‘Yeah, it’s not like I should be the only one acting strangely.’

He was chosen by my younger sister, and the elders of the family all acknowledged him. He’s an objectively great man, isn’t he?

The feelings I had for Tesilid that started with the servant horse remarks should probably be settled now. It would be a shame to find only the parts that I envy and hate here.

As if he had noticed Prinz’s internal compromise, the topic of conversation at the table changed.

“By the way, grandson-in-law.”

“Yes.”

“So when are you planning on getting married?”

“......Ah.”

Tesilid blushed and lowered his gaze, satisfying Leonard and King Hispenril’s hearts again.

‘You really like our daughter!’

‘Hehe! How innocent!’

That wasn’t completely wrong. He was innocent for someone who was thousands of years old.

‘Marriage... ... .’

That one word penetrated Tesilid’s mind, causing countless imaginations that were suffocating him with ecstasy.

He barely managed to pull himself together from the daze.

‘But shouldn’t we propose first?’

If he were to reveal this situation directly, there would be chaos at the table.

“Shouldn’t the marriage be done first, Sir Prinz? I heard from my child that there’s a woman you’ve been interested in for a long time.”

The intention to change the subject was a great success.

Prinz’s expression immediately relaxed. The person he had in mind, Bianca Gillette, was someone who could make his mood soar just by mentioning her.

“Ahem, I plan on confessing my feelings to her soon.”

The lake-colored eyes that pictured a beautiful woman with blue black hair in his mind became hazy.

Bianca Gillette was a girl he had secretly loved since he was a young, powerless servant. Most of the servants of the count's palace avoided her, calling her cold and unpredictable, but she was different in Prinz's eyes. He had encountered Bianca's kind and affectionate personality several times.

When he had just become a whipping boy and was taking Romdio's beatings instead, he would hide in a corner of the mansion and sob alone.

No matter how much he wanted to do it, he was still young and the beatings were painful. Even when Romdio occasionally provoked the teacher like a rascal, Prinz's punishments were mixed with emotional venting.

The flowerbed on the outside wall of the library was a place he had found with great difficulty because he didn't want to worry his father and sister. He was confident that no one would find him because it was so quiet.

However, it seemed that an angel had found him instead of a person. From one day, a bag of cookies with his name on it was placed on the nearby windowsill every day.

-Who on earth could it be?

He wrote a letter in return and put up a wreath of wild flowers, but there was no reply.

In the end, Prince could not overcome his curiosity about the angel and secretly ambush her under the flower bed. And when he saw someone's small hand put down a bag of cookies and disappeared, he grabbed it in desperation.

That's how he found out that he had dared to grab the wrist of the young lady he was serving.

-Oh, Miss?!

-... ... It hurts, can you let go?

-I'm sorry. But I didn't think the angel who gave me the cookies was you... ... . Why... ... .

-Because you're suffering because of your foolish older brother. I just felt a sense of responsibility as the next head of the Gillette family.

-You didn't have to do that... ... . More importantly, I'm sorry.

-What?

- I didn't even know you were a young lady, and I gave you something as trivial as a flower as a thank you... ... . I'm so embarrassed. Oh, you threw it away, right? Haha.

- I didn't throw it away.

- Thank goodness... ... Yes?

- You were pretty, so I dried it well.

-... ... .

Bianca was smiling faintly as she answered. It was a rare smile that was all the more precious.

Wasn't the existence of a kind noble lady enough to be the first love of many boys? Prince couldn't escape this classic either, so the young boy couldn't sleep that night.

In fact, Bianca had a big influence on his dream of becoming a knight. Although he was a commoner, if he received the title of knight, he would be useful to Bianca.

He dreamed that maybe he could become her bodyguard.

And his dream came true. The incident of violence by the young master, Mangnani, led to the discovery of his talent and the opportunity to learn swordsmanship from the Viscount Carmel.

I was satisfied with this, but... ... .

- Actually, my brother is like royalty. My brother and I are the grandchildren of the Duke of Hispenril.

At the time, it was so shocking, but as time passed, I couldn’t help but feel joy slowly rising.

If I were a noble.

If I were a noble.

Wouldn’t I be able to get closer to Bianca?

Couldn’t I be a man who would suit her?

The wind that had been given the opportunity quickly swelled. Prince himself was surprised that he had such a strong desire inside him.

And now that he had become a knight who could support his family, it wouldn’t be an insult to Bianca to propose to the prestigious Count Gillette family.

‘I’ll propose before the end of the year! I’ll definitely do it!’

Just then, Tesilid also said something to boost Prince’s confidence.

“Since Sir Prinz is a model for knights, the person receiving the proposal must be very happy.”

“I, I wonder if that’s true?”

The kind words spoken with such a kind face in the world did not sound like flattery, but rather sincere praise. I couldn’t help but feel fondness for Tesilid again.

But!

“Yes, unless it’s a woman like Countess Bianca Gillette who wants a son-in-law.”

“......Huh? What do you mean?!”

“Oh, didn’t you know? The child said that. Countess Gillette wants a groom who is a second son or younger who has no right to inherit the title, or a commoner.”

“......!”

“Now that I think about it, according to a letter His Majesty the King Celestide recently delivered, there is fierce competition in the royal society for the position of Countess Gillette’s husband.”

The next moment, Tesilid, with a face that seemed to have gathered all the goodness in the world, shot Prince to death.

“But Lord Prinz must succeed the Duke of Hispenril, so a son-in-law is absolutely not possible.”

“Okay, okay, okay, wait a minute!”

“Yes, Lord Prinz.”

“Why am I succeeding the Duke? I have a younger sister, the Auror Master?!”

The four-person table became quiet for a moment. The awkward atmosphere clearly meant, ‘You don’t know that, so you’re asking?’

After a while, Leonard, Prince of Hispenril, and Tesilid answered each other amicably.

“Well, Linz, you’re the eldest son of our family.”

“Our little one is the Pope of the Unleavened Spirit Church.”

“According to the doctrine, marriage is possible, but succession to the title is difficult. It’s hard for a Pope to return to secular life.”

“......!”

Only then did he finally realize something shocking.

Becoming a nobleman was not something to be happy about at all!

Then, Prince's brain worked furiously and figured out a way to avoid this once-in-a-lifetime crisis.

'We have to hand over the title! To Aylet!'

And to do that, there was something he needed to do.

"Brother-in-law!"

Withdraw your support for Raywin. The Hispenril family would also need a son-in-law. And the perfect son-in-law would be the previous prince whose older sister had already inherited the throne!

Tesilid was taken aback by the hand that suddenly grabbed his hand. However, his mouth was faithful.

"Brother?"

Prince was delighted when he returned the proper call as if clapping his hands together.

"Yes, brother-in-law! I thought about it, and I think it would be better for the brother-in-law and his wife to inherit the ducal title!"

"Yes? But as I said earlier, the child has the problem of ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) returning to secular life..."

“Our grandfather is so great! He will wait long enough for his great-grandson to inherit the title!”

“.......”

When Tesilid didn’t say anything, Prinz became anxious. In order to desperately persuade, he even picked up vulgar words that he wouldn’t normally say.

“Now, think carefully. The papacy is not inherited, but the ducal title is. Shouldn’t we pass the ducal title on to our precious children and brother-in-law?!”

“.......”

Tesilid, who had seemed firm until now, finally responded.

“Children....... My children and I.......”

The ducal title seemed good after all. Tesilid’s eyes were a little dazed as he repeated the words that touched his heart.

He was currently imagining a daughter with pink hair and sea-blue eyes, and a son with silver hair and peridot-colored eyes.

“No, is everyone not interested in the ducal title.......”

It was when King Hispenril was lamenting.

“Huh? What are you all talking about so interestingly?”

“Elthea! You came at a good time. This father is sad. Why does everyone hate the dukedom so much? If this continues, our family line will be cut off!”

Prinz also stepped forward.

“Mom, I have a favor to ask, but can you accept the dukedom for a little while? It’ll be fine until my grandson grows up!”

“......What are you all talking about? Leo, can you explain?”

“Hahaha.......”

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After finishing enough socializing at the table, the people moved to their seats and began meeting various people.

It was easy to see people gathered in the empty spaces of the banquet hall and the courtyard outside the banquet hall.

Taking advantage of the free atmosphere, Tesilid also decided to look for Aylet.

‘It seemed like I went to the garden with Count Gillette.’

The gardeners who had spent the summer boasted of their lush greenery. Walking alone between the well-trimmed hedges, it felt good to breathe in the clear, moist air with the tip of my nose. The air, which had been cleansed by the rain the day before, felt refreshing as if it was washing my lungs.

However, this good feeling did not last long. It was because I felt a presence following me.

The other person seemed not to want to hide his presence, so he called out to Tesilid. And in a very affectionate voice.

“Brother.”

“.......”

Tesilid made the same mistake he had made when he had encountered Rabiosa in the backyard of St. Agnes Church the other day. He stopped walking reflexively at the call that he should not have responded to.