“A toast!”
Mary was about to get up and leap at Ash, but Tul and Lari held her back. When the mage, waving the bottle, jumped on a table, she almost fainted from horror. She would remember this, and she would make Ash pay the price for making an ass out of her entire squad.
“A toast!” the mage exclaimed, raising his bottle. “For the newlyweds!”
“Toast, toast, toast!” repeated the drunken crowd, banging with their fists and feet.
Smiling, Ash caught the stern gaze of the marquis’s mother. He couldn’t help wonder where the duke was. Probably in a dark corner, having fun with some lovely lady...
The duchess smiled tightly and nodded.
“Tonight,” Ash began, walking with his arms outstretched, casually stepping over dishes and heads laid upon the table. “We’ve gathered here to honor
