Weddings are exhausting.
The day after the wedding. You’d think it’d be, "Okay, we’re married, bye now!"—but no. For royalty, they could just transition straight into summit meetings, but for guests without plans? We had to entertain them. Last time (with the informal ceremony), we skipped this, but now it was unavoidable.
"Everyone, please board here!"
Various tours had been arranged—courtesy of Miss Butterfly and the enterprising merchants of Christia. "If we impress them now, they’ll become repeat customers!" So, I’d set a budget and let them compete to propose the best options.
We settled on three main choices:
1. Standard Sightseeing Tour
A scenic ride through Christia’s landmarks in elegant carriages, with shopping opportunities. A guide would accompany them, allowing for flexibility and schedule adjustments.
2. Workshop Experience Tour (Miss Butterfly’s Idea)
Hands-on doll and dress-making at Butterfly Rose’s workshop (open to men too). For those less skilled with needles, alternatives included glassblowing, woodworking, paper-knife crafting, or dyeing. There was even a winery option—sample drinks, harvest your own grapes, and have the finished wine shipped to you later.
3. Sky-High Adventure Tour
The highlight? Piloting small airships for fun. The magic academy had also set up amusement park-like attractions, including projection-mapping shows and other spectacles.
And of course, my personal tour idea: "Contact Park."
We opened up my family’s estate gardens, where guests could interact with Mofumaru, Snow Tiger Shirayuki and his friends, dragons like Kou, and even the cacti. They could also admire the gardens (a point of pride for my brother and Dan), but the real draw was Dan’s cooking.
Thanks to how mind-blowing yesterday’s full-course meal had been, my tour ended up the most popular.
Dan, happily stir-frying yakisoba, seemed to be enjoying himself far more than when he’d been holed up in the kitchen for the formal dinner. "I’d rather see people’s reactions while I cook," he’d said.
"Ojousama, the crowd’s thinning out. Once you’ve eaten, go enjoy yourself."
"Huh?"
"We’ve got this—me and the cacti can handle the rest. You love fluffy things, right? Go play."
Does Dan still see me as little Rosarin? I chuckled as he ruffled my hair. The cacti, meanwhile, struck a pose like "Leave it to us!"—preening under the praise. Fine, fine, I’ll go.
Not that I was slacking off, of course! I was patrolling.
"Nya~"
A white Mofuwa angel (fluffy cat-like creature) rubbed against my legs—the kind of affectionate nuzzling that melts hearts.
Ah! A lost Snow Tiger baby!!
"So cuuute! Oneechan will get you back to mama, okay?"
"Nya~"
"Fwaaa…"
The baby tiger gently nibbled my fingers. If Dirk and I have kids… will they be like this?
"Nya?"
Too precious. I could stare at you forever—but mama tiger must be worried. Carrying the baby, I headed to where the adults were gathered.
"NYAOOO~N!"
"Grrr…"
Mama had been anxious, but upon seeing her cub safe, she started rubbing against me too—probably saying thank you.
"Glad your baby’s okay. Try to keep the adventures small, alright?"
The cub nodded vigorously and replied, "Nyan!" So smart! And as they say, good deeds bring good returns. Thanks to Shirayuki’s influence, a swarm of Mofuwa angels soon surrounded me.
"A-Ababa—!?"
"Rosarin. Your face, hair, and speech are malfunctioning."
Sui, ever the blunt one. My excitement instantly deflated.
"That’s too rude, don’t you think?"
"Nah. Your expression was dangerously unladylike. I couldn’t ignore it."
"Nya~"
"Mii~"
"Garu!"
The Mofuwa angels (probably) disagreed! (Actual translation: "Play with us! Pet us!")
"AAAAH, SO CUTE!! NUAAAAAH, TOO CUTE!!"
"You really do love fluffy things, huh?"
"Sui, you’re adorable too! Especially when you’re in fairy form, snacking on treats, or going all ‘funya~’ when petted."
"Stop thaaat!!"
Bright red, Sui fled. Still weak to praise, I see.
Soon, Shirayuki and mama tiger joined the fluffy pile. I’m doomed. I’ll never escape this heaven. At this point, I was the one being entertained.
"Oneechan, you’re amazing! Aren’t you scared of tigers?"
A boy watched in awe as the adult tigers nuzzled me.
"These tigers are gentle. They won’t get mad unless you’re mean to them."
I then taught the kids proper tiger-petting techniques. Before long, everyone was obsessed with the fluff. Even adults listened intently to my "How to Pet a Tiger" lecture before diving in.
Conclusion: Fluffiness is justice!!
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