“So.” A deep sense of anger and frustration was etched on Edora’s face as she cut off Phante’s explanation. Any observer could easily tell that she was trying to calm her seething anger. “This was all for me, huh?” 

Phante had laid out the various baskets of ‘goods’ in front of Edora. Each basket was large enough to hold Edora and then some, carrying piles of ‘goods’ within them. They were the materials for the dress she half-jokingly stated to her mother in private. 

‘Is this guy crazy…? Who the hell takes that seriously?!’

All the things Phante brought back were, at one time, from terrifying existences. The thick branches of the divine cedar wood, the spinnerets of the Arachne, the pearls from the giant black clam located in the deep waters of the Sea of Death… Fine. This much could be understood as gathering materials. However, the triple-headed ogre’s eyeballs…or the desert worm’s thorny slime… These were not things that anyone would consider appropriate to create a beautiful wedding dress!

‘Well, if this guy had that much common sense, he wouldn’t have acted like this in the first place… Ugh.’

Phante, who had no common sense to begin with, had no way of knowing that Edora had been joking with her mother. Having lived...