I Don’t Want To Be the Main Character

137. Wedding of the Century (2)

1.

A runaway train with no brakes.

Although the process was not so smooth, Elena’s drive to obtain official permission was formidable.

I don’t know why I had to come to this world to experience this weird thing called a sudmein or something, but Elena’s drive was amazing, as was her obsession.

“It’s a once in a lifetime wedding, don’t you think so?”

The easiest and simplest magic sentence to shut my mouth.

I’ve heard it said once in a lifetime so many times that I’m almost neurotic now.

Actually, if you think about it rationally and calmly, Elena’s words are not wrong. Unless you plan on getting divorced and remarrying later, a wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime event. Especially in this day and age where divorce is taboo, that kind of thing is not possible.

Ludrick Weiss, the calm, intelligent, and always cool-headed man in his head, was saying this.

“Anyway, this will all just be a memory later. Why do you keep whining like a girl? Just think of it as getting along and doing it cleanly. Or are you nervous now that you’re actually getting married?”

And another Ludrick Weiss, who was very dissatisfied with everything, quick to give up and extremely realistic, said:

“No, I know that, but this is excessive. You could have just chosen some clothes and stuff, worn them, and prepared the wedding venue roughly, but why put so much effort into it? How much is too much to be considered acceptable? This is a bit too much.”

In the midst of the fierce confrontation between the two Ludrick Weiss, who are like oil and water and cannot mix, the one I ultimately gave my hand to was the rational Ludrick.

The reason wasn’t grand.

Even though she is as calm as Sylphia and Eileen, she hints that she is looking forward to the wedding, although to a lesser extent than Elena.

“Let’s take a look at just one more place.”

“Eileen, you said you were annoying just a moment ago.”

“……I clearly told you that. But now that I’ve come this far, I’ve become a little greedy. Let’s take a look at just one more place and then decide.”

“…….”

Even Eileen is saying this, and I’m whining and complaining about it?

It’s just that I’m the only one being treated like a slob. It’s not like I’m losing out on anything if I try a little harder, it’s just that I’m a little annoyed.

What can I do? I have to accept that. We’re going to live together for the rest of our lives, so if you can’t even give that much, then you’re not qualified to get married.

I have nothing to say when people ask why I’m doing this when no one threatened me with a knife and told me to get married. This marriage is already receiving a lot of attention with negative connotations.

So in conclusion.

I decided to just pick what I want and leave the rest to them to play the drums and janggu and figure out how to do it. Sometimes when they ask me what I like, I just tell them what I think.

“Our Ludrick is truly amazing.”

“What’s so strange?”

“Usually, men are more excited about these things and have to look into them and choose this and that, but they end up spending a lot of time worrying and not being able to make a decision. Isn’t that usually the case?”

“I guess that’s normal. But am I normal?”

“Hmm… That’s true. Well, men don’t usually have more than five wives.”

Rasil, who had been speaking quietly, shrugged his shoulders as if it was a foolish question and then joined the heated discussion again. They were currently arguing over where to hold the wedding, and it was quite a sight to see Rasil joining in and adding to the conversation.

If even Rasil, who seems like the most unlikely of people, is like that, then how much worse must it be for other people?

Anyway, I shook my head and opened the newspaper.

In fact, newspapers were an important source of gossip for the educated class, that is, the aristocracy, who could read and write. Although slightly different, it was similar to the way people were interested in entertainment news in their previous life.

And the article in the newspaper did not disappoint me.

“…The wedding of the century.”

It was a provocative headline.

Actually, at first, it was just an article about me dating Rasil, but now the newspaper article was more detailed than I thought.

It’s only natural that rumors would spread as he was causing chaos while traveling around the capital.

I sometimes wonder where my privacy is, but then I can’t help but nod when I think about the Middle Ages. Where in this day and age can there be any concept of portrait rights or privacy?

I sighed as I read the newspaper article about my wedding that was featured prominently.

“Well, what can I do?”

I felt like a monkey in a zoo, but I knew this would happen from the beginning. It’s ridiculous to go into detail about it now.

Hannamja’s 10 gay special.

I care a lot about what other people think.

On the other hand, any true man would go his own way coolly without caring about what other people think. If I want to get married because I like them and my wife likes them, then what’s the big deal about other people talking about?

“What are you looking at so intently?”

“It’s a newspaper.”

“and.”

Sylphia, who seemed interested in my short answer, let out a short exclamation as she rested her head on my shoulder and was skimming through the newspaper. Then she muttered.

“Do people really have nothing better to do? They even take an interest in other people’s marriages.”

“I guess there are so many people interested in men getting married. Since everyone is interested, the newspapers will publish articles like this.”

“Even so, isn’t this almost like stalking? If this keeps up, they’ll even publish in the newspaper where we bought our dresses, who we invited, and all that stuff.”

“That could be the case.”

Having experienced the 21st century, I simply responded as if it was nothing serious, as if it was nothing serious. Sylphia, a dragon who had tasted the spicy culture of humans, looked tired, but it was almost a national rule to give advice on celebrity marriages.

In this world, they are almost like celebrities in that they attract a lot of attention.

It was obvious that everyone’s attention would be focused on my wedding, which the newspapers themselves had dubbed the “wedding of the century.” Fortunately, given our status, there were no reporters following us around to cover the story, but they would probably rush in again soon and come up with new articles.

“Why are you overthinking things so much? You’re still narrow-minded and petty, like someone might call you a lizard.”

“…If you say lizard one more time, I’ll really kill you?”

“You can just think of it as humans having nothing better to do, or being too interested for nothing, and move on.”

“That’s why I told you to speak so nicely from the beginning. Who called whom a lizard? A bat that sticks to everything.”

And since Sylphia and Arwen, who were still on bad terms, started to snarl at each other, I had no choice but to step in and mediate this time too.

“If you fight, you can’t hold hands for a month.”

“oh.”

“That, that kind of…!”

I’m not an elementary school teacher who has to comfort and appease children, and I don’t want to act like this with lethal skinship.

What can I do when we fight over who’s happy to see each other?

The relationship between Sylphia and Arwen was almost on the same level as that between Eileen and Rasil, so it was important to step forward and mediate early before it escalated into a bigger emotional fight.

I guess it can’t be helped because I feel like Arwen and Sylphia are enemies.

I don’t know why, but… … No, I guess I’ll just ask this now.

“But why are those two on such bad terms?”

“That bat woman who can’t even look at the sun properly is called a lizard.”

I asked Sylphia a question indirectly, but the answer I got was exactly as I expected.

“…Arwen, why are you like that? Why can’t you stop picking on Sylphia?”

“Three hundred years ago.”

“huh?”

“That lizard has killed my people.”

“Huh?”

Arwen’s purple eyes flashed fiercely with anger. And Sylphia, who met those gazes, slowly turned her head and answered.

“I told you, it was an accident.”

“Still, I was taking care of it with affection in my own way.”

The atmosphere suddenly became serious.

When I looked at her with a puzzled expression, wondering if there had been some kind of accident that I didn’t know about, Sylphia answered while avoiding eye contact.

“I just happened to wake up from hibernation and was about to go out to play… I just woke up after a long time and was checking, so I cast my magic somewhere random and it hit one of the bat woman’s followers.”

“…….”

Isn’t this a bit serious?

I also knew the general idea. All existing vampires eventually trace back to Arwen. Of course, that’s only natural, since she’s the first vampire and the progenitor of all vampire species.

But if Arwen calls her a servant, it must mean a servant who she gave blood to. If she had just cast a spell and the servant had been hit and destroyed, it would have been natural to hold a grudge.

Arwen whispered in a gloomy voice.

“……He was a guy who liked playing ball with me. If I recreate him, the original memories won’t be connected, so there’s no point in doing it again, right?”

“ball……?”

A random word that doesn’t fit the situation.

Arwen added an explanation as she looked at me with eyes demanding an explanation.

“For your information, I like dogs more than cats. I changed into dogs because it was more convenient, but I was lonely being alone, so I made myself into a dog…”

“ah…….”

The tension that had been taut for a moment was released in an instant.

So you created a puppy as a servant, but it was hit by a magic spell that Silphia thoughtlessly cast and disappeared?

“……What kind of Baskerville dog is that?”

I absentmindedly pictured a vampire serving a dog-shaped servant horse, then shook my head.

Wow, I was such a fool to think that seriously.