"Titus," a crisp voice spoke just then.


    Titus turned just then to find Sif Lionheart striding toward him in a white dress. "You''re here too, Sif?"


    "Of course. It''s my dear brother''s wedding." She grinned from ear to ear. "And speaking of brothers,


    Ehud can''t make it because he''s training, but he sends his congrattions."


    He then took out a chest from her car and passed it to Titus. "Here. It''s a Hyperion Root I bought for


    Ehud. It was too young when I bought it, but Hundred Bane Sect''s had a method which quickened its


    growth, and now Ehud is giving it off to you for your big day."


    "Hahaha. Thanks." Titusughed as he took the chest.


    "Huh?"


    Sif unwittingly spotted a familiar face among the Turnbulls just then and snapped under her breath,


    "Frank Lawrence?! What is he doing here?!"


    "What?" Titus eximed in surprise. "You know him, Sif?"


    "That''s an understatement." Sif snorted and told Titus about the grudge between herself and Frank.


    Titus scowled and growled through his teeth. "He''s been messing with us Lionhearts at every turn. We


    will kill where we stand once we have a chance!"


    "Exactly." Sif sneered savagely. "And Ehud just happened to give me a treasure from Volsung Sect. Not


    even Ascendant ranks would survive it. He will die for messing with my ns twice!"


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    "Good."


    Titus nodded, and smirked at Frank from a distance, who was just standing there without a care. "I''ll


    have him kneeling before me, begging! Once this wedding is done, he''ll know what it means to mess


    with the Lionhearts!"


    However, while Titus and Sif were busy conversing, Aesop was frowning.


    "Postpone the wedding?" he asked incredulously. "What''s that supposed to mean, Mr. Turnbull?"


    "It''s exactly what it sounds like." Glen sighed, shaking his head. "Though the South Sea Crow''s attack


    didn''t cause major casualties, the mood is somber. As such, it''s simply inauspicious to continue with


    the wedding right now. Please pass a message to Simon—inform him that I will discuss this issue once


    I''m done sorting out the mess here."


    "What?!" Aesop bellowed, kicking up a cloud of dust.


    He was so menacing Glen was sent stumbling backwards, glowering. "What''s the meaning of this,


    Aesop?!"


    "That''s my line!"


    Aesop''s kindly demeanor disappeared, and he scowled at Glen even as he growled icily, "This wedding


    has been decided years ago. It must proceed as nned, and your family has already given us all


    kinds of excuses before! Even now that we''re here and ready for thest stretch, we''re given more


    excuses?! Perhaps it''s really your intention to annul this engagement all along?"


    "I don''t mind telling you that Mr. Lionheart himself has given me express orders that Ms. Vicky Turnbull


    shall be married to Titus. It''s my head if this falls through, and since it''s my life on the line, I just might


    resort to drastic measures."


    Glen was angered at his words. "Really? Are you going to force things through if I say no, Aesop?"


    "Don''t think I don''t know," Aesop growled coldly as he turned toward Frank, who was standing among


    the Turnbulls. "It''s that brat who''s been messing about and dying the wedding, isn''t it? You Turnbulls


    can''t even discipline your children, allowing Ms. Turnbull to mess around with some unruly brat! For


    shame!"