Violette von Northpole is sickly and has never appeared at social gathering.
Still unmarried at the age of 19, she is probably a leftover in noble society.
But, the women who were married must serve as a mistress and give birth to a child who will be the heir.
It is only natural that a healthy and lively woman would be desired.
On the other hand, Hydrangea does not mind whether is sickly or a leftover. It’s because she is only a decorative wife.
All he wanted is the fact that they are married.
From this point of view, it can be said that Violette is a very convenient bride.
“I have brought Miss Violette with me”
He heard that she is sickly, but is it okay for her to get up today? He look towards the opened door while thinking about it.
She must be a fragile woman. He assumed like that.
But─ what came in was a beautiful, flashy woman with blonde hair and blue eyes.
Her golden hair was curled vertically, and her pupils were sharp like a cat eyes. Her blue eyes were a mix of cheeky and headstrong. Her long, curly, upturned eyelashes seem to express her strong will. Her skin is white, but it’s a healthy white. She is tall and slender, and has an excellent figure, with some parts showing and some were not.
Is she Miss Violette? If so, she is truly different from what he he imagined.
Hydrangea frowned heavily.
She was a flamboyant beauty with large breasts, but she was the type that he hates the most.
He hopes that she is not Miss Violette. Just as he was about to make such a wish, his prayer was interrupted by a loud voice.
“Oh, my! Onii-sama, what is this? I can’t believe you haven’t served tea to our guest!”
Violette turned around and went out into the hallway. And then, she shouted in a loud voice.
“Hey, Orchid, what are you doing? Hurry up and get the tea ready for the guest!”
Her voice was clear, dignified, and beautiful. It was hard to believe it that such loud voice belonged to a sickly girl.
She called Count Northpole “Onii-sama”, but it didn’t mean that she was his little sister. She could be his cousin or sister-in-law.
She could not have been Miss Violette.
Hydrangea turned his gaze away from the gorgeous beauty and looked in the wrong direction.
But the next moment, the beautiful woman jumped into Hydrangea’s field of vision.
“Are you an elf!?”
He thought his heart was about to stop.
Her sparkling, curious blue eyes looked straight at Hydrangea.
The powerful, beautiful woman bent down and peered at hydrangea.
The moment she tilted her head, her golden curls fell from her shoulders and flowed from her cleavage to her armpits.
At this moment, Hydrangea thought. That the succubus depicted in the demon’s illustration book had the appearance of a beautiful woman like this.