Instead of the marriage invitation of Viscountess Noalys, the Flache Marquis, a close friend of the Svenya Marquis family, visited for a moment.

“I thought the son of the Svenya Marquis and the eldest daughter of this house would be a good match.”

It was another marriage proposal. Without even inviting them to the wedding of Viscountess Noalys, what kind of absurd thing was this? Milene, thinking this way, sent the lady away. Then, not even a few hours later, it wasn’t the Flache Marquis’s wife but the younger sister of the Alanka Duke’s wife, the Marquise Montieu, who came.

“How about our nephew? Yes, Cedric. He’s very lively and speaks well. And isn’t he doing a good job leading the heir quietly this time? Although he looks like that on the outside, he really thinks deeply…”

Alanca actively pushed Cedric Lamber, who liked playing somehow, making sure to package him well, into the scene, and they openly included marriage proposals. It was as if they knew what had happened in the Svenya Marquis. Headache-stricken Milene, once again, sent her away. Then, along with Edan, she put their heads together.

“Hey, what is this? It’s not like those people are plotting against us…”

“If they were making fun of us, would Alanca send a matchmaker from Svenya so nonchalantly, and moreover, Montieu Marquise?”

“That’s true… She’s too close a relative to send as someone making fun.”

It seemed clear that Alanca, the Duke’s wife, directed this. Milene, who had not answered anything about the indirect marriage proposal that came through the more distant wife, immediately heard that a marriage proposal had come from Svenya Marquis and rushed over, revealing it.

“This has to be resolved before Her Majesty intervenes, but I didn’t expect our child’s marriage proposal to come in like this.”

Marquise Flache, Edan, mumbled blankly. It would have been better if the emperor, who was overly cautious about not giving too much power to the ‘grand’ nobles, had supported the Eastern aristocrats. After all, political power is originally quite cold.

But Lady Godeau said, “Her Majesty finds it ‘annoying.'”

It was clearly Her Majesty’s decision, and it would be extremely unpleasant for Her Majesty to think that the Eastern aristocrats were aiming for the position of Empress.

But what is this? The Empress and the Empress are clashing, and Lui’s matchmaking is being put in separately? Svenya Marquis was particularly strange. Who would make fun of whom?
“By the way, dear.”

Edan, after silently pondering, called his wife with a pale face.

“It’s just that Her Majesty finds it annoying; it doesn’t mean she chose our child as the Empress, right?”

In the midst of the overwhelming matchmaking of those considered the best prospective husbands in the East, Milene was greatly embarrassed and confused by that question.

“Well… I don’t know.”

“No, how did it come to this, that our child!”

Dad got angry immediately. If you’ve set up the atmosphere to this point, you should stick to the principles, whatever they are!

“Do you want our Loo to be the Empress?”

Milene asked in disbelief. The person who had sung songs about not letting her precious eldest daughter go, who hadn’t been sent out with three daughters for a lifetime, why was he like that now?

“No, that…! That…! Our Loo promised to live with Dad for a long, long time!”

Even if he was the emperor, he couldn’t send away his precious daughter like this! Dad got angry again.

“Ask the big daughter again, Count.”

She lay down on the sofa, completely exhausted from meeting so many people.

Oh, it’s complicated. In her mind, she hadn’t even raised her completely annoying daughter, who was a handful of chores, and now there was this unwanted matchmaking, and it wasn’t even a willing one.

“Dear, I think we really need to ask about that.”

Milene opened her eyes and looked at her husband, wondering what he was talking about. Edan sighed deeply.

“We didn’t receive an invitation. It’s a disgraceful and shameful act. But underneath it all, isn’t it a struggle for the position of Empress?”

It was really awkward. If they started to act here, it would seem that the Flache Marquis couple had turned their eyes to make their daughter the Empress, and if they just stood still, being the emperor’s closest confidants in name only, they couldn’t complain. Anyway, the couple was in a quandary.

“That’s right. In the end, Lady Godeau coming to us means moving as parents who have a daughter to become the Empress. Dear, Edan. Shouldn’t we just politely send a congratulatory gift to the wedding?”

Aah, it’s a headache. Milene touched her forehead, but Edan, who saw his eldest daughter, the most painful part of his body, being approached not by one strange man but by three, stood up involuntarily.

“Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“Oh, Glera Palace! Shouldn’t you know what the emperor is doing when the matchmaking comes in? You get up too, quickly.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t know what the emperor is doing under the pretext of going to check how well our daughter is doing, Edan?”