I, the Female Lead, Ruined the Original Chapter 144

On the wedding day, living up to everyone’s expectations, the couple’s ceremony unfolded with an extravagance beyond imagination.

 

“Wow, that wedding cake… is six tiers? I’m pretty sure at the last imperial wedding, it was only… Ahem.”

 

“Magic really is amazing. Those bubbles and fireworks—they’re all illusions, right?”

 

“Is that drink cart in the back sponsored by the Benichi Salon?”

 

“Did you see the wine? They’ve stocked it with Hampgonyu wine. That stuff’s only sold to Benichi’s exclusive customers, right? But is it okay in this heat?”

 

“I heard there’s a magical refrigerator for wine used only by Benichi Salon and a few shops.”

 

“Alfi, let’s sneak over and try some before our parents notice. They say it’s mixed with soda water, so it’s not even like real alcohol. Just a bit tangy.”

 

“Hey—isn’t that the bartender from the Arnem Hotel? Looks like he’s making cocktails on the spot!”

 

“I heard today’s groom and bride are martini lovers. They say they often visit the bar at the Arnem Hotel.”

 

The lavish wealth of House Elard, the resourcefulness of the Elard Merchant Guild, bolstered by the support of the bride’s best friend’s guild, Benichi, and the excitement of guests who got to experience teleportation scrolls for the first time—All these, combined with a sea of joyful well-wishers, ensured that not a single detail failed to shine at the wedding. Even the bridesmaids were a hot topic.

 

“Huh? Isn’t that Lady Glen? Hasn’t it been nearly three years?”

 

“I think this is her first appearance since the Harvest Festival three years ago… Though, can we still call her a lady…?”

 

“Why not? Look, there’s Duke Glen and his heir. They look like they’re dying to rush over to her but are holding back. Honestly, I thought the duke and his heir wouldn’t even be invited because of the whole drama with Lady Glen.”

 

“Seems like the second daughter wasn’t invited. But who’s that big guy next to her?”

 

“Oh gosh, don’t you recognize the Golden Wolf of Gillosen? He’s the grand duke’s son.”

 

“Wait, isn’t he the ‘Mad Dog’?”

 

“Rumors say so… But in front of Lady Glen, he’s like a sweet little puppy.”

 

The center of attention was none other than Rosalie, Lady Glen—a former socialite swan and darling of noble bachelors. Two and a half years ago, it had been revealed that she was adopted, just as a hidden daughter of House Glen debuted in society. Rosalie, involved in an unknown drama within her house, had vanished soon after. Now, after a long time abroad, she had returned to celebrate Lady Elard’s wedding—making a statement by bringing the heir of Gillosen Principality with her.

 

The tall, dirty-blond man towered over Rosalie and watched her with the eyes of a man utterly enamored. The rumor mill exploded with theories about their relationship, whether Rosalie was truly returning to Nepelsian, and what her next move might be.

 

“Oh, that lovely light-brown-haired lady… I know her.”

 

“Isn’t she a priestess? The one who was reinstated after the fall of the saintess?”

 

“No, I believe she returned to secular life even before that. Rumors had her in talks of marriage with Margrave Gotenfrid.”

 

“She was still in the capital? I thought she had gone somewhere.”

 

Yes. Not only was she in the capital, but she’d also been running a full-blown water-selling business in the marketplace.

 

Honestly, get a grip, you f*cking nosy little vultures. Overwhelmed by the attention, Agnesia muttered curses under her breath, trying not to break a sweat. Though her usual disguise—glasses and plain clothes—allowed her to blend in among commoners, enduring the piercing gazes of nobles was a whole different ordeal. Her delicate looks, which made even her discomforted expression seem tragically beautiful, made her predicament all the more absurd.

 

“I knew this would happen… Should’ve worn the disguise glasses, damn it…”

 

“Enjoy it, Boss. No one will recognize you since you usually wear glasses anyway, so what’s the big deal?”

 

“…How did you manage to hide your face all this time when you love attention so much?”

 

“How was I supposed to know that popularity without threats would be so sweet?”

 

Agnesia rolled her eyes at Michi, who pretended not to notice the dreamy stares of men around her while striking a seductive pose. She’s acting like she owns the place. Thank goodness Lea’s brothers assigned her some bodyguards…

 

“Guys, the ceremony’s about to start. Should we go check on Lea?” Doloret, dressed in a bridesmaid gown but still busy supervising staff, approached them.

 

By now, the warm early spring sun had softened, and it was nearly time for the late-afternoon ceremony.

 

“Now entering, the groom of today’s wedding—the fifth little sun of Nepelsian, the master of Magic Tower, Duke of Ansi, and Count of Riishuryung: Rakrensius Colendor Ansi Nepelsian!”

 

As the marching tune played by a band dispatched from the imperial palace signaled his entrance, all eyes turned toward the aisle.

 

When Rakrensius appeared under the intense spotlight of attention, every guest’s eyes widened. Normally, he denied his imperial identity by showing up at official events wearing nothing but his wizard’s robe. Even the last time he wore formal imperial attire was three years ago, during his debut in noble society. Though his appearance had left a strong impression that day, most had long dismissed it as an illusion.

 

“Ah, no wonder Lady Elard fell for him at first sight and pursued him.”

 

“Why does he always hide that handsome face?”

 

“Lady Elard will get to see that face every day now, I’m so jealous…”

 

“In terms of Look, the fifth prince definitely beats the crown pr—Oops, right. There, the imperial family is here too.”

 

“That’s just your taste, isn’t it? I think the crown prince looks much more dashing.”

 

Though the ceremony was held at Duke Elard’s estate, it was still technically an imperial wedding—thus an imperial affair. Having no choice but to wear his formal uniform, Rakrensius stunned the crowd once again, reminding them of the beauty that once set the nobility abuzz.

 

[It seems your efforts to manage your appearance with potions and various folk remedies for a month have paid off. You didn’t want to embarrass Selleana after all…]

 

No one noticed, but one non-human being also attended to bless the union. Not in the audience—but right on the groom’s lapel. Di, the magical sword who had raised Rakrensius and claimed to be the matchmaker between the two, had shrunk into a brooch and pinned himself onto his coat without even asking.

 

[Even those scruffy wizards you brought look dashing and proper when dressed up like that.]

 

As Rakrensius stepped onto the flower-adorned platform, Di began commenting on everything. The first thing that caught its attention was the line of wizards from Magic Tower, including Eddie, standing off to one side. Unlike Selleana, who had plenty of friends to act as bridesmaids, Rakrensius had no real friends aside from Di, so the wizards had to step in as his groomsmen. Of course, that wasn’t his idea at all. The whole setup matched Selleana’s ideal vision of a wedding, and she was the one who enlisted them.

 

“I can’t believe they’re actually getting married. Guess their public flirting’s official now…”

 

“Even without overtime pay, of course I’d come. But their honeymoon better last at least three months.”

 

“Only Lady Selleana could make this happen. Not only did she take our boss off our hands, she’s also buying us a long vacation…”

 

The wizards’ comments veered into strange territory, but Rakrensius didn’t care. As long as this ceremony brought joy to Selleana—whose happiness meant everything to him—that was enough.

 

As he took it all in, Selleana’s four close friends and the flower children, chosen from Elard’s extended family, made their entrance. And finally—

 

“Now entering, the bride of today’s wedding—third child and first daughter of Victor and Teresa Elard, the 57th descendant of House Elard: Selleana!”

 

The true star of the day—his angel, the one for whom all this was done, appeared to become his wife.