Count Ettan Arthur Genesis, who, wearing a red dress and white socks, used to laugh with a hi-hi whenever her eyes met her father while walking around. He vehemently burned with hatred at the mention of his daughter getting married.

More precisely, it was hatred towards Carlos Arthur Ingram, a particularly annoying presence with the same common Southern middle name.

If that bastard wasn’t around! If only our chick! Growing up alone! There wouldn’t have been such a thing as going alone to get married!

“I will definitely kill that bastard Carlos.”

With a sinister voice and bloodshot eyes, he was clearly infuriated.

Ettan was a man who took his responsibilities as a father very seriously. He believed that it was a man’s duty to feed his children, make his wife happy, and raise his children with love and care, without any doubts.

For this reason, the eldest son was particularly favored and, at the same time, a painful finger, and at the same time, a deep-seated cold resentment.

“Line up. I’ll especially have you stand with me.”

The father turned to look at his daughter, who spoke casually with an indifferent voice.

The daughter came with her hands full of sparkling rings. Judging by the size and thickness of the pearls, she had gathered not only gems that had been dormant in this country for a thousand years but also precious gems hidden around the world, carefully selecting only the most valuable ones.

With the craftsmanship, it was clear that the best craftsman who had poured his heart into carving for a thousand years had worked on it, so the father had no reason to complain. That somewhat eased Ettan’s worries.

Originally, as much as the affection that does not save time and money, there is no sure thing.

“I… I should stand in line with your mom.”

“Ugh, Dad really likes Mom a lot.”

Lou picked out the rings with a disgusted expression. Trying them on various fingers and looking at them for a while. Ettan felt happy that his daughter brought in so many, but at the same time, he felt frustrated.

“You…! You, without spending much time with Dad, suddenly decide to get married! Huh! You say you’ll get married? Isn’t it obvious that Dad likes Mom!”

“Yeah, I like Your Majesty a lot too. So don’t worry.”

Ouch. Lou frowned slightly at the headache. The degree of the pain that occasionally passed through her head had become quite severe. Until a few days ago, it was a sharp level, but now it was like a sharp stab in her head. Still, if she endured it a little, it would soon get better, so she was relieved.

She glanced at her dad, who was piling up documents, and looked at herself reflected in the window. When she checked, as expected, the curse tied to her head had increased.

‘I should tell Hayden.’

She didn’t remember the pain when the curse was cast. But since the memories from that time were all vague, she couldn’t cut them off neatly, so Lou decided to tell Hayden first.

“It’s not something that can be resolved so easily with words, is it.”
That was the case. Even now, Ettan’s hands were diligently at work, sending multiple letters and messages, giving orders, and after extensive thought and consideration, filling the schedule with carefully selected commitments.

Milène had nothing to say. Today, after traversing the entire Chalea Palace, she spent two hours tirelessly writing handwritten invitations and letters of goodwill. The butler Enselo piled up various letters written by the couple on a silver tray.

Externally, it seemed that the leader of the newly emerging nobility, who had not yet received an invitation just before the wedding of Count Ettan Norlys, and seemed to be the right arm of the emperor, had started to move.

However, the Flache Viscount couple approached this matter with even heavier hearts. It was not just a feud among nobles. It was a clash between families over the position of the future empress that their daughter would ascend to.

The social and political skills of parents are swords, spears, and arrows. Depending on how sharply they are honed, the outcome of the war changes.

“Well… that’s true.”

Lou looked at her dad with a reflective expression. It wasn’t easy to say. Her parents had started a fight that didn’t need to be fought to fulfill her daughter’s wishes.

“What’s important is how much Her Majesty cherishes you. I won’t allow it if you’re not sure about it.”

“Oh, that’s what you meant.”

“Then speak, what are you talking about?”

Ettan glanced at Lou, but his hands were busy writing letters. Those letters were all intended to be sent to nobles in the north, west, and central regions.

In the east, they stick together and keep each other in check. It was important that there was a young man to support who had emerged to be supported by the region that had been constantly marginalized, and, above all, it was important that it was certain that she would become the empress. Everyone naturally wants to support the winning side.

“Lou, I’m a man too.”