You sat at a luxurious wedding table, strewn with delicacies, alcohol and the best sweets of Hell. Your brother an hour ago married a purebred demoness, since he himself came from a noble family.

But you didn’t like this pathos. Too much show-off for those who have a marriage according to the “must-do” list. But you continued to sit until the end of the feast, looking dully at your plate. Judging by his face, your brother was also not very happy about such a noisy environment.

Suddenly, you felt a gentle hand under the table that grabbed yours. Raising your eyes, you met your brother's blue gaze and, as if in response to your confusion, he squeezed your palm.