The Strongest Daughter-In-Law Of The Black Lion Family [EN]: Chapter 59

#59.

It seemed Hebel had received an invitation as well. They usually didn’t venture outside Hebel, but it appeared they attended for the sake of reconciliation.

As Heathcliff casually passed by them, someone around his age wearing a hood flinched and lowered their head.

A few strands of pink hair, not fully tucked in, peeked out. They were a subtly luminous color, as delicate as if they would vanish with a touch.

Judging by the complete lack of pheromones, they were definitely one of Hebel’s kind.

Hearthcliff found himself staring intently at them when Rudy, who was walking ahead, called out to him.

“Young Master, this way.”

“Alright.”

Heathcliff soon lost interest and moved on, not knowing why he had stared at the child so intently.

* * *

I took a deep breath, glancing around at the crowd. It was more bustling than I had expected.

There were quite a few clans I hadn’t seen in Hebel. Most were other clans residing in the south or families who had formed alliances with Jabishi.

It was the first time I had seen so many other clans wandering around Jabishi Castle. I was marveling at the sight when Jerakiel came to fetch me.

“The ceremony is starting now.”

He had arranged to enter at the same time as me, out of consideration for my lack of family.

“Ah, okay.”

As I awkwardly stood up, he reached out his hand, worried I might trip over the long dress.

“Careful.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Jerakiel grinned and led me away. Ever since our heartfelt conversation in the secret garden that day, something had changed between us.

You could say a kind of camaraderie had formed.

He was still the same crazy Black Lion, but there was definitely something different about him. For example…

“Now we can use the same room again. It’s been lonely without you.”

“If you try to feed me and roll me around like before, I’m running away.”

As I growled, recalling the past, he blushed and replied,

“Those were good times.”

“What?”

“But I won’t do that anymore.”

“……”

“So, I won’t suggest we use separate rooms.”

“Huh?”

“Promise.”

Jerakiel stuck out his pinky finger with a grin. His reaction was surprisingly docile, considering I expected him to say, ‘I don’t want to.’

He used to roll even a well-fed ferret around every day for his amusement. But now, he was smiling so sweetly and asking me to promise.

It was something I had never imagined in this ferret life.

I guess it’s all about picking the right side?

Having the Black Lion as an ally made me feel like I had nothing to fear.

“Hurry.”

Jerakiel, who insisted on linking pinkies and even stamping it with a copy, led me away with a cheerful expression.

He might be this docile now, but there was still a chance he could make a crazy decision at a crucial moment… but this kind of relationship didn’t seem too bad either.

Before I knew it, we had arrived at the beginning of the aisle. The voices of the people who had come to congratulate us abruptly quieted down. At the same time, the orchestra’s music resounded loudly.

I slowly walked down the aisle as Jerakiel led me. I never thought I would be walking down the aisle at this age, but what could I do?

If a weak ferret wanted to survive in this dog-eat-dog world, it had to ride on the back of a lion.

Zachary and Rachel were sitting in the front row of the family section.

And behind Rachel were her father, Wilhelm, and her fiancé, the fox beastkin, Erhard Rodin.

Wilhelm’s face was very bright as he brought Erhard to show off to Zachary. In contrast, Zachary seemed very bothered by the man sitting behind him.

‘A love triangle at my wedding…’

Unlike my plan, Zachary was holding out too well, which was troublesome. I never expected that act to continue until my wedding day…

I was pondering how things had come to this when Jerakiel pulled me closer.

“Where are you looking?”

“Ah.”

“The only place you should be looking is here.”

Jerakiel pointed to himself, looking displeased. He meant I shouldn’t be distracted during the procession.

I was about to apologize when he spoke.

“You should be looking at me.”

“……”

“It would be a problem if you were distracted from the very first day of our marriage.”

“I was just looking.”

“Anyway.”

Jerakiel shrugged and leaned in, whispering in my ear,

“It feels like I’m the only one looking at you.”

“……”

“Well, that’s not so bad either.”

Jerakiel finished speaking and grinned, keeping his distance.

What on earth did he eat?

I must have given him great comfort. Otherwise, there’s no way the Black Lion would be wagging his tail like a puppy.

‘Am I really going to end up commanding the Black Lion?’

It felt like he would hunt down anyone I pointed at with my paw. In the past, he would have just watched me get beaten up.

My face flushed thanks to Jerakiel’s surprisingly enthusiastic reaction today.

I coughed, touching my face, which must have turned as red as a carrot.

* * *

The wedding ended, and the reception began. After going around and greeting all the beastkins I barely knew, I was completely exhausted.

I collapsed at the table, panting. Meanwhile, Jerakiel, who had filled a plate with food, handed it to me.

“Eat.”

“Ugh… thank you.”

I struggled to sit up and picked up a fork. Just as I was patting my full stomach after emptying the plate like a warrior,

“How can you eat so much?”

“I’m just relaxed now. I haven’t been able to eat anything since morning.”

“Should I get you more?”

“I’d be grateful!”

I waved him off, and Jerakiel got up without complaint.

I shouted at his retreating back,

“Oh, right! Lots of pineapple!”

Unbeknownst to me, the guests were in shock at this sight.

* * *

“Did you see that?”

“I can’t believe what I just saw. Ordering the Black Lion around.”

“So, the rumors were true? The rumor that the white ferret has the Black Lion’s weakness.”

The guests couldn’t believe what they had just witnessed and whispered among themselves. A wedding between a white ferret and a Black Lion, no less.

They naturally assumed the white ferret was being threatened and intimidated, but instead, they seemed used to bossing the Black Lion around.

And the most surprising thing was.

“Need anything else?”

“I think I’m thirsty.”

“Okay.”

That the Black Lion was listening to everything she said. And doing it himself, without relying on his subordinates.

What kind of beastkin was Jerakiel Rune Jabishi? Wasn’t he a well-known madman in the south?

Already, about half of the guests here had the bitter experience of witnessing Jerakiel beat their sons to a pulp.

An uncontrollable, powerful madman.

That was the phrase used to describe Jerakiel. But now, a being had appeared who could make him so docile!

“Could it be that she’s not a white ferret?”

“No. A friend of mine met Jabishi’s little master in Hebel during the last conference, and he said he was carrying that white ferret around in his front pocket with the utmost care.”

“Hiiiik! So, does that mean that white ferret is really higher in rank than Jabishi’s little master?”

It was a rumor that seemed somewhat exaggerated, but it was difficult to know the truth unless you were one of the people involved.

At that moment, Rudy, who had been quietly watching the fuss, whispered to Heathcliff.

“Do you think she really has some kind of weakness?”

“I don’t think so.”

“How can you be so sure? Do you have any idea what it could be?”

Rudy blinked and asked, and Heathcliff replied calmly, with a very serious expression.

“You could say it’s the power of love.”

“?”

What the hell are you talking about?