Fela had never married. In his youth, because of that strange encounter, he had been possessed by an ancient wizard for nearly a year. With the help of his good friend Hopes Wilde, he managed to break free, and even turned disaster into fortune by devouring that ancient wizard's soul, gaining exceptional magical talent and powerful magic in the process. But his mind often remained a little muddled and unclear. He wasted several years like that before finally resolving the lingering trouble with the help of the legendary powerhouse, "Gourmet" Milomon.
By then, however, he was nearly thirty. For pigfolk, whose lifespans were not long to begin with, that was already late middle age, nearing old age. Worse still, the possession and struggle between souls had sapped his vitality. Then, to vent the resentment of his youth, he had defeated his old enemy Ruby Silver Ore by risking his life, which left him even more severely depleted. At merely thirty, he looked as though he were over fifty.
The people of the Northwest Republic were fierce by nature. Even someone with high status and immense wealth could forget about pulling off "a pear tree's white blossoms pressing down the begonia." If he had a tender tale of "you look so much like my late wife," he might perhaps move one or two women whose hearts were stirring with spring—but Fela truly had no late wife. He was even an old virgin.
Old, ugly, and unable to charm women—though he had a little money, a little status, and seemed to be something of a celebrity in magical circles, assets that might have been enough to support three wives and four concubines in other countries were utterly useless in the Northwest Republic.
So Fela failed to find a wife. In the end,