Ellie Miller returned to the reception hall with The Flower Pixie.
Unexpectedly, the Duke and The Elven King got along well, one was courteous, and the other was a gracious host.
The two outstanding men simultaneously stood to greet their 'wife'/fiancée as she entered.
Artor wrapped his arm around Ellie Miller's shoulder.
The Elven King, Feshenanki, gently cradled the petite Flower Pixie in his hand as if she were a treasure, tenderly leaning in to kiss her.
Artor slowly gazed at Ellie Miller, his eyes lingering on her face.
Ellie Miller declined with her eyes: Don't even think about it.
The Flower Pixie lay bonelessly on the dignified Elven King's shoulder, really resembling a bewitching consort causing chaos in court.
"Dear, sister has something to discuss with you~"
Ellie Miller: "..." Honestly, the two of you are both immortals, is your combined age not over a thousand years?
Doesn't this "sister" title cause you any psychological pressure?
