When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#152 - I owe you a wedding

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"You lowly, unclean wretches, a knight is coming, get out of the way!"

Under the gloomy sky, three or five servants lashed out with their whips, driving away the refugees who couldn't get out of the road in time.

Whip marks, some half an inch deep, oozed with blood and flesh. The unlucky ones' families cried out, dragging them to the side amidst the stench of blood.

The leading knight bore the banner of Duke Kush. His face was hidden beneath a bird-beaked helmet.

This must be the vassal whom Hoen and Sisi had seen leading the team to support Jeanneburg the day before, probably a baron or an earl.

Reaching the entrance of the camp, some farmers and farmwives who were decorating the fence with wildflowers quickly dodged out of the way, not daring to approach.

Only Gills, carrying a small basket, forced herself to smile as she walked up, suppressing her fear: "Welcome, esteemed Knight."

The knight stopped his horse, silent, looking at Gills through the narrow slit of his visor.

"This is for you." With a smile on her face, Gills swallowed hard and took two pieces of malt sugar wrapped in hemp paper from her small basket, handing them to the knight. "His Grace asked us to give every guest a gift, saying it's a 'wedding candy'."

The knight remained expressionless, sitting upright on his horse, not even glancing at Gills.

Gills' outstretched hand froze awkwardly in mid-air until a foot soldier beside the knight stepped forward and coldly took the two pieces of malt sugar.

"How should the Duke's gift be delivered?" The knight’s complex grammar and particles confused Gills. She stood there blankly, not understanding what the knight was saying.

The knight's impatience became more and more obvious. He even drew his whip as if to lash Gills with it.

The surrounding farmers and farmwives retreated far away, afraid of Gills' blood splattering on them.

Fortunately, Madelaine arrived in time. He glanced at the knight on horseback: "His Grace is inside, you can follow me."

"No need, I have other matters." Amidst the warhorse's disdainful snorts, the knight finally spoke faintly, "Alleanpsis, you take it."

A man with an obviously villainous look and a face full of橫肉 stepped out.

Madelaine sized up the knight, said nothing, and led the servant towards the camp.

The knight, who had not taken off his mask the whole time, immediately turned and left, as if he didn't want to stay here for even a moment.

"Lord, this malt sugar..." Seeing the camp gradually receding, the attendant knight carrying the malt sugar caught up.

"Pui!"

The knight spat a mouthful of green phlegm directly onto the amber-like malt sugar: "Lowly, unclean wretches, if it weren't for the Duke, waiting for those secret troops to arrive... Humph!"

............

Today, the refugee camp was filled with a joyful atmosphere. Even the poorest refugees and commoners would find a wildflower or a clean, colored cloth to hang under the eaves or on a tree.

From inside the camp all the way to the wooden platform in the square, colorful flags fluttered everywhere.

On top of the wooden platform, a simple Misella altar was set up. Hoen stood on the altar, frantically memorizing the damn prayer.

He would appear as the officiant. Madelaine, meanwhile, was checking Grampin’s attire.

This noble dress looked very upright on Grampin, but it had a strange sense of comicality.

Perhaps Grampin’s clownish professionalism was kicking in.

In a small house near the Papal Palace, the women surrounded Diya, choosing accessories and flowers for her, trying one flower crown after another on Diya's head.

"Diya, you look so beautiful now," Jeanne couldn't help but praise as she placed the pure white flower crown on Diya's head.

"Thank you, Jeanne."

"Diya, how are you feeling right now?"

"I'm used to divination, and I'm best at describing indescribable things." Diya reached out and touched Jeanne's face. "But I can't describe how I feel right now."

"Actually, I've never imagined what marriage would be like before," Jeanne said, hugging Diya's arm as she sat beside her.

"Why not?"

"Because I wanted to be a ranger knight, wandering around and doing good deeds. But later, I didn't want to be a ranger knight anymore.

I wanted to find a place to live in seclusion with my brother for the rest of my life. That's when I fantasized about what a wedding would be like."

"What about now?"

"I don't know." Jeanne hesitated for a moment. "Diya, do you think Hoen really likes me?"

"Your Grace, Your Grace should like you. Your Grace, as the Holy Grandson, is kind to everyone..."

"What if my brother is going to marry me?"

"Really? By the Holy Father, that's great."

Jeanne didn't speak, but hugged Diya's arm tighter.

Diya couldn't see Jeanne's expression, but in the darkness before her, she could see more.

She reached out and hugged Jeanne: "My little Jeanne, some things, when the time comes, you will know."

After a long silence, Jeanne raised her head again and smiled:

"Alright, you're the star of today, Diya. Let's get ready, we can go out."

According to Thousand River Valley custom, the wedding should be at the morning Chen Scripture time (8:30 AM). It's about 8 o'clock now.

But the people of the Empire have never had a sense of time, so it's about right.

"Dear believers, we gather today before Misella to witness the union of two souls, our Archbishop Grampin, and his wife Diya.

Now, play the music, please let the bride Diya come out."

At this moment, a melodious music sounded.

According to custom, civilian weddings do not require rings, but directly cut a Denar silver coin in half, half for the bride, and half left in the hands of the groom.

Standing on the wooden platform, Grampin licked his lips nervously, sweat already soaking the Denar silver coin in his hand.

In the sound of flute and lute, Diya appeared in everyone's sight. On both sides of the road, Gills and Fultseva each threw wildflowers to pave the way.

Jeanne gently held Diya's elbow, while Diya held flowers and walked slowly from the end of the crowd.

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Grampin took a step forward subconsciously, almost falling, but fortunately Hoen was on the side and reached out to support him.

Diya was wearing a white dress, and the two legs that had been withered by the witch disease were covered by the long skirt, and a blue silk ribbon was tied around her shoulders.

For nobles, the bride's dress is mainly blue, but farmers don't have this condition, and often simply wear a blue cloth.

As Diya got closer and closer to the wooden platform, Grampin's nervousness became less and less, and he even smiled relaxedly.

Hoen, who was with Grampin, was different. When he saw Jeanne getting closer and closer, he began to feel nervous.

Diya's footsteps suddenly stopped. Jeanne thought she had walked too much and didn't have the strength, so she quickly asked, "What's wrong? Let me hold you..."

"No need, just hold my hand."

"If you can't walk, be sure to tell me."

"..."

"Diya?"

The petals of yellow rosemary suddenly trembled, and a drop of bright red blood rolled down from the petals and fell on the white dress.

"Diya!"

Two streaks of blood slowly fell from the corners of Diya's eyes, slid across her cheeks, and fell on the petals and the snow-white dress.

"Ah! Ah--"

Diya trembled all over. She clenched the flowers in her right hand tightly, raised them high to prevent blood from falling on them, and covered her face with the other hand, as if she didn't want others to see her ugliness.

Her muscles twitched, her calves trembled constantly, and her whole body suddenly swayed.

"Diya, Diya." Seeing this familiar scene, Grampin couldn't care so much. He hurried forward in a panic, jumped off the wooden platform, and fell on his face.

Without time to feel the pain, he got up again, ran to Diya's side, and massaged her arms and temples for her.

"Smelling salts, quickly, use smelling salts!"

Running down from the stairs of the wooden platform, Hoen hurriedly took out smelling salts from his waist and handed them to Grampin.

Sisi shouted to the side: "Ceci, where is she? Come here quickly!"

Ceci squeezed out of the crowd in a sweat, and the ten households and hundred households immediately drew out rattan sticks and asked the crowd to make way.

Grampin picked up Diya, Jeanne supported her head, Hoen led the way, and took the couple to a nearby thatched house.

The wedding was naturally unable to continue after this accident. Under the high-pressure scolding of the ten households and hundred households, the refugees' whispers gradually stopped, and they dispersed.

After this incident, Hoen could not leave, so he waited with Jeanne and Madelaine and others outside the wooden house. From noon to evening, Grampin walked out of the room numbly.

"Your Grace, Diya, Diya wants to say a few words to you." Grampin's voice could not suppress the vicissitudes of life.

"It's okay." Hoen squeezed Jeanne's palm and said to her, and then followed Grampin into the house.

"Your Grace, are you here?"

"I'm here." Hoen sat on the bed, "Diya, take good care of your body, hold on first, when we get to the Swamp Town, I will ask the Great Wizard to treat you for the sequelae of the witch disease, and then, I will give you..."

"They're here."

"They... what they, what are you talking about?"

"I don't know who they are either." A bitter smile appeared on Diya's pale face, and her voice was weaker than ever before, "Some monks used blessings to block my divination, cough cough, I can't see clearly."

"What does what you see look like, can you tell me?"

After a long silence, Diya's faint voice sounded again:

"Your Grace, they're here."