“That’s right. In the future, it’s already been decided that you—the future Duke of Samaria, will have a wife with prestigious backing.”
“Why!? Mia is a lovely lady! She understands me! A, ah, I… I’m saying that she’s merely a friend!”
My brother stood vigorously and tried to fool my parents with his equally moronic acting.
My parents were surprised, while Grace was saddened.
After all, my brother had just praised the woman he loved.
Of course, the entire time while I was listening, my mouth was distorted with a grin.
Even if it was nothing more than a third-rate play, it was still entertaining.
Alright, time to move on.
With a sip of wine, I drew the curtain that led to the next act.
“…Is that so? Why don’t you invite her to the garden party next week? I want to meet her. Of course, as a condition, brother will be responsible for escorting Baroness Abazn.”
After hearing my proposition, my brother nodded enthusiastically.
“Violet, that’s a good idea! I’m sure everyone will like Mia! I’ll send the invitation right away!”
My brother happily leaped out of the living room. Soon, my parents angrily glared at me.
“What is the meaning of this?”
“Indeed. Our relatives and distinguished guests will attend our garden party.”
“So, what? Who knows, father and mother might find her interesting.”
“That’s not the problem. As Bella said, the Duke of Samaria’s potential suitor should at least be a countess.”
“Not to mention, Sagius has an important relationship with the third princess of the neighboring kingdom.”
“Still, if you don’t meet Baroness Abazn at least once, brother won’t be convinced.”
When I said it matter-of-factly, my parents, who were about to say something, reluctantly agreed.
That was mostly because my parents knew that once my brother was determined, there was no changing his mind.
“…Alright, only once, then. If I deem her unfit to stand beside the prestigious future Duke of Samaria, she’ll be cut off.”
“…That’s understandable. After all, Sagius, my son, will succeed our family. He has to marry the right woman.”
My parents said such and nodded to each other. Then, they stood up and left the living room with the butler.
I was sure they’d further discuss my brother and Baroness Abazn in their office.
Of course, to prepare a way to drive a stake between them…
“…Fufu, let’s hope my brother doesn’t get burned.”
While muttering so, I put a slice of duck meat into my mouth and savored the taste. I saw the steady decline of Grace’s expression.
It must had come off as a shock to Grace. After all, Grace was a viscount’s daughter while Mia was nothing more than a baroness. To lose to someone of lower stature… I couldn’t imagine how she felt.
…To be honest, I didn’t care about her feelings in the slightest.
While thinking that, I slowly enjoyed the meal that had become even better with the disappearance of my family.