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A few weeks later, Darq arrived with the suspiciously recharged stones, and Wolt set the wedding date to be a month from now. 

I had maintenance done on the carriage and gave my crew some time off to relax during that time. Sheraton wouldn't leave my side the entire time, but Ubir did take some time off.

The guys at CarriageZone gave me a weird look when I asked them for a thinner wheel that'll fit under the floorboard of the carriage. After our high high-speed with Darq, I prepared for potential road accidents. We didn't have space for a spare wheel in the back because of all the crap we were lugging. 

Sheraton, Ubir and I, sustained ourselves on dinnerables on our way here. We did not want to eat only cheese, ham, and crackers for another week straight, so I asked Darq for help. He's been on and off the battlefield for so long that he was probably the best person to ask.

"Thanks for reminding me! I brought MREs down for you. I wanted to give some before you left back at the Capitol, but you left so abruptly. Thanks for reminding me to give them to you." He grinned, and we walked to the back parking lot of Westboye's estate. He had several wagons parked back there. 

He rummaged in the back of one of the wagons and pulled out a cold crate marked, "MEALS - READY to EAT ! GIVE TO FEL!!" 

MRE's are a thing in this world?

"How did you get this idea?" I asked; he didn't strike me as the genius inventor type.

He nervously looked at Sheraton. Then back at me. I glanced over at Sheraton, but her face was as still as ever.

"It came to me in a dream! Yeah, I dreamt of bagged food one night!" he said as he looked at the food pack and scratched his chin.

"I had the mages help make some shelf-stable food for the battlefield. We have advanced food magic to the point where we can keep these shelf-stable for a month," he bragged while showing off one of the packs. 

Sheraton crossed her arms and nodded approvingly at the products.

"Food magic stones have come a long way. As long as we suck out the air from the bag, the food inside stays edible. They're not as good as a home-cooked meal, but it's better than crackers every day," he said as he showed off the different kinds.

Food magic stones? What is this bullshit? What does that even mean?

He said that we had to use a heat stone to heat the bag, open it, and eat the food once it was hot. He packed a few magic heat stones for us to use.

After we loaded a case of MREs into my carriage, it was time for me to meet with Wolt and Zen to see if they needed any help with wedding planning.

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"THE FLOWERS ARE THE WRONG COLOR!! I said Tropical Turquoise, not Tropical Splash," an angry Duke Westboye shouted at the florists. The older man and woman fell to their knees and trembled in fear.

I wasn't sure how to react and found myself locked in a continual smile.

"I apologize, Your Grace!! I w-will come b-back tomorrow with the Tropical Turquoise roses. I was the one at fault; please don't execute my wife!!" the middle-aged florist kept his head down as he groveled while his wife was in tears next to him.

"Your Grace! It was all my fault, not my husband. I picked the flower sample myself this morning. Please punish me if you must," pleaded the wife.

"I like both colors; it's ok…." Zen squeezed Wolt's hand.

"Zen. It's not the color. It's the principle. They are disrespecting you, my love. And they are disrespecting me by extension," he grumbled as he reached behind and took out a white whip.

Wait, what the hell? 

Zen looked down at the trembling couple, then back at his fiancee and white whip. He quickly reached behind, winded up his arm, and slapped Wolt's ass like it insulted his mother.

"AH..oh..?" Wolt looked down at his partner and licked his lips.

I think I'm going to throw up. 

"...there was an Asian Giant Hornet on your...behind," Zen glanced around, "oh, look at the beautiful table setting!" He pointed to a round table covered with a detailed lace tablecloth. Golden plates and utensils laid on top with forest green cloth napkins.

"Do you like the gold color, honey? Wait- WHO IS IN CHARGE OF TABLE SETTING??" Wolt started to yell, having lost his shit once again.

A stout young man meekly reluctantly answered, "...I-I-I a-am, Your Grace.."

"I specifically requested 14k gold, and this is 10k. I was specific because the 14k brings out Zen's carob mocha brown eye," he scolded the servant, then turned to Zen, "babe, you have such beautiful corneas."

"T-thank you, dear," Zen responded quietly, cheeks turned a bright tomato red.

Oh my god, is Zen actually in love with this psychopath? 

I initially thought that it was just a case of Stockholm syndrome, but it may just be true love. 

Wolt walked us around the venue to show off the decor and his abuse of power. I had to save a painter from Wolt's wrath because he used the wrong shade of brown for Zen's eyes. The baker had to dodge the whip because he didn't put enough icing on the cake or something stupid like that. He then got whipped for real because he dodged the first hit.

"COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Wolt yelled as he chased a small child. 

What now?!