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As is customary, this is a procedure for reciting the Word of God and receiving blessings from the Holy See. But it's not the same at this particular time.

The well-wisher was replaced by an older man, and the "Divine Word" was still retained.

However, ceremonies that have little to do with the Holy See have been simplified.

Although it was the most lively day since the war, Fitney Wizdem, who had always been careful, felt a little sad when he looked closely.

Fitnair Wizdem, now Duke of Wizdem, at this wedding, her pale white blonde hair was braided back at the back of her head, her black top hat was adorned with scattered blue-purple gems, her usual white lace shirt and black skirt had bird wings with dark stripes, the black coat pinned to the emblem of the Wizdem family was merely draped over her shoulders, and she sat down with a cane with blue-purple gems in her black gloved hand - all of which made her more serious than usual.

She still had a pale countenance devoid of blood, and the people who came and went smiled at her, and she blinked her trademark blue-purple eyes and nodded slightly at them.

Even though she still looks like a half-grown girl, everyone admits that her Janelle family, which inherited her mother's bloodline, is gradually playing a role and moving closer to the direction of "beauty".

What's more, even if she only inherited the position of Duke of Wizdem at the age of about 20 years, everything she did, the majesty she unleashed, never made people doubt whether her identity could be rightfully possessed by her.

So the nobles had the intention of making friends in their hearts, but they kept away from her because of her majesty.

Let her sit in the front seat almost alone.

"Good morning. Fitney breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, for at last there was someone who could keep him from being so bored—and it was Corifol.

"You...... Are you free?" she was grateful for making her less boring, but it was a surprise that Corifo was available at this time.

"I'll be out of time later, so I'm busy. Corifo sighed, "Even the obvious political marriage does keep people busy. ”

Fitney was silent for a moment: "Vanessa...... ? ”

"Do you know that young lady? She once asked me if there was a nobleman named Evan Freyton in the Kingdom of Luther. Corifo smiled.

It was a question, but Fitney knew he had the answer.

"How do you answer?"

"I'm dead. ”

Fitney didn't speak, just slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

It was a respectable and brave girl.

"By the way, I've heard something. Corifo stood up, as if he was about to get busy again, but the figure paused.

Fitney tilted his head slightly, revealing a "I would like to hear it" expression.

"You and Ed Ansendeir......" Coriford was indeed puzzled by the matter.

Yesterday many people had seen the sudden appearance of Edra leaving Fettney, and the sudden arrival of the Duchy of Ansendir for help, which made it perhaps interesting news for them.

But for those who know about Fitney's hatred for Ed, it's really puzzling.

"Is this important?" said Fitney, who felt inexplicable.

"I'm just curious. You're not someone who affects the big picture because of your feelings. Corifo thought for a moment and said.

"Feelings, it seems that you don't have a grudge against him?" Fitney asked rhetorically, "Don't forget ...... Starlight in the first place"

Fitney suddenly realizes that he has mentioned the past of "Follett".

Coriford didn't care: "Sharon is dead, is she?"

Fitney did not answer him.

"I do have a bit of a resentment with him, but, after all that's happened, I think maybe his presence is just a catalytic guy who doesn't have a position of his own. Corifu said honestly.

Not without resentment.

I just don't think there's any point in putting all this on Ed's head.

And think that's a pathetic person or someone who doesn't need to be taken too seriously.

He ...... It's not ......" Fitney frowned, almost subconsciously trying to reverse some kind of perception.

"Huh...... It was a surprise. ”

Coriford's words made Fitney stunned for a moment—and it was only then that she realized that she had just stood up sharply.

"You really ...... him," Corifol's smirking expression made Fitney's pale face a little pale.

Fitnay didn't know how to justify, so he sat down slowly, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Even if you are misunderstood and hated by Sharon, you have not defended yourself. And his ...... Indisputable, you ......" Corifo said another sentence before turning to leave, his voice like a sigh, which made Fitney fall into a kind of thought.

Is it really, indisputable?

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Fitnair was startled by the voice—who knows why she had suddenly fallen into deep thought?

The problem, of course, comes from Ed.

He appeared here at a time when the nobles were almost finished taking their seats, and although he had not changed into the clothes that people felt familiar, his imposing attitude did not make people feel unworthy of the solemnity here.

What do you think it is.

He heard...... Yourself and Coriford's conversation?

Fitnay looked at his handsome face, with a light smile of indifference, and finally his face tensed and did not speak, as if he had not heard.

"Lornay—since you think I'm different from what they say, then—what do you think I am?" Ed asked, sitting next to her, a little closer to her.

"I don't know. Fitney replied softly.

"What did you say?" Ed asked, not knowing if it was because he was not satisfied with the answer or if he didn't understand.

I said, I don't know. Fitney repeated.

"Hmm...... Say it again?"

The corners of Ed's mouth curled deeper, and this smile was quite amusing to Fitney.

"Shut up!" said Fitney.

Ed was stunned.

"Shut up—all right!" said Fitney, glaring at him, his pale face a little red.

Fitney Wizdem is a person who cares a lot about etiquette, and it's not that she's not without girlish anger, but she thinks it's meaningless and almost never shows it.

This is a very rare outpouring.

Ed blinked, then covered his face with the back of his hand so that his smile would not be revealed.

A black-haired young man and a white-haired girl sat on a bench, their faces facing each other in opposite directions, but their eyes were shining, as if they were blending in with the warm atmosphere at this time, and they were even more dazzling.