Having carried guns together, charged side by side on the battlefield, we faced death together, entrusting our lives to each other. Back then, he blocked a bullet for me, and I carried him through his injuries. How could this friendship be child's play? When I promise something, how could I not keep my word? A promise was worth more than gold, that was the backbone of our generation!"
Tristan lounged lazily against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, his gaze indifferent.
"Alright, if you're really willing, I'll organize the wedding for you, grand and splendid with red decorations for miles, an eight-carriage procession. I've already arranged the banquet, personally overseeing the menu, inviting a three-star chef, and setting off fireworks stretching from The Sterling Gates all the way to Campbell Manor. How does that sound? Are you satisfied?"
Nathan Sterling was so angry his temples throbbed, he grabbed the sword hilt from the table and swung it at him.
