บท 364: [Bonus chapter]Taste of his own medicine

"How about inviting some angels from our dear heaven above so they witness the wedding of the century in the city of the dead?" 

Conan buried his face in his palm upon hearing another ridiculous suggestion from Abel. He thought he would have some peace preparing a wedding that wasn't his in the palace's inner library. It was presumptuous of him to think that way when Abel was everywhere.

"Hmm… how about a statue of us together and they will create it on the spot? That would be monumental." Abel's lips stretched. His feet were resting over the table between them, arms crossed, eyes flickering with enthusiasm.

"Your Majesty, why did you even give me this task and cut my vacation if you're this invested in this wedding?" asked Conan helplessly, peeking over his palms only to see the devious smile plastered on Abel. 

"I'm simply trying to help, Conan."