Two days had passed. With the joint efforts of the villagers, all preparations for the wedding were completed.
All acquaintances of the young couple gathered in the church. The ceremony was conducted by the count himself; it seemed he had long been aware of his daughter's feelings and had no objections to such a reliable son-in-law.
Algo stood there in a custom-tailored suit, which probably cost more than all his clothing combined. Therefore, among other reasons, he was trembling with fear. Grain fulfilled the role of the witness from the groom's side, while Myrida stood on the bride's side. The rest of the guild members sat in the front row. Soon, the bride appeared in a splendid white dress, looking incredibly beautiful.
"Ah, she's so beautiful," Kurone couldn't contain her delight. "Krito, don't you regret losing such a bride?"
"Not really," he replied.
"But you had everything planned in advance, even before we left the Academy."
"Why would I plan something in advance? I feigned an expression of offended innocence. "I've never suffered from such things."
"You are so modest, Mr. Krito," Rizel's voice was, as always, impartial. "Yet, you managed everything so skillfully. Although, I believe you had a couple of weak points in your plan."
"Oh, really? Like what?"
Besides me, two pairs of ears from the second row listened intently to the words of the necromancer.
"Well, it all boiled down to Algo confessing his feelings and realizing that he should join the guild, right?"
"Well, more or less," I nodded.
"And what if he hadn't mustered the courage to confess, or hadn't realized your hint?" The necromancer asked, glancing suspiciously behind me.
I pondered for a moment.
"Hmm, you're right. I suppose I would have had to fulfill my duty and marry Leira instead of him," I said with a shrug. "But in the end, everything worked out more perfectly than I could have hoped. I love observing the results of my work."
Suddenly, the room felt warmer than usual, and faint crackling sounds filled the air.
"KRIIIIITOOOOO!!!" a malicious growl came from behind me.
I turned around calmly. Two ominous figures stood there, clenching their fists – one yellow, crackling with lightning, and the other black, engulfed in flames.
"You know, Lady Shinigami, I suddenly find myself with urgent matters to attend to," I said.
Krito leaped in one bound to the open window and jumped outside, and following him were streaks of lightning, bursts of flame, and the sardonic laughter of the necromancer.