civilwarnovels Book 5: Chapter 141
Book 5: Chapter 141
Book 5: Chapter 141
Gregory frowned to himself as he looked around the reception hall. His heel clicked against the ground as he bounced his leg up and down. He was seated next to his wife, and all around him, there were well-dressed individuals who looked equally as upset. Gregorys wife placed her hand on his shoulder. Calm down, she said. Getting angry wont accomplish anything.
Gregory snorted and brushed his hand over his shoulder, knocking his wifes arm away. How can I not get angry in a situation like this? Arent you upset? Alice deliberately told us the wrong time! Weve been waiting her for hours!
Gregorys wife rubbed her wrist and let out a small smile. Perhaps somethings held her up, she said. You know Alice is a very busy individual. Shes a guild master and a champion for humanity. Honestly, if it werent for her, would we be in such a good position socially?
Gregory snorted again. The Lowenherz family is plenty capable even without Alice. Would she be in her current position without us? He gestured around himself. Look around you. If shes simply busy and didnt tell us the incorrect time, then why hasnt the grooms family and friends arrived yet? Why havent Alices friends arrived yet? Its only us, the relatives that shes been butting heads with that have been waiting for hours.
At that moment, the large doors leading to the reception hall swung open. A pale-looking couple walked inside with stiff movements. Everyone waiting in the hall turned to look at them, and upon seeing who they were, the guests expressions twisted in shock.
Regis!? Allie!?
The couple exchanged glances with each other before chuckling, their laughter sounding like rocks grinding together. The man, Regis, raised his hand and waved at the crowd of guests that were climbing to their feet. Hello, everyone, he said. Its been a long time since weve last met, and I do believe Im seeing some new faces here.
Gregorys wife tugged on her husband sleeve. Who is that? she whispered, keeping her eye on the couple.
Thats my brother, Gregory said, his expression cramping. He died in the frostlands. He jerked his arm up, freeing his clothes from his wifes grasp, and walked towards Regis. What happened to you? Why are you?
Alive again? Regis asked and chuckled. Its all thanks to Alice and her boyfriend. No, that isnt correct. He should be her fianc now. He nodded, his movements a bit stiff. We arent actually alive, but were not dead either; I believe the proper term for someone in our state is zombie.
The guests gasped and exchanged glances with each other. One of them stepped forward with a furrowed brow. How do you feel?
The list of very important guests, the masked man said. The regular guests have to wait for the ceremony to begin. The important guests get to enter first. Have you never attended a wedding before?
Gregorys eye twitched. Im the brides uncle. Am I not an important guest?
The masked man reached into his shirt and took out a piece of paper. Its color contrasted against the mans black gloves. Whats your name?
Gregory Lowenherz.
After reading for a bit, the masked man put the list away. No. Youre not an important guest.
Gregorys brow furrowed. If, as the uncle of the bride, Im not an important guest, then who is? What status do they have thats stronger than the bond of family?
At that moment, the building rumbled, and a wall collapsed. Damnit. Who put this wall here? a feminine voice asked, coming from the dust that had been kicked up. A woman wearing a purple dress walked through the dust, waving her hand in front of her face. Behind her, a massive scaled head appeared. Tafel turned around and gestured with her arms. Back up! Theres no space for you to enter from here.
The scaled face frowned. Shouldnt you have brought us somewhere more spacious?
I underestimated the area nine dragons occupy, okay?
Tafel Besteck? the masked man asked.
Tafel nodded.
Right this way, the masked man said and gestured with his arm. He turned towards Gregory. If you were wondering, yes, she is a very important guest.