Chapter 919 919 Count Ara
The first person to approach Wolfe was a Rank Four mage, a burly man with a striking similarity to the twin boys who were seated under the tree next to them.
“You must be Count Ara. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am serving as chaperone for the Lady Mora, who seems quite smitten with your twin sons.” Wolfe greeted the man.
The Count sighed as he looked at them having fun and not paying any attention to what was happening around them.
“Did they make their usual pitch? They’ve been trying to share a wife since they found out what wives were all about.” The Count chuckled.
Wolfe shook his head. “They were quite reserved. But when I noticed that the Lady might be interested in such an arrangement, I gave them a little push in the right direction. I don’t suppose that you have any objections to the adopted daughter of a Baron? She is still noble both by birth and blood, though she’s not a strong magic user. At least not yet.”
“For my troublesome fourth and fifth sons? If we can keep them from doing anything to embarrass themselves in public, it’s a good day. I’ve already got three daughters married off to good families for alliances, and four possible heirs to the family name from my oldest son, so who they marry is less important than that they marry.”
The two watched the trio in silence for a moment before the boys noticed their father sitting with Wolfe, and their faces lit up with joy. They stood to greet him, and Wolfe lowered the soundproof barrier.
“The spell is down. We can hear what you’re saying now.” He informed the twins.
“Father, We would like you to meet Lady Alessia Mora, who we have asked to be our bride, contingent on the consent of our families.”
The Lady in question was still blushing bright red at the thought, but her face held determination that she was going to make this happen.
“Well boys, I must say, I approve. She is a proper noble, willing, not entering the marriage due to a bribe, and not of poor character. Once I have the permission of her family, I will arrange the wedding.” The Count announced.
Wolfe cleared his throat to get their attention. “The Butler here is her cousin on the Baron’s side, and he has the necessary documents for family permission. I don’t see him declining your proposal.”
The two boys barely resisted the urge to high five each other, and instead pulled their betrothed into a group hug.
Once the butler noticed the change in events, he hurried back over, and was quickly pulled into an embrace by the much larger Count Ara.
“It looks like our young charges are very much of the same mind on marriage. I trust that you don’t have too many objections to the unusual situation?” The Count asked.
“Certainly not. This is a joyous occasion, and with the Countess’ permission, we really should make a formal announcement.” The butler agreed.
“Wedding gifts are in order as well. I know a wonderful wedding dress designer.” Wolfe agreed.
The Count and the butler both smiled at each other, and began to escort the overjoyed youths toward the front of the party.
“How long does it take to organize a wedding?” Wolfe asked Count Ara as the older man beamed with pride at his boys.
“For minor Nobles like this? It’s normally an informal ceremony at city hall followed by a series of parties. Major wedding celebrations are reserved for the Upper Nobility, who wouldn’t look bad if they were seen blowing extravagant amounts of money.
Her family is not wealthy, I do business with them. Mine is in better shape than the Countess Dewinter’s Family appeared to be until today, but we’re still not in a great spot.
We have lost too many men in the more recent battles of the Demon Realm, and it has left us short on skilled tradesmen.”
That actually explained a lot. Wolfe knew that they had been taking heavy casualties in their attacks on the Demon Realms for some time, but he hadn’t quite correlated it to the people he was seeing now, and the large gap between the more powerful Nobles and the lesser Nobles under them.
There were very few Rank Two and Rank Three magic users here. It was all Rank One or Rank Four and five.
“In that case, we could likely start the party today if the Countess Dewinter doesn’t object. Everyone is here anyhow, and would you really want to have to host this many people on your own?” Wolfe suggested.
The whole group of Nobles laughed. “We are only from the other side of town a few hours, but if we got fifty people to show up to a wedding party for the fourth and fifth sons, who took jobs as household guards, it would be surprising.
They are my sons, but they are not powerful, and not set to inherit anything. Wedding parties are all about close friends and politics.”
“In that case, the wedding dress idea is a bit improper, I suppose. They’re a tradition where I come from. But we should have them all change before the announcement. If you don’t mind, I will steal all three and have my assistant help with the change of outfits.” Wolfe suggested.
“That would be wonderful. There is a changing room just there by the pool. Which one might be your assistant?” The butler asked.
“The small black cat. She will be with us presently.”
Now the group was really confused, but when Stephanie jumped up on Wolfe’s shoulder, everyone assumed that it was just a personality quirk of the Saint, and that he liked having the cat around.
“Lady Mora, please take the left with Stephanie and prepare to change clothes. Sirs Ara and Ara, you are with me on the right.”
They stepped into the change room, and Wolfe sent a message to Stephanie. [Do you mind creating a pair of formal tuxedos for me in here to match the twins? High quality physical ones, and I will put on a show of enchanting them for the boys as a gift.
Then you can do a new dress for the lady, the fancy bits are an armour spell I gave her.]
[Got it. Here you go.]
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