It wasn’t just Baal and Metatron who were shocked. Bustle, bustle. Clamor, clamor. The wedding ceremony instantly turned into chaos. 

“W-What’s this?”

“What’s going on?”

“Exactly. That’s what I want to ask.”

Jörmungandr had a dumbfounded expression. He’d had a feeling Fenrir might be up to something since he hadn’t seen him in a while…but to think he’d create this big a problem! Jörmungandr wanted to hide in a hole. He also wanted to shut his ears, but his damned perception senses didn’t miss what the guests were muttering among themselves. 

“Huh! Disrupting an event of Arthia and the One-horned tribe! What are they thinking?’

‘They’re probably not thinking at all.’

“But isn’t that Agares and Fenrir?”

‘Please don’t recognize them…’

“They’re not just anyone, but they’re well-known transcendents…! Was there some secret negotiation we don’t know about with this wedding and Arthia and the One-horned? Something that could potentially affect the entire Tower…?”

‘They’re just fools who don’t think…’

The murmuring guests were starting...