Black Sail

When the two returned to the banquet,

"Who is the groom for tomorrow’s wedding? I asked the servants to prepare in advance to get ready for the ceremony," Taylor asked, a banquet indeed needed to be held within the estate to dispel the somber atmosphere.

Claude’s expression was somewhat embarrassed, but he still nodded to Taylor.

He had prepared all the work already, the location had been chosen to be at a tavern in the Inner City; he didn’t mind either way, but to provide a better experience for his wife, holding it in the estate wasn’t a bad thing, and it was safer, too.

The ceremony was to be quite simple the following day, January 7, belonging to Caroso, one of the thirteen Holy Spirits, the god of love, who would act as the officiant to contract the marriage. Musicians would be invited to play music, friends and relatives would give their blessings, and then a grand feast would be held, with many guests in attendance, for a joyous day, and all would be well.

But the ceremony lacked its most important part: the bride’s father, or at least an elder from the bride’s family, should hand over the bride to Claude.

However, this condition was clearly unrealistic—the coffee shop’s proprietor had no relatives, having been under the protection of the Black Sail for years.

Thus, the glorious and arduous task fell upon Fen.

Liszt had been reluctant to come forward out of concern for creating a rift with Claude, not wanting him to feel beholden.

"Is there going to be a cake at the wedding?" Fafna asked with her mouth full of seafood, still chewing furiously, her words somewhat unclear.

"Cake, cake, always cake—if you shout one more time I’ll bake you up and eat you," Morison teased the child, his preferred method always being threats.