After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 918

Ansel and Winona’s wedding had been planned weeks prior, even before the Heat Wave. They had been planning for a while so—considering their productivity—a week was more than enough time to actually execute the event.

However, at some point, Winona’s grandmother found out about it and had been trying to insert herself for a while.

She had been camping in the organizer’s office during working hours, critiquing or trying to modify whatever she found unsatisfactory. There were only a few days left before the event itself, and most of the things had already been settled, with them scheduling the venue for decoration the next day!

At first, they let her in because she claimed to be the bride’s grandmother. She was so insistent that they did not have the time to tell the bride and groom before she was already inside!

The event organizer’s office was on the top floor of a manual commercial building. Unlike system residential units, these commercial areas did not have a blockage and automatic security function, and the old woman took full advantage of that.

She pretty much barrelled into the place with an entitled aura about her, and they could only give up and let her be. They were not in the actual event anyway, what could she do if they didn’t like her suggestions?

They had no idea she was going to be a monster!

"No, this flower is better for her blonde hair!"

"This arrangement should be like this…

"Add this table closer to the stage. That’s where her true

family

will be sitting."

She even asked the organizer—repeatedly—who the groom was! As if it could change midway!

"Are we sure we’re not letting Eric be the groom?"

Sadly, the System’s blacklisting only worked on a territory-wide basis. They couldn’t request to kick an old woman—no matter how annoying—out of the territory to get eaten by monsters, right!?

"The food shouldn’t have too much oil."

"No, I want this menu."

"What kind of music are you playing?"

The lead organizer, Miya, was using all the patience she could muster. She was holding back so much that her usually-well-kept bun showed signs of unraveling.

However, she was still a professional to the bones, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t encountered problematic clients in the ten years she was in this field.

However, that was in Terran—where the biggest problem was people thinking luxury brands were expensive, or getting dumped, or that they were gaining weight!

This was Xeno now. Supposedly, surviving this long would humble everyone still alive—but apparently not.

She looked at her assistant, who nodded when he received her look. He had already called on Ansel a few minutes ago and, hopefully, they could take away this annoying… person.

Ansel did arrive shortly after that, panting a bit as he rushed. When he saw the old woman ordering everyone as if she were paying for the event, Ansel had to work hard to contain himself.

"Please leave," he said, quite politely if he might say so himself. "You will not be welcome in the event if you keep doing this."

"How dare you!" The old woman gasped, looking at him. "I’m Winona’s

grandmother

."

"But this is her wedding, and she would not appreciate you changing anything she had already decided on."

The old woman just looked at him like he was a brat who didn’t know anything. She literally dismissed his words as if they had no value. "She knows little about these things!" the old woman said, waving her hand as if to shoo his opinion. "She knows to listen to my advice."

His eyes twitched and his fists clenched in annoyance, but—instead of punching the old woman as he wanted—he simply combed back his gossamer red hair, though he was very close to pulling it.

He should ask his sister to add another rule to send warnings to people harassing others like this.

Anyway, seeing as the old woman wouldn’t walk out on her own, he looked to the side and two guards entered the room, intending to drag her out if they had to.

"We will have to escort you out if you can’t do it yourself."