“Of course, we should go!”

Alan shouted loudly, his face flushed with excitement. The boy tightly clenched his fist and stomped his foot.

“Anna, we need to write a reply right away! Give me some letter paper!”

“Do the other young masters share the same opinion?”

“Of course. Right, Casis?”

Casis, who was pointed out, cleared his throat and hmmed softly.

“It’s impolite not to go when invited.”

It was a polite tone.

However, judging by the way he glanced at the letter, there seemed to be quite some anticipation.

Alan chuckled.

“What’s up with this guy! He wants to go but pretends he doesn’t!”

“Young master!”

Anna shouted with a stern tone.

“If you write such rude words, I’ll report them all to Lady Hyacinth.”

“What?! No, I just said something thoughtless!”

“Then you won’t say such things again, right?”

“Yeah! So, don’t tell Mom about it!”

“I understand. I’ll turn a blind eye just this once.”

Seeing Anna smile, Alan shouted with a moved expression.

“As expected, there’s only Anna!”

“… My brother is simple.”

Casis muttered quietly, too softly for Alan to hear. Hearing those words, Derek chuckled.

“Alan is the biggest fool. Let’s endure it because we’re smart.”

Nodding silently to Derek’s whisper, Casis said, “By the way, Derek.”

“Yeah?”

“…I’ll write the reply.”

“What?”

Derek asked in surprise.

At first glance, there seemed to be no particular emotion, but Casis’s lips were stubbornly closed.

“Hehehe.”

Seeing his younger brother, Derek spat out an odd exclamation. The boy’s brown eyes twinkled wildly.

“Casis.”

“What.”

“Do you like Bonita?”

Casis, who was answering bluntly, froze for a moment. His father’s blue eyes shook.

“Oh, no, it’s not like that.”

“Right! Anna, look at Casis! Casis is—”

“No, I’m not! Be quiet!”

Having his mouth covered by Derek’s cute hand, Derek laughed heartily as he looked at his struggling brother.

Seeing that, Alan and Derek took turns glancing at each other, puzzled.

“What’s going on? What’s happening?”

“Alan, just ignore him.”

“Hey! Don’t be rude to your brother!”

“Hmph.”

Reacting to Casis’s blunt attitude, Alan rushed at him. To make things more chaotic, Derek, the mischievous one, joined in, and the corridor soon turned into a battlefield.

“What’s all this commotion?”

Hazel, who came late, lost her words at the series of events. The three sons were a mess—clothes and hair all messed up.

She rubbed her forehead and shouted, “Go wash up, change your clothes, and come back! The reply will be written afterward!”

Thanks to the chaotic sons, there was no peace in the Hyacinth Marquisate.

⭐️⭐️⭐️

At a similar time, a letter from Bonita arrived at the Ruvigny Viscount’s mansion.

The butler, who discovered the letter with the seal of the Ricianthus Marquisate, rushed to the viscount with a face that seemed to faint. Because the person who handed over the letter made no additional comments.

“Viscount!”
The butler forcefully opened the door to the viscount’s study and entered. The viscount, who was leisurely choosing books to spend his morning, narrowed his forehead.

“Hans, how long are you going to barge in like that? I would have warned you about that habit if you hadn’t fixed it earlier.”

“This time, it’s really important, Viscount!”

Hans whined with an aggrieved tone, and the Viscount of Ruvigny silently bit his tongue.

“What is it now?”

“A letter arrived from the Ricianthus Marquisate!”

“What, what, what?!”

The viscount, who was elegantly pulling out books from the shelf, jumped up. He ignored the fallen books and approached Hans, grabbing the collar of his shirt, shouting loudly.

“Why on earth did the Marquis send me a letter?!”

“Uh, how am I supposed to know?!”

“Damn it.”

Seeing Hans’s surprised face up close, the viscount soon released his grip on his neck.

The viscount’s hand patted the hair fixed with pomade. Thanks to that, his hands became slippery, but such trivial things were not important to the viscount at the moment.

“What is it? Did our family do something wrong? Is it because of my strong advocacy for establishing the southern factory last time…?”

He circled the room like a puppy with an urgent need to relieve itself. It felt like the Duke would come in any moment, brandishing a sharp blade and declaring, “Dare to contradict me, die.”

…He had never actually said such things, but in any case, the Viscount of Ruvigny was afraid of the Ricianthus Marquis.

His timid nature played a part. He was originally a man infinitely weaker than those stronger than himself.

Hans, noticing the signs of anxiety, cautiously suggested.

“Um, wouldn’t it be better to just open the letter instead of worrying?”

“Noisy! Do you think I’m ignorant of that? …And please, I must have told you to stop using such impolite language.”

Even in his anxiety, the viscount, who pointed out Hans’s attitude, finally began to nervously bite his nails. In agony, he picked up a paper knife and, with an agonized expression, opened the sealed part made with sealing wax.

Ttok, shiik.

When the sealed part opened, a short letter popped out.