‘Yeah, I guess I’m not the only one being weird about this.’
He’s the man my sister chose, and even the elders of the family approve of him. Objectively speaking, isn’t he an excellent man?
It’s about time I let go of the personal grudge I’ve held against Thesilid, which started with that sayeokma comment. Deliberately searching for flaws just to dislike him was a pathetic thing to do.
As if sensing Printz’s internal compromise, the conversation at the table shifted to a new topic.
“By the way, grandson-in-law,”
“Yes.”
“So, when are you planning to get married?”
“…Ah.”
Thesilid blushed at the tips of his ears and lowered his gaze, once again pleasing Leonard and Duke Hispenril.
‘He really loves our daughter!’
‘Hehe! So innocent!’
It wasn’t entirely wrong. For someone thousands of years old, he was indeed quite innocent.
‘Marriage…’
That single word invaded Thesilid’s mind, unleashing a flood of ecstatic fantasies that nearly suffocated him.
He barely managed to pull himself together from the…