As Owen entered the capital amidst the dazzling display of flowers and fireworks, the entire city seemed to boil over in excitement. The jubilant cheers almost drowned out the sound of the fireworks' explosions.
"Owen, Leslie's mood isn't great. You'd better coax her a bit later," Duke Charles walked up to Owen, his expression serious.
Although Leslie had always been calm and collected, she had placed great importance on the wedding preparations. But not long ago, he noticed a distinct chill on Leslie's face.
Even when he excitedly informed her that Owen had returned, she showed very little reaction.
His instincts told him that Leslie was definitely angry at Owen.
Owen blinked in surprise. Leslie was angry?
There was still some time left before the seventh day she had set. Why would she be angry?
Could it be because of the Archdemon?
