TCIWTFY - Side Story Chapter 5

Sissair's wedding was unprecedentedly gorgeous.

It was only natural that it was a combination of the Empire's only prime minister, who could drop birds, and the genius flame mage, whose talent was comparable to that of a magician.

Delegations and wizards from various countries attended in a row, and Emperor Valdina and even the Emperor and his wife of Katzen appeared side by side.

This ceremony, in which the most precious stars of both empires willingly offered themselves as bridesmaids, was unusual until the end.

"The bride and groom should now kiss each other with love."

Violet was afraid that the officiant's words would fall, and Violet tugged at Sissair's neck.

When she kissed him recklessly first, cheers erupted with screams from all over the ceremony hall.

Sissair did not hesitate either.

He wrapped his arms around the back of her head and dug deep as if he had been waiting.

"Oh my God."

D'Angel, who was sitting in the guest seat, grinned and whistled.

"That wooden thing, that damn thing, can burn like that? I thought he was just a wet piece of wood, but he had a partner."

"What are you going to do on the first night! You're going to burn down the entire wedding hall. Just do your best!"

Despite the cries of the adjutants, the lips of the two people, soaked in the passion of love, did not part.

The bride's charming lips rose in a smile at the cheers of the people.

Violet raised her hand while kissing him.

Bang! Bang!

Small fireworks burst from her fingertips, decorating the air like a dazzling firework.

***

As the wedding ceremony ended and the reception began, the guests greeted and offered words of encouragement to the newlyweds who had just exchanged vows.

"Uncle, uncle! Bea can't see it! Please look at Bea too, go higher, and climb higher!"

Sissair heard the child's clear voice in the crowd.

Bea, freed from her father's embrace, was crying, holding onto the hem of Peleus's clothes.

He saw his master giving a ride to his four-year-old niece without any hesitation.

Suddenly, his gaze turned to Medea, who was standing next to Peleus.

The two people's eyes met.

"Congratulations, Sissair."

Medea approached and handed him a bouquet of flowers. It was a colorful and vivid bouquet of red peonies.

"I prepared it because I thought it would suit a bride."

"I can only thank Your Majesty, the Empress of Katzen, for your attentive consideration."

Medea paused at the title.

Her people, including Peleus and D'Angel, still used to call Medea "Her Highness."

It was also an affectionate promise that she would always have a place to return.

However, this man always insisted on the title of Her Majesty the Empress.

It was his own cold advice not to forget the weight of being the Empress of Katzen, which Medea carried.

Still, she knew.

Contrary to his cold appearance, Sissair was softer-hearted than she thought, and this strict title was the last safety line he had drawn for her.

"I hope you are always happy."

"Are you happy, Your Majesty?"

Medea turned her head instead of answering.

In the distance, he saw Peleus walking like a marionette with Bea on his shoulder

And next to him was her husband, who had left the child in Peleus's hands, but he couldn't take his eyes off her for a moment, exuding a hint of being sharp.

Where did his usual lazy leisure go, and in one of his hands, wary of his daughter and wife, there was a carrot doll and a small milk bottle threateningly held in one of his hands.

"Sure. A lot."

When his eyes met Medea, Cesare's sunken energy was released.

As if the sun was shining on him, a gentle smile appeared on his cool face.

"...I'm glad you did."

Sissair stared at Cesare. Medea's husband is now the center of a well-established family.

No one can know that the two of them still radiate thirst and brilliant vitality for each other at the same time.

Today, when he didn't wear eyeglasses, he couldn't hide the movement of his gaze.

However, his eyes only stayed on the three of them, including Medea, Cesare, and Bea, for a very short time.

"Then Your Majesty, I will excuse you."

Sissair bowed modestly and turned around without hesitation.

Medea approached her husband.

"Did you have so much to say?"

Cesare pulled her into his arms as if he had been waiting.

"You don't say hello either. Sissair will be sad."

Medea only later learned that the two had studied together in the Midnight Tower and survived the Continental War together.

"He wouldn't want to."

Cesare smoothly raised the corners of his mouth and retorted.

"The turmoil caused by the Emperor of Katzen will be even more troublesome. I don't know if I'll show up wearing a mask again."

"If you're looking for a mask, it's on me."

Just as he was about to finish speaking, Terrence let out a deep sigh from behind. A silver mask was held in his hand.

"I can't stand to see Gallo wearing this and showing off in front of Lord Neriel any longer. If Your Majesty the Empress stops it, he won't dare come back to get it back."

He glanced at the inside of the wedding hall, at the bride and groom's seats, which still exuded a burning passion, as if he was tired.

"They're throwing fireworks, and this one's playing with masks. I'm really sick of couples now. I would be grateful if Your Majesty would respect the pride of this subject who serves the master of Katzen."

Terence didn't want to stay here anymore, so he bowed down and quickly disappeared.

Medea glanced down at the silver mask that Terrence handed her. The lights of the gorgeous ceremony hall were broken along the smooth curves of the mask.

Perhaps it was because this familiar and unfamiliar mask reminded her of memories of the past.

Acares...

Cesare looked down at the mask and stared intently at Medea, who muttered softly.

"Why, the Empress of the Empire has become bored at night these days? To the point where you miss a lowly mercenary?"

He muttered in a low voice, snatching the mask from Medea's hand and placing it on his face playfully.

"Just look at me, Dea. If you keep looking elsewhere, you can take it out of here."

The moment the silver mask covered his sculptural features, the golden pupils shining through the eyes of the mask flashed.

Just as Medea couldn't tolerate even that moment of reminiscing about the manpower of the Facade where she was free.

"Cesare, please...'

It's both of you. Medea sighed and snatched the mask from his hand.

It was fortunate that people headed to the reception hall to see the bride and groom, and only the servants remained around.

The harsh and dangerous mercenary atmosphere that had emanated from Cesare disappeared in an instant as soon as he took off his mask.

"Of course, I can be anyone you want."

Cesare's eyes narrowed as he stared at Medea. It was unclear whether it was temptation or jealousy.

"As Your Majesty commands."

Whatever.

Reproducing the words of the mercenary Acares, who once struck Hydra's throat and spat out, he leaned down and kissed his wife's hand.

That time.

The bride and groom entered the waiting room, where they changed into reception clothes.

Creak.

The moment when they are cut off from the outside with the sound of the door closing.

Sissair loosened his tie roughly.

His complexion was so cold that it was hard to believe that he was the passionate groom he had just been.

"Are you crazy?"

Sissair wiped his lips with the back of his hand and snapped.

"I would have told you to just follow the contract. How many times have I warned you not to act unexpectedly?"

"I told you to kiss me, so I guessed it, but what's wrong?"

"It wasn't just a kiss!"

"Oh, you have some tongue mixed, right? Then, the audience's reaction is so hot, but the actor should give a passionate performance."

Violet seemed to be annoyed and threw off her cumbersome cotton cloth.

"Rather, I am the one who has the embrace. You, the Prime Minister of the Empire, are you going to make your acting so vain?"

She scanned the words up and down.

She thought he was a piece of wood because he was stiff, but when she said that, Sissair gritted his teeth.

"Who asked you to worry about my reputation?"

This crazy woman kissed and even put her tongue in front of so many people.

If it weren't for the iron-blooded reason that Sissair boasted, he might have been surprised.

"No, why do you go crazy like a bear with a prick after a kiss?"

Violet said grimly.

"This won't be the first time I've had a last-minute kiss."

At that moment, Sissair's words were choked.

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