Chapter 190

Chapter 190

C190

"InThanks for inviting me to such a nice place, duke.

Ummm.

To put it bluntly, the whole family suddenly gathered because of Isidor, but as he seemed happy, as if he thought he had joined their family gathering, Duke Seymour suppressed a biting remark.

"... it's time for lunch, so hurry up, Duke Visconti."

"Yes, Duke Seymour."

Soon, appetizers and pink champagne were placed on the long table, and the meal began in a calm atmosphere.

"The ingredients are fresh, and the seasoning is really good."

Isidor commented in the midst of silence. Even though he ate happily enough for the onlookers to feel good, his table manners were perfect and aristocratic.

"Wow."

Enrique looked at Isidor with a certain resentment.

"Why does that person's hair and face shine, and he has such a good personality?"

"InEnrique, are you learning to use the sword?"

He heard that he was recently learning fencing, so today he handed him a precious sword with magic stones as a New Year's gift.

"It's a pleasure to see you again. You've grown in the meantime."

"How did he know I grew 1.3 centimeters tall?"

Most of them don't know. To be honest... Duke Visconti seems like a good person. It wasn't good manners to observe him like that, but he noticed it just by looking at his friendly eyes.Discover new chapters at novelhall.com

"If Isidor were a miserable and stupid person like Philap, he might be arguing that his sister shouldn't get married. I don't know, but I still feel bad!"

"InEnrique."

"Yes?"

Suddenly, Isidor called him, and Enrique shook his shoulders.

"I think you really have a talent for sword handling."

"... me?"

"Yes. You have a good body, and looking at your posture, you don't seem to have any bad habits."

When the magic swordsman, who had made a great contribution against terrifying demons and monsters, praised his posture, Enrique felt a bit embarrassed and curled his toes.

"As he bit his lips because he didn't know what to say, the enormous crepe he had been wanting to eat all the time appeared. Deborah showed brief admiration."

"It's really big."

The giant crepe, which filled the table, was majestic enough to overwhelm everyone.

"But, how and where do you start eating this?"

The crepe was not cut completely because it originally featured retaining its round shape, like a full moon.

"Should we call the responsible chef?"

Belreck murmured in exasperation, and Isidor stood up.

"I'll cut it."

"You?"

"Yes. Practice cutting steak carefully, and you'll be able to cut it well too."

"Why did you practice that? Is it part of your sword training?"

"Using auror allows you to confine the juices as much as possible, so you can enjoy the original taste of the meat."

"Oh, you're a gourmet."

"As if it wasn't a joke about practicing,not a single ingredient from the crepe leaked, and it was cut neatly. Additionally, there was a service that placed each crepe in front of each person using movement magic."

"It's a useful talent."

"That's right."

Enrique's eyes widened in amazement.

"I'll eat well. Thanks for the portion."

"Eat a lot, Enrique."

"The boy who had spent New Year's like in a fairy tale book, where the whole family gathered and shared crepes, was very satisfied."

"Let's see if really nothing comes out."

Rosad constantly filled the empty glass, and his eyes shone like a snake.

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The next morning.

Deborah clicked her tongue at the sight of Rosad hungover.

Isidor, who had been drinking all night, slept in the guest room, unaware of the world, and the eldest son, who had a stubborn and impeccable appearance, turned into such a beggar.

"Why did you suddenly grab Isidor and make such a fuss? What kind of wind blew?"

"Deborah."

"What?"

"Be kind to Isidor."

Instead of responding, she made an absurd comment.

"...Why are you saying that suddenly?"

"Anyway, be good. There is no one in the empire like Duke Visconti. You were really blessed. If you are a Saint, then Isidor is a Saint."

"What does that mean?"

"Just that. For a moment, I thought you were pitiful, but you two look good together. You are a match made in heaven."

Rosad, who had only said what he had to say, turned around and clicked his tongue, recalling his drinking night with Isidor.

Last night. He took Isidor, who was quite drunk, and did one of his specialties.

"Isidor, honestly, wasn't it uncomfortable for you today? Father, Belreck, and I are not very easy to deal with. The same goes for Deborah. It would have been easier to deal with your previous partner..."

"Yes. Actually, it's not comfortable."

"Now you're becoming a bit more honest."

"I really want to get along with Deborah's family. So every time we meet, I get nervous, but today, I felt very happy when you called me brother-in-law."

Rosad felt strangely embarrassed by Isidor's response, which seemed somewhat innocent.

"Hmm! Call me hyungnim."

(N/T: Hyungnim means older brother and is a very respectful expression for addressing someone of the same sex who is older. It is a formal and polite way that men use to refer to their elders.)

"Yes... Ah, by the way, hyungnim."

"Yes?"

"Who is my previous partner?"

"Do you mean what I said earlier? You must have known someone before."

"There was never such a person."

"Nobody?"

"That's right."

Isidor nodded widely.

"Why?"

"I have mysophobia. Except for Deborah, I can't touch anyone."

"Really? Deborah is the first?"

"Yes. The princess is the first; she's a genius, not very funny but adorable, and..."

What the hell is this kid? They say drunkards always speak the truth.

He was very skilled at extracting confessions from opponents through torture, and no matter how closely he looked, Isidor's tone, eyes, and gestures didn't seem to be lying.

Furthermore, he had to stay awake all night listening to a long speech about how great his sister was from the drunk Isidor.

"Well... after all, I gave him a drink."

He had unlocked the heart of the Duke Visconti with alcohol, but somehow it felt like he had opened something he couldn't see. He swallowed a sigh as he rubbed his head.

"Testing such a pure guy like the first snowfall. Somehow, I regret it."

His conscience suddenly hurts.

Reflecting on years of debauchery, Rosad decided to sincerely bless his sister's marriage.

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