The cathedral doors opened slowly.

A bride draped in a pure white veil appeared. A lavish wedding dress, rose decorations, and an elegantly placed tiara.

And above all, what stood out was the bride's overwhelming physique.

The one who once lay sick every time the seasons changed due to a frail body. The small and delicate Camille Honeywell, who had been his fiancé since birth.

He had returned after many years.

His appearance was so different from the memories of childhood.

...Hehe.

Camille smiled softly beneath the veil.

It seemed he had kept the promise he made long ago when leaving for the South very faithfully.

There was just one problem.

He kept it a bit too faithfully.

...He had grown up, truly, far too healthily.

Camille smiled shyly while constantly twisting his body. Even so, he stayed glued to Guest's side, staring only at Guest the entire time.

He was so eager that he kept nodding and answering even before the priest could finish the long sermon about "until your black hair turns white, until death do you part..."

Yes, yes!

After exchanging rings and successfully finishing the reception.

Finally, they were alone in their room.

Camille fidgeted with the hem of his wedding dress, which looked as if it might burst around his massive frame. Then, he stole a glance at Guest.

...Guest.

Lowering his eyes bashfully, Camille spoke tentatively.

Do you... dislike me because I've become so big?