“Layla, this is something I’ve been meaning to ask you... don’t you have a custom of having a ceremony in the Sheep Horn Clan?”
“By ceremony, you mean a marriage ceremony like Lyuu did, right?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, that kind of thing.”
Layla shook her head.
“Our Clan doesn’t have anything like that. We are an almost all-female race, and since we often have children through relationships with men of other races, the idea of ‘blood relatives’ is probably a bit thin on our side. That’s why we probably didn’t develop the rituals to become relatives.”
...I see.
Layla’s family had an extremely low incidence of male births.
This meant that they needed to include the blood of other races more and more, so naturally, “blood relations” may not be considered as important.
In fact, when I visited that village, there was an atmosphere of “home” for the whole place, but I did not think that individual family members were so important.
Well, in their case, I guess knowledge would be more important than those things.
I see. Layla’s place didn’t have that kind of ceremony?
Hmmm...
“Yuki-san, do you want to have a wedding ceremony?”
“Hmm, yes, I do. ...Well, to be honest, it’s not so much that I want to have a wedding, but rather I want to see you in a beautiful bridal gown. You have such fair skin and your white hair is so beautiful, I’m sure it would look great on you.”
Layla was especially fair-skinned, so it’s easy to notice when she turned red from embarrassment, I like that.
“...Really, you’re so quick to say things like that...”
“Oh, I’ve always wanted to say that. Now that we’re in a relationship where I can say as much as I want. Don’t you like it?”
“...That’s not fair, that way of asking...”
She was my wife now.
Now, even if I said this to her face, it wouldn’t be considered sexual harassment, so I could say it as much as I wanted.
From now on, I would like to say a lot of things that I have been suppressing until now.