Oga Shinya's uncle paid little attention to the guests. He teased, "I never expected Shinya to be the first to get married—Miwa, your little brother has beaten you."
Oga's Older Sister snorted. "What can I do? It's not like I love buying cheap goods the way he does."
The fiancée: "..."
Curacao silently lowered her head and glanced at the dining table. "..." If someone in this family, which was so thick with gunpowder, poisoned the food, she hoped they would not accidentally poison her plate.
Grandmother Oga ignored the younger generation's verbal squabbles and looked at the Glass Artisan beside her. "Then it's settled. You'll attend tomorrow's wedding too."
Takahashi Junichi said politely, "Would that really be appropriate?"
That uncle, who was especially good at stirring things up, spoke again. "What's inappropriate about it? It's an honor for you to attend the wedding of the future Conglomerate heir. You won't lose anything either way."
Takahashi Junichi sighed. "You don't need to provoke me. I'll attend."
Oga's Uncle: "...?" Wait, wasn't he supposed to say, "I'm not going," at a time like this?
He froze for a moment, then snorted inwardly. Forget it. He was just an outsider. It did not matter whether he attended or not.
Still, that old woman—her eldest son was useless, and her eldest son's own son insisted on marrying a common girl who offered no benefit whatsoever to the family... No matter how he looked at it, that branch of the family had no future. Why could she not consider her second son and give him the Conglomerate's inheritance?
Oga's Uncle took a sip of wine to wet his throat, refusing to give up as he stayed ready to stir up more trouble at any moment.
Thus, the guests attending the wedding were decided.