Chapter 368: [Elizabeth's Engagement Party] [3] Jealous Brother-In-Law

Chapter 368: [Elizabeth's Engagement Party] [3] Jealous Brother-In-Law



"John..." I grumbled, stepping into the living room.

There, seated brazenly on the sofa with his legs crossed, was my brother-in-law. He was dressed in a sharp black suit for the special occasion. His red eyes turned toward me, clearly annoyed.

"What?" He snapped.

John's white hair, which had turned that color after his awakening, made him look strikingly different. It had some shades of red mixed in, and he exuded a presence that was far more intimidating than before. However, this newfound intensity didn't faze me in the least. To me, he was still the same sis-con tsundere he had always been.

[<I think that applies to you as well, Amael.>]

Only the sis-con part.

[<Seldom the second part too.>]

Ignoring Cleenha's commentary, I focused on John. "What are you doing here?" I asked bluntly, skipping any formal greetings.

It wasn't because I hated him. Our relationship was simply a twisted brother-in-law dynamic. I had to admit, I was also annoyed, especially these past few weeks.

As expected, she was there too. Sitting closely on the sofa next to John was a very beautiful girl with an aura of a princess. Her reddish-brown hair was tied neatly behind her, and her bottle-green eyes avoided mine when I looked at her. She wore a lovely green dress and seemed shy under my gaze.

This had become a familiar scene recently. Every time I saw John, Amelia Dolphis was with him. Even when I needed to discuss something important, he would drag her along. I had a theory that once a sis-con brother finds a lover, he becomes a yandere. Of course, I kept this theory to myself to avoid John's embarrassment-fueled wrath.

I didn't have anything against Amelia. In fact, I was grateful for her presence as she seemed to be a salvation for John. I had even sent her gifts, which shocked her, but that was the extent of my joy in knowing that Amelia's relationship with John meant his obsession with Layla was diminishing.

From an outside perspective, it seemed like I was a caring brother-in-law or a concerned friend worried that John wasn't finding anyone suitable and was potentially ignoring the only girl who would ever love him. However, my true motivations were much more personal.

I hadn't expected how close those two would become. It didn't take long for them to transition from mere acquaintances to lovers. John was eager to boast about their relationship, constantly showing off to me. I wanted to brag about having a beautiful fiancée waiting for me in Celesta, who happened to be his sister, but the distance made that impossible. Each passing day, I started to feel a bit envious.

[<Jealous, you can use that word.>]

I began feeling envious of the dynamic between John and Amelia. If I had stayed in Celesta, I would have been flirting with Layla and Miranda during my second year of school. I even had some dreams about it. Here, I had no one to counter John's displays of affection.

"Taking part in my brother-in-law's second engagement," John replied with a snort.

I snorted back.

It's not like I wanted it.

I'm tired of repeating that to this bastard."

In that moment, she looked and sounded just like she did during the first months of the academy. That was the Annabelle and Samara effect.

"I am Annabelle, pleased to meet you," Annabelle said, lifting the hem of her yellow skirt awkwardly. She had learned etiquette at home and deemed it worthy to show it to Amelia,

who was a princess.

"So cute!" Amelia hugged Annabelle tightly.

"Ha!" Annabelle was caught off guard and tried to pry herself away. "My dress...!"

"Ah, sorry!" Amelia quickly stepped back with a smile. "You were just too cute-huh?"

Amelia froze upon seeing Samara.

"Samara," Samara said coolly with her arms crossed.

The reason Amelia froze was likely because of Samara's appearance. She was wearing a dark blue dress that stopped just above her knees, reminiscent of Cinderella's dress but in a darker hue. Samara's white legs were visible, and she exuded a cold presence, yet she was undeniably beautiful. She had nothing to envy from any princesses of the Great Houses. Vampires were known for their cold and elegant beauty, whereas Elves were celebrated for their noblest and purest appearance. Samara, born as a Half Vampire and Half Elf, had inherited the best of both worlds. Her beauty was unique and surpassed the norms of Sancta

Vedelia.

Ignoring Amelia, she approached me. "Am I pretty, Edward?" she asked, looking up with a neutral gaze. However, I could sense her emotions thanks to our banshee contract. She was expectant of my answer.

Her glossy black hair was beautifully braided over her shoulders, and her eyes were a mesmerizing blend of blue and green, flickering with hope as she waited for my response.

I smiled as I stroked her slightly pale face. "Of course you are, Samara. Nobody among the Elves can compete with your beauty."

I couldn't help but throw a jab toward the Elves. Samara was clearly pleased by my answer, as her lips broke into a rare, small smile. "Um."

The way she shyly lowered her head and smiled while keeping her expression in check was honestly doing a lot of damage to me, especially since I could feel her emotions.

"Ugh..." Someone wasn't pleased, though. It was John, of course. Even his lover, Amelia, was

dumbfounded.

"This guy...is flirting with another girl a few hours before his engagement to Eli?" she groaned, probably annoyed since Elizabeth was her friend.

I ignored her and focused on Annabelle, who was pulling at my sleeve with a similarly

expectant look.

[<You are a sinful man, Amael.>]

I haven't even said anything yet!