl her age could keep doing that. And so he decided to give something a shot—he apparently introduced her to Mercurio, who had just so happened to show up at an event in their hometown.
And since Arte quickly took to Mercurio, her father, the very one who had brought the two together, was shocked. Seeing them talk for astonishingly long stretches of time, he would at times interject, discreetly suggesting Arte pick up her sword as she always liked to do. And then that surprise turned into doubt.
Arte was a smart and kind girl. Though her father never showed how anxious he was about his daughter's prospects for marriage, she must have seen through this. And since she had been suddenly brought together with Mercurio, no matter how slow she could have been, she would have taken notice of her father's plans. And so he thought that perhaps Arte had grown close with the heir of the prosperous Cedano family in order to save her father's face—no, for the sake of her own family, whose only claim to import was their old name and who were terrible at making any money.
If that was not the case, then why was Arte, who had never read a line of poetry in her life until then, so cheerfully talking about poetry with Mercurio? Since when were you interested in poetry?
That was what Arte's father had thought after bringing Mercurio to Arte.
Without a chance to check on what his daughter truly thought, Mercurio took a liking to Arte, too, and the father had reportedly watched as things progressed and progressed, without a clue as to what to do.
No, was that true? Wait, but...
Arte's father had spent so many countless nights not so much pained that his daughter was getting married but thinking about Arte's personality—her inborn rambunctiousness, a girl who loved swordplay more than her three square meals a day.
In short, he was genuinely thinking about the possibility of everything going to waste at the very last second. She had often caused unbelievable commotion in the past, so he simply could not shake off his doubts.


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Input:
And why her father and uncles had brought weapons, and why Mercurio was so confident that everything would be okay.
Arte turned to look at her father, and he raised his hands in defeat.
For a brief moment, she looked about to cry, but once she lowered her eyes, she spent the rest of the time looking at Mercurio. He was a good young man, who was one whole size smaller than her and had a slender face that made him look like the picture-perfect noble from a good household. Mercurio had said that he once asked his father to travel to learn poetry, and his father had gotten mad at him. He could probably count the number of times he had held a sword in his life.
But Mercurio believed that since he was going to become a husband, he had to be stronger. Just as Arte had gestured to her massive, tempered body and derided herself as being the furthest thing from the ideal bride, Mercurio had believed the same about himself.
But then what about Arte's father?
"That should be good...right?"
Mercurio, taking Arte's hand, left the church, like the last scene of a knight's tale where he saves the princess. The bearded men watching them off murmured with uneasy looks. Among them was one with a bloodied nose, who had been kicked in the face by Arte when they had tried to hold her down.
"Our princess almost went on a rampage and ruined the whole ceremony..."
"I was even thinking about taking Sir Mercurio hostage and running!"
"I wore my mail on the off chance it would come to blows, but I'm glad that wasn't necessary."
That was what Arte's father had told me when he appeared in the dressing room.
Arte had never shown the slightest interest in marriage, had no idea how to sew or cook, and had only ever held a sword.
Though as a father, he was happy his daughter always begged for sword-fighting lessons, he was often tormented by unease, wondering how long a girl her age could keep doing that. And so he decided to give something a shot—he apparently introduced her to Mercurio, who had just so happened to show up at an event in their hometown.
And since Arte quickly took to Mercurio, her father, the very one who had brought the two together, was shocked. Seeing them talk for astonishingly long stretches of time, he would at times interject, discreetly suggesting Arte pick up her sword as she always liked to do. And then that surprise turned into doubt.
Arte was a smart and kind girl. Though her father never showed how anxious he was about his daughter's prospects for marriage, she must have seen through this. And since she had been suddenly brought together with Mercurio, no matter how slow she could have been, she would have taken notice of her father's plans. And so he thought that perhaps Arte had grown close with the heir of the prosperous Cedano family in order to save her father's face—no, for the sake of her own family, whose only claim to import was their old name and who were terrible at making any money.
If that was not the case, then why was Arte, who had never read a line of poetry in her life until then, so cheerfully talking about poetry with Mercurio? Since when were you interested in poetry?
That was what Arte's father had thought after bringing Mercurio to Arte.
Without a chance to check on what his daughter truly thought, Mercurio took a liking to Arte, too, and the father had reportedly watched as things progressed and progressed, without a clue as to what to do.
No, was that true? Wait, but...
Arte's father had spent so many countless nights not so much pained that his daughter was getting married but thinking about Arte's personality—her inborn rambunctiousness, a girl who loved swordplay more than her three square meals a day.
In short, he was genuinely thinking about the possibility of everything going to waste at the very last second. She had often caused unbelievable commotion in the past, so he simply could not shake off his doubts.

Output:
He thought that Arte was trying to express her disappointment because she thought he ultimately treated her just like every other girl.
He had suddenly appeared once Myuri and Arte left the room, but despite his large frame and frightening visage that would make any war veteran flinch, he had come to me on the verge of tears and vented all the worries he had been carrying inside of him.
I wanted to say how utterly exasperated I was at Arte's father's misunderstanding, who had failed to realize how his daughter truly felt, but I realized right away that things had turned out like this because he had cared so for his daughter.
He never said that swordplay was unfitting for a girl her age, since she loved the blade so. He had let his daughter do as she pleased, not forcing her to conform to what social norms dictated.
And it was because of that he had misread Arte's intentions; but what made it even more complicated was that Arte had done the very same thing.
From her point of view, all she ever talked about with her father was the sword and war, so how could she suddenly talk about love and romance with him? How could she say that she had been deeply touched by the poems Mercurio had spun for her? Would he not be disappointed that she had turned out to be such an effeminate girl?
That was where it all started.
And that was why Arte's father had come to me with a single request.
"I'm not sure what kind of ideas Arte put into your head, but please do not let this ceremony go to waste."
One could say he was practically leaving it all up to me.
That was because he had prepared something for Arte to fall in love with Mercurio all over again. She loved the sword so much, he was sure she would most certainly be taken with what he had planned. And he approached me to tell me that Mercurio, too, would go to any lengths to make Arte fall deeper in love him.
When he said that, I realized that Mercurio had been caught in the same trap, too.
I had no idea what would be set loose besides a massive, heavy sigh.
God might have known everything, but people did not. People could only judge others from a narrow, limited perspective.
That was true for how much more timid Arte's fierce-looking father was than I had first thought, and it was the same for Mercurio, who could not believe that Arte had no interest whatsoever in her husband's sword skill. And Arte, too, had convinced herself that Mercurio was looking for slim shoulders, a thin waist, and polite grace in a wife.
The father had not the scarcest idea that his rambunctious daughter had genuinely fallen in love, and the daughter assumed that her father thought only a fierce-looking man could be appropriate for the Pristol family.
One must recall why weddings were topped with cream and sugar.
Because demons hated sweet food.
"...What were we, then?"
Myuri, after returning the sword to its proper owner, sat cross-legged, sulking. Several dogs surrounded her, their tails wagging while hoping that the wolf girl might pet them on the head.
"A bit of spice, perhaps. Well, we were judged and summoned for our looks to begin with anyway."
Myuri sighed, patted each dog on the head in turn, then spoke.
"...But Miss Arte was so pretty."
She looked up, spotting members of the Cedano and Pristol families patting one another on the shoulders as they left the chapel. They had ironed out a plan and made preparations so that this curious wedding ceremony would progress smoothly. They seemed genuinely relieved to see the new couple leave the church hand in hand.
I extended my hand to the sitting Myuri, and she stared hard at it before saying, "Brother, do you dream of stories about knights and princesses like that, too?"
I was not sure for what reason she had asked me that, but I answered honestly.
"I am not suited to be a knight."
***
Myuri silently took my hand and stood.
"Then what role are you playing when you take my hand and walk like this?"
"You said it yourself. Your older brother."