I just hope to live a leisurely life in the world of anime.

The little girl felt very excited, took a deep breath, and felt completely satisfied. She hugged An Shu and buried her face in his chest.

"Next time I'll throw you on the ground!"

"Hmph! You dare? Hey, Brother Anshu, have you noticed anything different about me today?" She raised her head, glared at him with her bright eyes, and then asked.

An Shu looked her up and down. Hmm, she seems even cuter today?

"What's different? It's even more beautiful now?"

"No, no! Look!" she said, straightening her chest.

"necklace?"

"Yes! This is the one Brother Anshu gave me!" The little girl touched the heart shape on it, smiling gently, seemingly lost in memories.

"So you've been up there all this time just to find this?"

"Hmm! I almost forgot where I hid it!"

An Shu, however, didn't give her any face and spoiled the mood by saying, "But, it doesn't feel like a good match!"

But it's also true that, after all, the red robe with gold thread and the sudden transparent color looked a bit out of place.

"I do not care!"

"Alright, alright, Miori-chan is the cutest! Let's go, don't be late!"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't Brother Anshu say that the flow of time in your space is relatively slow? Could it be... that Brother Anshu is already eager to have sex with me? Hmm, actually, if Brother Anshu really wants to... ouch!"

"Let's go!" An Shu withdrew his fist, his face darkening, as if he was embarrassed and angry.

Why do you think An Shu set the flow rate of space to be different? Of course, it's to time it perfectly; sex is more fun at night!

Although An Shu didn't know why sex had to be done at night, that's how it was depicted in the notebooks she had seen before!

"Hmph! Fine, let's go, why are you being so fierce..." The little girl scratched her head in grievance, standing shoulder to shoulder with An Shu. Just as they were about to step into the spatial rift, she looked at An Shu's profile and said something recklessly.

“Brother Anshu, your makeup today doesn’t look good. It makes you look less cute. Hmm, you look a little more like a boy.”

An Shu didn't actually wear much makeup; she just drew a pair of sword-like eyebrows, embellished her face shape, and tied her black hair up with a jade hairpin. Combined with her ancient costume, she looked somewhat androgynous, less delicate and more heroic. Overall, she looked more like a noble young master than a wealthy heiress.

The little girl shook her head, criticizing An Shu, and then, from the crack that was about to close, came her cry of pain, "Brother An Shu, don't pull my face!"

……

"Count Mezas! What do you think?"

"What's wrong, Knight Felix?"

"Oh dear, Your Excellency, you can just call me little Phyllis!" Phyllis covered her cheek with one hand and waved the other, looking very embarrassed.

"Okay, little Felicity, what is it?"

"Don't you feel that the mana here is more concentrated than outside?" With a hint of seriousness in his eyes, he waved his hand, gathering a small water sphere.

"What's wrong? Is it unexpected?"

"How could I not be surprised? Tell me, is Mr. Anshu some kind of god? To be able to create space is unheard of, and this so-called space... is practically another world, where life exists!"

As he spoke, he bent down and pulled a blade of grass from the ground to show Roswaal.

He had just used a minor wind spell to fly into the air, but he still couldn't see the whole scene. All he could see was an endless grassland with a huge tree standing tall, its height seemingly reaching the sky.

The crowd was distributed around that giant tree as the center.

I wanted to fly higher, but my strength was limited, and I was stopped by the security personnel, so I gave up.

"I suspect An Shujun looks down on immortals; at least that's what he said back then!"

"Huh? Is Mr. Anshu that arrogant?"

"They have the ability!"

“My Lord Earl, I’ve noticed that you seem to change your tone whenever Mr. Anshu is mentioned!”

"hehe."

Roswaal gave a wry smile and subconsciously touched the scar on his back, left from when An Shu slammed him into the ground.

"Phyllis!"

"Oh, it's Lady Crusch calling me! Count, I'll be going now!"

"It's alright, take it easy!" Roswaal waved his hand, indicating that he understood.

He picked up another sunflower seed and cracked it open, while the voice on the other end of the line grew fainter and fainter.

"Phyllis, what were you talking about with Count Mezas?"

"No, Lord Crusch, they were talking about Mr. Anshu!"

"Really? That's perfect! Mr. Anshu has just arrived; he's under the big tree. Let me show you!"

"Yay~ Lord Crusch is so kind to me!"

An Shujun has entered? Then the chef should be serving the dishes soon, right? Looks like it's time for me to take my seat too!

Roswaal stood up and patted the suit he had specially changed into for the day.

Just then, the large bell hanging under the giant tree was struck!

The deep, resonant sound of the bells echoed throughout the space, silencing the still somewhat noisy crowd.

The first dish of today's banquet can be served!

Chapter 120 What's Coming Will Come After All###

("Click! Crack!")

The two sounds were the chopsticks snapping in half and then being slammed onto the table.

"Miss Anastasia, here you go."

Julius, who was at the same table, thoughtfully handed her a new pair of chopsticks.

"Thank you!" she blurted out, clearly suppressing her anger.

“Miss Anastasia, I don’t know if I should say something.”

“Speak freely, Julius.”

"This is the third pair of chopsticks, Miss Anastasia. After all, it belongs to someone else's family..."

"Crack!"

His answer was a crisp breaking sound.

Well, another pair is ruined! He wisely shut up and handed over the new chopsticks.

This time, Anastasia didn't answer, but instead glared fiercely at Sima Weizhi, who was making faces at her from not far away.

Aren't you ashamed?

While accepting a toast from someone, An Shu took a moment to turn around. He was both amused and annoyed by the fact that his wife was doing this to him. He reached out and turned her face to face him, making her look directly at him.

"Chu~ Brother Anshu, be good, stop fooling around!" The little girl shook her head and shook off Anshu's hand, then leaned over and left a faint lip print on his face before ignoring him again.

Having no other option, An Shu could only smile and nod to Anastasia on her behalf as an apology.

Then he raised his glass, and another noble old man whose name he couldn't remember came over!

Anastasia tried to force herself not to look at her. She picked up a piece of food, but before she could put it in her mouth, she felt the other's provocative gaze and instantly lost her appetite.

"No, I'll go check it out! Julius!"

“Yes, Miss!” Julius replied with a sigh, not minding at all.

The war of women...

The two were not far apart, and without hesitation, she picked up a glass full of cider and walked over. "Brother Anshu, congratulations! You've married a 'virtuous wife and loving mother' like Sister Weizhi!"

The last four syllables are pronounced even lower, and are read out one syllable at a time!

An Shu expressed her understanding and politeness. Just as she was about to reply with her thanks, the little girl next to her stood up first, put her arm around An Shu, and smiled defiantly, "Of course! Thank you for your blessing, Miss Anastasia!"

However, I don't know if I haven't been hospitable enough. If Miss Anastasia has any complaints, please take them out on me, but don't make trouble for my chopsticks!

Also, I should be the older sister!

Seeing her face darken with anger, An Shu tactfully pulled the little girl down. "I'm sorry, Miss Anastasia, I'm sorry for causing you trouble!"

"It's alright, it's alright!" Hearing An Shu's formal apology, she quickly waved her hand and smiled, putting on a magnanimous appearance.

I toasted him again, then turned and left.

"Is it interesting?" After watching her leave, An Shu turned to look at the little girl and then grabbed her pretty face.

"Um, Brother Anshu, could you give me some face?"

"You still care about your pride? Weren't you ashamed just now?" Despite saying this, An Shu still let go of her hand.

"Hehe~ Anyway, I'm happy just seeing that guy's depressed look!"

"You two..." An Shu wanted to say something, but her words were interrupted by the next voice.

"Mizuki-chan! Mr. Anshu!"

"Hey! It's Emilia-chan!" The little girl didn't want to listen to An Shu's lecture, so she ran off to catch up with Emilia, who was wearing a trench coat.

"Mizuki-chan, you promised to have me as your bridesmaid, and I was all ready, but then you suddenly said the wedding should be simple..."

"hey-hey……"

An Shu listened to the conversation on the other end and her lips twitched. This was all her fault. She wanted to have a Chinese-style wedding, but the two of them had no elders and their hometowns were not in this area. A half-Japanese wedding would not have a priest to officiate, and a Western-style wedding would not have a priest or religious figure to guide them!

If they were to carry the bride in a sedan chair, with so many people around, it would probably take until dawn if they walked slowly.

Local weddings don't have many customs; they're simply a banquet for relatives and friends.

So bridesmaids and groomsmen were simply omitted.

However, judging from Emilia's tone, there was no blame, but rather a sense of relief.

After all, she was somewhat insecure about her appearance, as evidenced by the fact that she didn't take off the magical cloak that Roswaal had placed on her to obstruct her perception.

But where did Hitomi-chan and the two maids, who also have silver hair, go? We haven't seen them since we arrived. Did they go to sit on the outer edge?