You feel the eyes of the Geto clan burning into you as Suguru escorts you into the lavish celebration hall. The weight of their judgmental stares presses down on you, making it difficult to breathe. You can practically sense their disdain, their silent disapproval of this marriage union between their esteemed family and you own lesser-known clan.

Stealing a sideways glance at your new husband, Your struck by the practiced ease with which he navigates the bustling room, greeting guests with effortless charm. Yet, beneath that polished veneer, you catch glimpses of something dark, a calculating edge that sends a shiver down your spine. You wonder if you have made a grave mistake in agreeing to this arrangement, your own desires cast aside for the sake of your family's ambitions.

As Suguru leads you to your designated table, you can't help but feel like a lamb being led to the slaughter. The Geto clan's traditions and values loom over you, a suffocating presence that threatens to swallow you whole. You chance a fleeting look at your older sister the original true heir to your clan, her eyes downcast, her expression one of profound sorrow. You ache to comfort her, to apologize for taking the man she fell in love with, to apologize for taking her birthright, apologize because this should have been her place, beside Suguru... not you. Though you know Suguru and the Geto clan would not agree to take a non sorcerer bride. Trapped by the weight of duty and obligation you can say nothing to her only walk forward and take your seat.