The Viscount Wants to Go to the Mill - Chapter 30

It was the mayor of Arett who convinced the sister who refused to believe. Even knowing that a dragon had appeared and witnessing Breck pull out the holy sword, and hearing Cohen’s testimony, she didn’t believe it. But when the mayor bowed his head as if he was meeting the Emperor of the Empire, she had no choice but to believe.

His parents collapsed. Breck tried to make up for his past by pulling out a large amount of gold from his infinite pocket to show filial piety, but instead, he got hit by his father with a cane, asking what dangerous things he had been doing while running away. Of course, his father didn’t have the strength to break his legs.

Next, it was the turn of the non-humans. Although the Dragon Lord politely declined his attendance, the Succubus Queen and the Vampire Lord refused to yield. They hadn’t planned to invite the Spirit Kings, but they barged in and seemed intent on trampling the garden during the wedding. As a result, the garden at Viscount Aiden’s residence, overflowing with spirit energy, turned into a jungle in an instant.

Moreover, representatives from various other races’ councils attended. Elves, dwarves, giants, centaurs, and all sorts of races sent congratulatory envoys, and Breck had to run around to prevent them from entering Verdain City. Thanks to this, only the Kingdom of Aiphe suddenly received an absurd number of guests.

When they wondered where the rumor had come from, it turned out to be Baerba.

“What could I do? Did you expect no rumors after beating up a dragon?”

“Beating up? I only responded to the preemptive attack.”

“No need to pay respects to me. I’m just a loser.”

“If you speak informally to a dragon, you’ll get into trouble later.”

Breck said discontentedly. Still, he tolerated it because of the compensation Baerba offered.

Despite his great adventure spanning 15 years, Breck didn’t have many treasures. To be precise, they were skewed to one side. He had magical tools useful for a wandering life, amazing weapons and armor, and gems storing near-infinite magic and spirit energy, but he was far from having luxury items or artworks. No matter how infinite his pocket was, he couldn’t just stuff anything into it.

Baerba filled that gap. He first decided on a reward of gold equal to his body weight and then provided various jewels and artworks calculated to match the value of that gold. Thanks to this, Breck could place a tiara decorated with a transparent and beautiful red diamond on Lily’s head today.

“Well, thinking about it, it’s like I was the matchmaker.”

“Dragons do have thick skin.”

Dragons as proactive and unique as Baerba were rare. From seeking him out to attending the wedding, everything was surprising. Even the ice dragon, who had tried to act as Breck’s mentor, had only sent a congratulatory gift and blessings through a servant.

And the ice dragon’s servant, having heard the rumors somewhere, had collected the entire series of ‘Dragon Slayer Briston’ volumes. Breck could only shake his head.

And the holy sword……

『Ah, I am not an ornament! If this continues, give me to someone else!』

It was now shouting, stuck in the marble of Viscount Aiden’s residence lobby. Breck couldn’t actually give it to someone else because it would undoubtedly get angry again. He tried to keep it in a shrine to prevent people from coming to see it, but the sword had gotten angry about being separated, so he left it there.

“I have no choice. I’ve retired. I’ll never fight holding you again.”

『As if.』

The holy sword grumbled but eventually quieted down at those words. Breck had also threatened to send it to the ice dragon’s servant if it really hated it, but the sword sulked without responding. After all, it seemed that the mansion’s marble lobby was better than being stuck in the back mountain.

After such a long process, only relatives from both families and old residents of Verdain City attended the wedding at Viscount Aiden’s residence.

The garden, which had turned into a jungle, was trimmed with the help of Cohen and all the city’s gardeners, and due to the presence of the Spirit Kings, flowers of all seasons bloomed simultaneously on the spirit-filled land.

Snowflakes sent by the ice dragon fell in the garden without wetting the clothes and disappeared. Young spirits, who came to see the Dragon Slayer, flickered in the air as light clusters, and red velvet sent by the royal family was laid on the wedding road. On one side of the altar, the holy sword, tied with ribbons and crying, was decorated like a wedding gift.

It was a beautiful wedding.

In the midst of it, Evangeline sighed, unable to find what they had sent.

“Well, I knew that no matter how great a treasure we sent, it wouldn’t stand out with the holy sword and the dragon’s gift, but still, they haven’t displayed anything.”

“Isn’t the bride wearing it?”

Secretary Hector said with utmost politeness. Evangeline hoped so and muttered. On the other hand, it was also absurd.

“After begging so much to accept a dukedom, his final choice is a viscount wife.”

“What use would a human title be to Sir Revaston?”

That was true, but as a princess of the empire, she couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy.

Meanwhile, Pulque, who had come to cover this great event himself, was in a daze.

“My goodness. Revaston settling in our city. My goodness. I’m attending Revaston’s wedding.”

In the end, would Briston be discontinued like this? It had to be. What would happen to Verdain Weekly now was unclear.

A butler, who had quietly sat beside him, whispered.

“It’s all right.”

“What do you mean?”

“They asked when the next issue will be out.”

Realizing who had said that, Pulque opened his eyes wide.

“Then……!”

When he raised his voice, everyone’s attention turned to him at once. Pulque closed his mouth in embarrassment. The butler frowned slightly. He thought that vulgar novel insulting his new master should not be left as it was, but since his master himself had asked to convey it, what could he do?

“Just finish it well…….”

“Of course. I will. I’ll tell the author. Truly, you are magnanimous. Your heart is broader than the dragon’s wings.”

Pulque praised with a face full of emotion.

In the midst of the commotion, the music started. Baron Ploy, who officiated the ceremony, climbed up to the altar looking like he was about to die.

Breck, wearing a perfectly fitting formal suit, strode down the wedding road towards the altar. If the truth hadn’t been revealed beforehand, not many would recognize that the current Breck was the same person as the hunched gardener Breck. His sister was bewildered, but his parents wiped their tears.

Next was Lily.

She took a deep breath in nervousness. It wasn’t her first time, but she was more nervous than before.

“It’s okay, Miss Lily. You’ve already been seeing each other.”

Anna whispered softly, handing her the bouquet.

Even without a veil, her vision blurred. So she walked slowly and carefully. Despite the numerous guests, among whom were noble beings she couldn’t ignore, only the handsome man standing at the end of the path barely entered her sight.

Breck, looking impatient, walked down from the platform a bit faster.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m, I’m fine.”

Lily said in a trembling voice. As Breck escorted her, linking her arm with his, she realized that he too was trembling slightly.

Suddenly, her tension eased. Lily faintly smiled. Breck’s face turned bright red. If the ice dragon had been there, he would have teased them for sure.

The two walked stiffly to the altar. Baron Ploy, with a pale face, read the marriage vows and had them exchange rings.

“With this, I solemnly declare the marriage of these two to be concluded! Oh my…….”

As soon as he hastily finished speaking, he clutched his chest and sat down. Officiating Revaston’s wedding? He would boast about this for the rest of his life and write memoirs.

Regardless of whether he sat down or not, Breck pulled Lily’s cheek and kissed her as if he had been waiting for this moment. Lily lowered the hand holding the bouquet and then threw it away, wrapping her arms around his neck.

All the remaining days ahead would be the life she had dreamed of.