Chapter 8

That man was Count Wolf.

The man had pitch-black hair and golden eyes. A graceful beauty, but too daunting to notice his good feature. In the shadow of the moonlight, a wolf seemed to roar and stand up.

If this man wasn’t Count Arnulf, who would he be?

He wasn’t even dressed like a groom standing in the wedding hall. The black uniform had no decoration other than silver buttons and epaulets.

(The shoulder pads on the jacket in the image are epaulets)

“The bride has finally arrived.” The priest said with a gentle smile. Anne led Lisa to the altar.

I gave my hand to Anne and let her help me to my position.

“What happened here? Who is this woman?”

The man standing next to Count Arnulf couldn’t hide his confused face when he saw Lisa and mumbled slowly. He was a witness sent by the King, and of course he thought that the bride would be the Princess of Aida, Eleanora.

Count Arnulf commented cynically.

“Mister is saying something strange. Did you mean that someone other than the bride was sitting in the carriage sent by the Duke of Aida?”

“No, no, I don’t know what you mean.”

The King’s witness did not know what to do. It was a marriage arranged by the King, and who would have imagined that the Duke of Aida would have the guts to do something like this? ‘I was told that there was no servant or maid in the carriage, as they reported what happened on the way.’

However, there was nothing to say about the shabby appearance of the bride.Rather than objecting the order of Count Arnuf to expel all the escorts, but the bride, it was better to get on board to overthrow this marriage and encourage the Duke of Aida to declare war.

Of course, considering the King’s position, it’s out of question.

“Then let’s have the wedding.”

“I do not have much time. I have to go back at dawn.” Count Arnulf had an indifferent face, whether the bride was a beautiful Princess or the daughter of a serf.

He reached out to Lisa, and Lisa hesitated whether to place her hand on his. Her hands were coarse and brittle because of her rough upbringing, so it couldn’t be called a Princess’s hand.

‘Will I be knocked out if I get caught? Will I be dragged out like this?’ Though, Count Arnulf didn’t do that. He just held her hand tight and led me to the front of the altar.

The priest seemed embarrassed. But when Count Arnulf glanced at him to continue, he lit the candle on the altar.

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