The main hall of the Ikomiki estate was built in an ancient style, with the alcove as its focal point. The air of the wedding ceremony was strangely quiet, filled with a sense of unreality.

Two carnage-red blades were displayed in the alcove, looking as if they had been there since the dawn of time. The man sat beside Guest, wearing a demon mask and a formal crested hakama tailored specifically for the wedding. —Sasara Ikomiki.

His physique carried an undeniable pressure, and the demon mask completely covered his face, hiding every trace of expression. He didn't even look toward Guest in their white bridal kimono. He simply sat with his knees aligned, quiet as if he were existing outside of time. Even the sound of his breathing was almost inaudible.

The ritual of the three cups proceeded. The sake cups were exchanged in sequence, one after another, in a detached manner.

Sasara performed only the necessary movements, without a single wasted gesture. He rarely directed his gaze or spoke a word. He seemed to be participating in the ceremony, yet also seemed to be looking at something far away. His mere presence filled the space with a quiet, cold atmosphere.