Celia: After Dying in the Apocalypse, I Live Once Again!

Chapter 110: Forced To Be The One To Make A Choice!

To be as effective as possible, I channeled a mix of Guanyu’s authority, and Celia’s gentle scolding. The effect was… pretty damn good, as those two almost instantly stopped the fight, and even apologized to their (soon-to-be) wife.

Lotte: “Grandmother, what do you think about this combo?” She asked with an oddly serious tone.

Vulely: “…Should this really be a decision for me to make?” I asked in reply, with my expression and voice deadpan.

Zelia and Eternanel: “…”

Make your wife upset, and, of course, they’ll be a punishment. Unbeknownst to me (and everyone else), Lotte was actually the dominant one in the relationship. Though, in bed, she wasn’t. I guess that, after 100 years… Lotte gained the ability to control her wives to a degree, and is likely why they did a pretty immature fight a while ago.

Anyway, for hurting their wife, the two willingly took on this punishment. Which was… having me or Lotte choose the type of clothing that they’ll be wearing at the wedding. Currently, Zelia and Eternanel were dressed up in matching pink gothic, lolita wedding dresses, which honestly looked quite cute on them. Their overly blushing faces did add to the charm, but Lotte was the one mainly nourished by this sight, not me. They weren’t my wives, you see.

Fore: “Cute as they may now look… it doesn’t match them well enough.” She mused with a groan.

Marni: “I knew that we should have gotten Celia to design more wedding outfits. Our skills still don’t reach to even 1% of her talent for clothing design. Hey… was Celia, like, a clothing designer in her past life?” She asked me with a curious, but very weak tone.

Vulely: “No, she was a teacher.” I denied, already knowing my wife’s past quite well.

Marni: “( o_o)”

Home was, again, pretty empty, so there was literally millions of miles for us to expand in. Barely over 100 years of work, and Home was nearly unrecognizable to those who lived here prior to our takeover. For instance; the main city now easily rivaled that of Heaven’s, sporting even more leisure locations than… anywhere else in existence.

All our friends and family decided to permanently live in Home, including these two, Celia’s newish (Runeth is newer) daughters. They got officially married, wedding and all, 80 years ago, and set up a clothing shop. Celia was their mentor, so… even their designs, which they themselves don’t value that highly, are supremely sought after by the residents of Home.

Fore: “These dresses are of our design, but they’re truly missing whatever Celia has in her touch. And you mean to tell me that making and designing clothing is… just a hobby to her? Ah, I think that I’m going to throw up…” She added with a tone of utter despair.

Vulely: “Your reaction is a bit… oh, that’s right. You two haven’t been exposed to Celia’s antics that much.” I replied with a wistful tone, a smile radiating at Fore and Marni, my daughters; and probably the last uncorrupted members of the family, spared from Celia’s maddening and absurd actions.

Marni, Fore, Lotte, Eternanel, Zelia: “???”