The corridor was filled with the sound of clattering footsteps, mixed with the sound of carrying, and the servants were in high spirits, busily hanging festive friezes.

The servants commanded loudly, instructing the servants to hang the ornaments. People are like worker ants in an ant nest, busy going up and down.

"That thing is there, no, a little to the left, a little to the left, oops, it's more, you idiot!" a little steward was furious, and when he saw Charlotte in a noble cloak, his expression quickly changed from agitation to reverence and flattery.

"Wake up, the mighty Earl of Wintercastle, the future ruler of the Northern Ice Country!

Charlotte wanted to respond with an aristocratic reserved smile, but the mage, who didn't like to socialize solemnly, ended up squeezing out a stiff smile with his stiff facial muscles.

"Get out of the way!" whether it was sincere or not, at least the little steward had laid out the way of survival of the little people, "You lowly fellows, don't stand in the way of the noble earl!"

The servants trembled and leaned back against the corridor, trying to make way for Charlotte. The maids, with rosy cheeks and youthful eyebrows, seemed to admire and be curious about Charlotte.

Charlotte had no doubt that she could call a dozen maids to sleep with him at any time if she wanted to. Of course, such consequences are unimaginable, and perhaps the next day, he will see the maid next to him turn into a cold corpse, while his sister, who is gradually developing on the road of illness, sits on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a dangerous smile.

Just thinking about it gave Charlotte chills.

Charlotte nodded, trying not to squint as she walked through the hallway. At this time, he noticed that there was a heart-shaped lace flower frieze in the ornament.

"What is this?" he asked, turning back to the little steward, "is anyone married in the castle?"

The little steward nodded, and his face was about to burst into laughter.

"Look at me, the little man has forgotten that the Count has just woken up. Actually, the wedding should have been held a long time ago, but the Grand Duke said that such a day must not be without you, so it has been postponed again and again, and it has been postponed to this day!"

"Really?" said Charlotte, her mouth wide in surprise, "but when I saw him this morning, he didn't tell me at all!"

Charlotte stopped talking nonsense with the smiling little butler, and he approached Vivien and Lolita, confirming the rumors from the apprentices who were still snickering.

Waiting for the wedding and dinner to begin, Charlotte and Hoyle mingled together.

"What kind of aristocratic girl is it?

For this problem, the former follower and current general Hoyle has some understanding.

"How can that!" Hoyle shook his head with a wry smile, "You also know that although the Battle of Tria was won, Hoycent, who was greatly hit, would not have the ability to start a major battle in the short term. But after all, the country is still in the stage of war, and for the present, ......"

He was careful with his words, but after all, he was only a knight, not a scholar, "For the Leslie family, which was once bloodbathed, securing the marriage and determining the heir is also the most important thing!"

Charlotte didn't complain about his 'bloodbath', and when he thought of the former playboy being forced to find someone to marry, he mourned in silence in his heart.

"Anyway, Charlotte, you're almost getting married, aren't you? I remember you have a fiancée too. Hoyle didn't know how Charlotte had left the Clayderman family, and he racked his brain, "What's it called? I remember it was a charming girl with red hair and tear moles, and the girl was very proud, and her name was Plug, Plug ......."

"Cecilia Ferrard!"

When mentioning this name, Charlotte can clearly remember Cecilia's proud appearance as a child, and the charming and strong appearance in an adult uniform.

"Yes, yes, Cecilia, why, aren't you married to her yet?"

"No!" Charlotte was stunned, "Don't be verbose!

"Ahh Is she married now?"

"How do I know!Hoyle, why are you so gossiping!" Charlotte was annoyed.

"Then the Grand Duke of Icewind Castle must be ready to arrange a marriage contract for you, right? You see, you are now 25 or almost 26 years old, and it is time to find a girl to start a family. Although I know that mages usually start a family late, you are not a simple mage after all!"

"What about you?" Charlotte asked unpleasantly.

"Me?" Hoyle was silent for a moment, "yes, it's time for me to start a family, after all, I'm the only one left in the family now." ”

He was a little depressed, but quickly changed the subject with a forced smile, "If Cecilia wasn't married, I might be able to consider him." ”

Charlotte was a little irritated, "I don't think Count Ferrard would marry his only precious daughter abroad!"

"What are you talking about, two counts?" said Mallory, a commoner-born knight, grinning.

"Some topics that are not suitable for children. ”

"Some men talking to each other. ”

"Please, I'm nineteen years old, I've been on battle, I've been killed, I've been through despair, I've enjoyed victory, isn't that a man?" Marory shouted in surprise.

"Have you ever tasted a woman?" asked Hoyle, pouting.

“…… No. Have you all tasted it?" the optimistic knight quickly cheered himself up, "It's okay! I'll find a noble lady willing to try it with me today." ”

He rubbed his hands together, looking so lewd.

"Huh! Boyle," Hoyle snorted disdainfully, and said to Charlotte, "We've had it since we were fourteen or fifteen, haven't we?"

- Fourteen or fifteen years old? I was so addicted to my studies that I couldn't extricate myself!

Charlotte touched her nose and turned her head unnaturally, "Hmm...... Stop talking nonsense, let's get in!"

"Count, don't you ...... either," Mallory and Hoyle looked at Charlotte at the same time.

"Shut up, you two bastards!"

"All set!"

Inside the dressing room, Nell looked at Brent with a smile.

"You are full of momentum today, Grand Duke!"

"You should call me brother! Brent raised his hand, "I had planned to reconsider marriage at the age of forty. ”

Nell didn't know how to answer, only silence.

"What about you? Nell. Do you have a girl you like?"

Nell's slightly dark face turned red.

"Aha!" Brent patted him on the shoulder, "You bastard! I know what you're thinking, you've been in a hot fight with that little mage lately. You want our brother to be a generation shorter in front of Charlotte, right?"

The heroic young man who killed Truman turned pale.

"Haha, don't worry, I'll help you out. It was probably only in front of those few people that Burrent could regain the feeling he once had, "But I will never make Charlotte proud!"

"It's time, my master!"

The courtier's notice interrupted the brothers' communication, and Brent immediately resumed his majestic posture and walked out of the room with his collar straightened.

The wedding dinner began.