When the Nemesis Eats the Wicked Woman

Episode 77: The Flower of Marriage

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Leaving behind a touching meeting with the people, we entered the most gorgeous wedding dressing room in the downtown area.

“Today is the day to customize the groom to the bride’s will, Your Majesty.”

“Maybe it’s the flower of marriage.”

After hearing the explanations from the maids in advance, I was looking forward to today… 

A deep impression from the event earlier still remained in my heart, so I did not have as much curiosity as before.

My mind was simply calm.

Therefore, right now, what the best ‘groom’s wedding look’ designer from Breathbridge was saying to me was very detrimental to my calm mental state.

“Please choose your husband’s underwear, Your Majesty.”

‘…What do you want me to choose? ……Me?!’

“…….”

The designer whispered to me, who was stiff in embarrassment.

“The underwear designs in this box have been proven by many brides.”

“……”

“There are also underwear imbued with magical powers that enhance stamina, so that the bed can be shattered without getting tired all night long…”

“……Stop!”

I replied in a trance.

“I’m fine.”

This ‘crazy country’ must be trying to do something else!

1 hour before—

Before she made me go crazy, my first meeting with this designer was pretty neat.

She ran a popular wedding shop in Breathbridge, and it was said that she was scouted by the Aktoum nobles with a huge down payment.

It was almost like the best outfit of an existing designer.

I heard that she boasted an unrivaled career to the extent that there were rumors that ‘all glamorous weddings in Aktoum go through Patricia’s hands.’

By the way… 

‘I don’t know about anything special?’

She even gave the impression of being a bit geeky.

As if to make up for her first impression, the first greeting I received from Patricia was a very fresh shock.

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“Welcome! Your Majesty the Queen and the ‘Groom’.
I’m Patricia Miseen, who will help you pick out the groom’s wedding look today.”

…Was she referring to Rixus as just the groom? What, but he’s a prince?!

“Yes.”

What was surprising was that Seryl, Laura, Maribel and even Rixus—

—No one cared.

Laura noticed my shock, so she whispered quietly so no one could hear.

“The only person that is treated the best in this dressing room is the bride.”

“……”

“The groom is just a custom subject.”

Choosing the groom’s clothes…… Why was the bride being treated?

When I was curious about the reason, Patricia kindly informed me.

“On wedding days in Aktoum, the groom must appear as the bride wants.
It is considered manners towards the bride, Your Majesty.”

Patricia smiled cheerfully with her slightly dimpled cheeks, then continued softly.

“The custom contains the promise of affectionate love: ‘I will try my best to be the husband my wife wants for the rest of my life.'”

Now I understood what the maids were saying.

From a woman’s point of view, would it feel like a ‘wedding flower’?

It was a day for men to suffer and women to be treated.

‘It means pretty well…?’

It sounded very romantic to try to live your life the way you wanted it to be.

It was said that if you get married, starting from where to squeeze the toothpaste would be a fight, but if you had that mindset, you wouldn’t even fight.
(TL/N: haha do you squeeze from the middle or from the end?)

“Originally, it would be right for me to go to the Imperial Palace with all my materials.
However, even if I prepare it the earliest, it will take more than a month.”

“…..…”

“It is an honor to have you visit in person in view of my circumstances, Your Majesty.”

In fact, it was her who let things slide.
We were the ones who wanted her to create a wedding look in a month.

With a smile, I said,

“You must have worked hard to prepare quickly.”

“No.
It was a lot of fun.”

Patricia smiled and winked.

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“I heard rumors that the groom is very handsome.”

“Hohoho!”

When Laura burst out laughing at Patricia’s words, the other maids also laughed.

A proud smile spread across my face.

‘Rixus is handsome.
He’s no one else but the male protagonist!’

Complimenting the groom’s appearance seemed to be a universal form of giving his wife shoulder pads.

Rixus was standing and looking at us awkwardly.

“….…”

He looked awkward like an alligator who mistakenly attended a ‘small and cute’ herbivore gathering across the country.

“Today, the groom has to change clothes as much as Your Majesty the Queen wants.”

Patricia finally spoke to Rixius.

“Please understand that if your taste is not respected as much today!”

Rixus shrugged, raising his palms as if he couldn’t do anything.

While Rixus went to the dressing room to change into his first outfit.

Patricia’s assistant led us to the plush sofa.

Then, freshly baked snacks, black tea and sweet cakes were served.

Chocolate in the shape of wedding shoes was placed on the cake.

‘It’s cute.’

I smiled quietly and drank the tea.

I finally realized that I was getting married.

“But what kind of clothes should I choose?”

Actually, I hadn’t gotten a good feel for it.

“It’s my first time choosing a wedding look…”

When I spoke as if I wasn’t confident, Patricia gave me a blunt hint.

“Your Majesty, there is only one criterion for choosing the groom’s clothes?”

“…What is that?”

“Choose clothes that make Your Majesty’s heart throb!”

‘Clothes that will make my heart race…? I don’t know if there are clothes like that.’

Sometimes my heart would react when Rixus cleaned up nicely.

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But since I have had that experience even if it was not a wedding look, it was rather dull.

‘He’d look good no matter what he wears.
I don’t have to choose carefully.’

While I was thinking such a leisurely thought, the portraits on the wall suddenly caught my eye.

All of them were men.
They were also very good-looking.

“…Patricia, what are those portraits?”

“Would you like to come closer and take a look?”

Patricia smiled as if she had noticed my curiosity and led me to the wall.

The first portrait was of a man with a mustache in traditional attire.

Although he was 24 years old, he was dressed in a dignified manner, hence he had a fresh and cute taste and excellent facial features.

His nose bridge especially.
It was a work of art.

‘He must have cut many women’s hearts.’

With that nose.

“Ah! Seryl knows.
‘Handsome’ Sir Merlingus!”

“The wedding hall was buzzing.
The groom is really handsome.”

“…The portrait captured the real thing as it was…”

The maids supplemented each others’ words.

I contemplated how handsome he must have been to have ‘Handsome’ in front of his name like an alias.

But the mustache was not to my liking.

Patricia declared,

“These three, from our dressing room, were chosen as the ‘Handsome Grooms of All Time’!”

“……Yes?”

Her cheeks were hollowed out with a proud smile.

“This is the pride of our dressing room.”

“….…”

I guess it was a system where they get more handsome as I proceed to the side.

This man was third.

I walked right next to Patricia’s guidance.

The next man gave off a distinguished scholarly impression with his mellow, deep emerald eyes.

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I could somewhat see a hint of stubbornness in the gentle-looking eyes.

‘I feel like I know a man who feels this way…?’

Three seconds after I had this thought, a face came to mind.

‘Oh, it feels like Johann.’

“Ahhhh…! He’s a very intelligent person.
The Count of Fellsington!”

“He’s close to my ideal type.”

“…For some reason, looking into his eyes makes me want to read a book.
His nobility, I could feel it…”

It was Laura who said he was close to her ideal type, but Maribel’s face turned red.
Surprisingly, it seemed that Maribel had this sort of taste.

His image was enhanced by a black, quiet jacket.

However, it wasn’t particularly my cup of tea because of the mild eyes.

If I had to disclose my taste, it would be a rather mean, cold-looking man.
Of course, his personality should not be bad, and his smiling face should be pretty.

‘… Hmm, so far, all of them will be crushed by Rixus, even if he wears baggy clothes.’

My standards must be too high.

Even if I looked at a handsome man who was quite noticeable, I was not impressed.

However……

“…Who is this man?”

There was a man who opened my eyes, which have not been affected thus far, and he was the number one.

He had brown hair that was curly like a poodle’s, and bright, light green eyes.

And— he was smiling broadly.

“Kyaaaah! So cute! ‘Archangel’ Baron Seymour!”

“…That’s a really lovely smile.”

“I actually saw it, and I wanted to bite him…?”

He was wearing a fresh tuxedo in pink tones.

It was a wedding look that further enhanced the freshness and vitality of a 20-year-old.

‘It’s really harmless cuteness.’

‘Doesn’t ‘cuteness’ crush all tastes?’

Just like almost every girl likes cute baby puppies.

This 20-year-old new groom had such a charm.