“But in my eyes, the Duke is the youngest and most handsome, Chainer.”

Leah said loudly, hoping to ease Terrun’s mood.

Indeed, Terrun differed from other men of his age – mature and serious.

So, it was unlikely Chainer would see him as a brother. Her compliment seemed to work, as the corners of Terrun’s mouth twitched slightly.

‘Thank goodness.’

“Yes, sister is right. That mister is the most handsome.”

“Uh?”

‘Could you at least drop the mister?’

Suddenly, Pollin, who had been holding back, burst out of the dining room, probably to laugh freely.

But Chainer didn’t stop there.

“Don’t worry, Mister. Grace sister will like you a lot in the future.”

Everyone was stunned. Leah thought Chainer had prophesied again.

This time, Leah was too embarrassed to lift her head, and Terrun’s icy demeanor began to melt.

“Sister, you need to earn a lot of money. That way, you can meet your dad someday.”

Chainer nonchalantly spoke while eating her meat.

‘Was this it?’

Terrun observed Chainer closely as she voraciously chewed her meat.
She felt a mysterious aura about her. Terrun had heard that Gypsies were traditionally astrologers, and some could even foresee the future.

‘An intriguing creature has entered my house.’

Terrun smirked at Chainer. Having Grace’s affection was all he could wish for.

“Chainer, who will you marry?”

Luke asked gently.

“With…well, I’m going to marry you.”

“What?”

Terrun and James simultaneously spat out the water in their mouths.

Terrun hastily wiped his mouth with a napkin, his face breaking into a satisfied smile. Finally, he felt light-hearted and pleased.

‘It feels lively, like a real home.’

This was a new experience for Terrun, and he quite liked it. Eating at a busy table was a pleasant change from his usual solitary meals.

Within a month, Chainer completed all the ordered laces. The orders were diverse: scarves, clothes, shawls, headscarves, and more. Yet, Chainer made them effortlessly, and Leah and Pollin neatly packed them in boxes for delivery.

They stamped Chainer’s trademark on the boxes, as Pollin suggested.

“Chainer, I’ve put your earnings, seven parts out of ten, into your bank account.”

“Uh, sister.”

Chainer seemed uninterested in the money. Soon, they would earn even more. Hamilton’s General Store would start selling Chainer’s lace.

Management of the store was entrusted to Rapa, his brothers, and their underlings. A portion of the profits would be given to them.

‘Soon, the whole of Rebon City will know. Then orders from Galdensia will come.’

Chainer’s lace, made with top-quality thread and unique technique, was set to become a luxury brand.

‘It’s social season in Galdensia.’

This meant big business. Before that, Chainer’s lace needed to become every woman’s dream in Lubeck, a must-have item.

‘Do we need a store in Rebon?’

Keeping the sellers anonymous was better. Nobles disdained manual labor for profit, even though they enjoyed lace-making as a hobby.

‘It’s fine for me, but it might tarnish Grace and Terrun’s reputation.’

No, they had taken over Hamilton’s General Store in Galdensia, so opening a store in Rebon was necessary. It would be a slight against Allen.

They needed someone for the tough, dirty jobs. Suddenly, Leah thought of someone.

‘Grandpa Rapa is perfect for this!’