Sigrid Novel Chapter 130

"Don't ntion it. I'll be going now. I'll let you know as things progress."

"Alright."

Morris approached and lightly kissed her cheek, then asked:

"Are you happy?"

"Yes."

As Sigrid answered with a smile, Morris said "That's all that matters" and left the room with a grin. Laduree said "Oh my, oh my" and asked:

"Could this be the Young Master's rival?"

"He used to be. Good. Now we just have to take care of the most important thing, and the preparations will be complete."

Marie-Chez tossed the sample book onto the table. Lowengrin said:

"You an the al."

"Yes, the al."

Marie-Chez was quite happy.

The Lunatil ducal family was wealthy, and they were covering all the wedding expenses. So Marie-Chez could plan the wedding she wanted without worrying about money.

And everything was finished.

Now they just had to decide on the nu. Marie-Chez rubbed her hands together.

Of course, a beautiful wedding venue is important, but in the end, what people rember is the food. Marie-Chez smiled as she opened the nu.

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The news of these two getting married had already spread everywhere, and all the invitations had been sent out.

There were rumors that nobles were using their connections to get those invitations. The Regent Crown Prince and Crown Princess couldn't attend the wedding.

No monarch attends a subject's wedding.

Instead, Erial sent the veil she had worn as a gift.

As it was truly the wedding of two people favored by the imperial family, nobles who wanted to establish connections with them kept sending wedding gifts endlessly.

The task of sending thank-you notes for all of these was so enormous that Arkana seriously considered inventing a magic pen that would write by itself.

After stamping the seal on the last thank-you letter, Arkana put down the signet ring. He had borrowed it from Sigrid. The household mbers thought it was an incredible sign of trust to entrust the signet ring, but for the two of them, it was only natural.

'It's quiet.'

The mansion, which had been noisy with wedding preparations, beca rather calm on the night before. Arkana stood up.

Walking down the corridor, he found Sigrid on the terrace and opened the door to go out.

"Siri? What's the bride doing the night before?"

"Well, my wedding dress is hanging in my room, right? Looking at it, it doesn't feel real. I ca out to get so fresh air."

"Want to call it off if you don't like it?"

At Arkana's words, Sigrid laughed and shook her head.

"No, that's not it."

"Good. I'm glad then. You've had a tough two weeks."

"Hmm, but thinking about it, I didn't really suffer that much. Entrusting my body to others was surprisingly pleasant. My skin is completely smooth like a peeled egg. My hair has never shined like this before. See how my nails have turned completely pink?"

Sigrid said, crossing her arms.

"I think I understand why noble ladies enjoy living leisurely lives. This isn't so bad."

"Really?"

"Yes, but I still prefer a knight's life. I guess it can't be helped."

Sigrid chuckled lightly. Having just co out of bed, Sigrid had let her hair down completely. Her long silver hair fluttered lightly in the wind, shimring like silver threads.

Arkana narrowed his eyes as if dazzled, then looked away.

"I heard the news through Lord Deforest. They've arrested those two."

"Ah, yes. They're to be executed the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you, Sigrid."

"It's nothing. They would have been caught eventually, even without ."

"If they were going to be caught, they would have been already. The opponent was a knight too. Without your na, it wouldn't have gone so easily."

Arkana extended his hand. As Sigrid took it, Arkana bowed and kissed the back of her hand, then straightened up.

"I'll give it to you. Even though you said you didn't need it."

"What?"

When Sigrid asked in confusion, Arkana smiled.

"There's such a thing. Now, go in and sleep. If you sleep late and ruin your condition tomorrow, Lady Inglet will never forgive you."

"Haha, that's true."

Sigrid nodded.

"Good night, Arkana."

"Good night."

My lady who took my soul.

Arkana smiled slightly and waved his hand.

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The temple was packed with people.

Sigrid took a step onto the long purple path stretching before them. Awen was already walking ahead, scattering white flower petals.

As Sigrid began to walk slowly, her veil made of silver spider lace sparkled as if sprinkled with diamond dust. Her dress fell in simple straight lines with almost no decorations, designed to flow and trail long behind her.

Marie-Chez let out a satisfied sigh at the sight of her looking like a goddess of the sword. Sigrid walked at a pace that was neither too fast nor too slow, as she had practiced.

But she couldn't tell if her own pace was fast or slow. The slow wedding hymn made her steps feel even slower.

Or was Awen walking ahead too fast? Or too slow?

'Why is this path so long?'

Sigrid thought as she looked at the end of the path. At the end stood Beramund. He had already co down from the dais and was waiting further out than where the groom usually greets the bride.

It felt like it had been so long since she'd seen him in these two weeks that Sigrid had to suppress the urge to run to him.

Watching Sigrid slowly walking in, Beramund felt his mind growing hazy. He wanted to rush over, embrace her, kiss her, and shout to the guests, 'This is my wife!'

'But I can't do that.'

He clenched his fists tightly.

When Sigrid finally ca close and took his hand, Beramund swallowed hard. She seed to be emitting light.

No, of course she would. Isn't it natural for Sigrid to radiate light?

Throughout the priest's blessing, Beramund stared intently at Sigrid. The priest cleared his throat a few tis, but Beramund paid no attention, and light laughter erupted from the guest seats.

After the blessing ended, the priest wrapped their arms with a wide white ribbon, declaring them husband and wife. Beramund gripped Sigrid's hand tightly.

"Now, let the couple share the kiss of covenant."

As soon as the priest's words ended, Beramund grabbed Sigrid's waist and kissed her.

Cheers erupted from all around.

'I've finally got her.'

Beramund wanted to cheer along with the guests. As the couple made their way back down the aisle, flower petals rained down endlessly, and the applause and cheers didn't stop. When they reached the end of the aisle, the cheering stopped, but the ceremony was far from over.

Dancing at the wedding party that followed, greeting people, changing clothes—

The party continued until nightfall.

Only then did the wedding finally end, and Marie-Chez, Lowengrin, and Laduree collapsed in exhaustion.

Compared to them, the bride and groom, with their better basic stamina, were still quite energetic. Marie-Chez fought off sleep to see the couple off as they departed in a carriage for their trip.

A honeymoon to her own territory—Marie-Chez hoped they would rest and not work, please.

Climbing into the carriage, Sigrid let out a sigh.

"It's finally over."

Beramund nodded, saying, "Indeed."

"Sigrid."

"Yes."

"Sigrid Lunatil."

"It's Sigrid Lunatil Ankertna."

Beramund grinned at her correction.

"I'm just calling up to the middle. Co here, wife."

At Beramund's words as he opened his arms, Sigrid's face flushed.

Wife.

That's right. I'm a wife now.

Sigrid reached out and obediently nestled into Beramund's embrace. She exhaled deeply and said:

"It feels like it's been an incredibly long ti."

"Since we embraced? I feel the sa."

Beramund gently stroked Sigrid's back. The body heat felt through the thin fabric of her sumr dress was pleasant. Now he could see everything beneath this fabric. It was all his.

He could lick, bite, and savor it as much as he wanted.

Feeling hungry, Beramund kissed her.

'But it will take five days to reach the territory.'

He couldn't embrace her in the carriage or at inns, could he?

Rather, with the day so close, his desire burned even more fiercely. Now he could really touch her. No one would say anything, and it was even a marital duty, wasn't it?

But Beramund knew he would endure for five days. Knowing this made him even more frustrated, and he sighed.

When they arrived at the territory, the servants were waiting to greet them.

The mansion had been newly decorated to welco the newlyweds. Rivans smiled and said:

"A bath and dinner are prepared."

The bath felt good, and the al was delicious, but Beramund could hardly taste the food. After finishing the al and changing clothes in his bedroom, Beramund grasped the doorknob leading to the couple's bedroom.

'Oh my.'

He laughed, seeing his hand trembling slightly. He clenched and unclenched his fist, then turned the doorknob.

Sigrid was already sitting at the edge of the bed.

Wearing a thin robe, Sigrid startled at the sound of the door opening and turned around.

"Beramund."

"Siri."

Beramund licked his dry lips. He shouldn't be the one getting nervous. He needed to help Sigrid relax.

"I, um. I've heard about how to do it."

At those words, Beramund's eyes widened before he laughed.

"What?"

"Well— the basics."

"Good heavens, Siri."

Beramund chuckled, and Sigrid said with a serious face:

"But I don't understand how it actually happens."

Beramund felt his tension dissipate completely. Instead, he felt a hungry desire. But not too fast, slowly.

"How it happens?"

He asked and grinned.

"I'll show you that."

Beramund approached and kissed Sigrid. The kiss, which started shallow, gradually beca more intense. Sigrid felt like she couldn't breathe as his tongue probed deeply.

"Mmm—"

She let out a small moan and panted.

Tantalizing by the body heat felt through the silk slip, Beramund slipped his hand underneath. Sigrid swallowed hard at the hand caressing her bare skin. Sothing ticklish raced through her entire body.

As he pulled her onto the bed, Beramund tugged on the cord beside it.

With a soft rustle, curtains fell around all four sides of the bed.

The newlyweds didn't erge from the bedroom for a week, and the servants gained the realization that the Master was indeed different.

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Nas said as he tidied up the desk:

"It's a sha you're retiring after getting married."

"Can't be helped, can it? Territory affairs are busy."

Beramund shrugged. Nas sighed and said:

"Well, I'm happy to be promoted to Captain of the 1st unit, but still."

"Then why the sigh?"

"It's sad to lose both of you at once. Masters are rare, you know."

"Well, we might co back and demand our positions back once the territory is stable."

At those words, Nas smiled.

"I won't give it up easily."

"Haha, that's good."

Beramund nodded. He tossed the pin indicating his Captaincy to Nas with a shrug.

"Well then, good luck, Captain."

"Take care, Count."

Beramund laughed and left the Imperial Guard room. Crossing the skybridge connected to the guard room and entering directly into the palace, he found Serios waiting.

Serios said with an "Ah—":

"I should have worked you more."

"You worked

plenty for half a year, didn't you? Constantly rejecting my resignation."

"Still. I feel like I haven't gotten my money's worth yet."

"You'd say you haven't gotten your money's worth even if I died."

As Beramund sneered, Serios frowned and said "You're really disrespectful," but his mouth was smiling.

"How's Sigrid? Is she doing well?"

"She's doing fine. Seems to be slowly adapting to territory affairs too. Is the west quiet?"

"For now."

Serios said aningfully. Beramund groaned.

"I'm scared I'll be conscripted."

"That can't be helped, can it? You swore loyalty to . My dear subjects."

"Well, there's no doubt Sigrid would be the first to rush over. Why? Are the barbarians acting strange? Or is it magical beasts?"

"Hmm, rather, it's worryingly too quiet. I'm concerned they might be consolidating their forces among themselves."

"We should increase the patrols then."

"That's right."

Serios said, interlocking his fingers behind his head and stretching out his legs:

"Ah, who am I going to have such comfortable conversations with now?"

"It's not like I'm leaving the palace completely."

"Well, that's true. But there's a difference between being within calling distance and being three or four days away when called."

"I'm suddenly very happy to be leaving."

At Beramund's words, Serios chuckled. He straightened his hands and said:

"Anyway, thanks for your hard work all this ti."

"No need for thanks. Show it with money, not words."

"I'm broke."