Chapter 115 – It Was a Harmonious Family
I’ll tell you the truth.
From departure from the capital until arrival at Ernest’s estate,
I was extremely nervous.
How burdened I feel about meeting Ian’s parents,
And he probably doesn’t know how much courage it took me.
In a society where nobles, commoners, slaves, and social classes exist, the difference between his and my position was truly enormous, so no matter how much Ian said he wanted to make me his wife, there was a high possibility that his family would not stay still.
It’s not realistic.
You might be given a few pennies to tell you to eat this, or you might be slapped and kicked out, or maybe even worse… I was the one who couldn’t get this imagination out of my head.
Nevertheless, I ended up following Ian obediently and coming here.
Yes, being a wife is not my place in the first place, but it keeps making me greedy, so I feel like I can give up completely if I get rejected like that, so I have to convince Ian that there is nothing we can do about it because the story has come to this… To do,
In a way, I should say that I felt half-desperate.
Since I wanted to keep an eye on her from the side and wouldn’t even dare to look at her as a wife, I thought of hanging on to the crotch of her pants and asking her to make me a concubine, or if that wasn’t possible, a maid or servant next to her.
It was the greatest courage and determination I could muster on my own.
It’s nice just to look at him, so even if his eyes no longer reach me, I was thinking to myself that wishing for his happiness from afar would be the best option for me.
“Thank you, thank you…”
At this moment,
Those options were shattered.
The wide, bloodshot eyes looking at me are full of moisture.
Even though he is as big as Ian.
Maybe it’s because my hands are raised and touching, but I feel like the emotional turmoil is contagious to me.
Otherwise, my eyes wouldn’t be this blurry.
“Father. Eve is scared.”
“No. It’s not like that. I am…”
“… “Huh.”
Just by blinking my eyes and sniffling softly,
Ian’s father was so startled that he quickly got away from me, sweating profusely.
I wanted to explain that it wasn’t like that, that I didn’t mean it like that, but I got so emotional that I couldn’t stop crying, as if it were a broken faucet…
“What does my father have to thank Eve for in the first place?”
“Just taking a son like you away… No. There are many ears to listen. Let’s go in first.”
“What if I said everything I wanted to say?”
“Uh huh.”
That was my first impression.
I think he is a good person.
If Ian wasn’t a good person to begin with, he wouldn’t have grumbled and treated me so comfortably.
What was my first impression?
I tried to look as nice as possible, such as tidying my hair and smoothing out the wrinkles in my clothes.
I even poked Ian’s side as he smiled, saying that he was pretty even if he didn’t do that, but at that moment, I felt the people around me startled, and I ended up shrinking a bit.
I was wondering if I had made some mistake.
We went inside the mansion.
I don’t know the exact purpose or name of the room, but I can tell that it is a place to receive guests.
I’m shrugging my shoulders a little because I feel like I’m going to be overwhelmed by the view of the room, which is filled with beautiful carpets, gold-decorated candlesticks, and famous paintings whose names I don’t know.
Ian reaches out to take her hand.
I say it in a sly manner, in front of everyone.
I fidgeted, but eventually I slapped the back of my hand and refused…
Ian stuck out his mouth to show that she was pouting.
Why are you acting like a child like this?
When I narrowed my eyes and glanced at him, Ian was scratching the back of his head as if curling his tail.
Seeing that, the people around me got wide-eyed…
I think I’m the only one who doesn’t know why everyone does this.
“Master Ian…”
“That master…”
Are you saying that he said those words without realizing it, or that he was covering his mouth with his hand?
I was thinking for a moment about how Ian was being treated at home,
Ian’s father, who was sitting at the head of the table, spoke.
“The introduction is late. I’m Tristan. He is the head of the Ernest family.”
“Ah. Eve, Eve, it’s Christmas…”
Should she have shown a more confident side?
It was too much for me.
Ian, who was sitting next to me, was looking at me with his eyes wide open and a look of amusement on his face,
I pinched his thigh, which was hidden under the table, as hard as I could.
“Wow. Eve, wait a minute. There…”
“Shhh, I’m talking to my father… ?”
“That’s not it, no, ugh…”
“… Oh, oh, I’m sorry… !”
… It was a mistake.
But whether it was a mistake or something, Ian became quiet.
When I realized that I had disrespected my father, I looked ahead in shock, but
I think my father is so sentimental that he doesn’t pay much attention to our happenings.
“Father…”
“Yes?”
“I thought I would never hear it for the rest of my life. Such a name…”
“… ?”
“Let me tell you one more time… ?”
“Father?”
“…”
My father stops his actions and ponders the word ‘father’ as if he were tasting it.
The word father is actually,
Even I have subtle feelings.
I already have one father.
It wasn’t a word used to refer to a father-in-law like it is now.
“Oooh…”
“I tried to just watch, but, um, Dad. Why are you making such a fuss?”
“Son. “You really don’t know anything.”
“What?”
“… Done. “As time goes by, you will know everything.”
“What a period of time.”
“You should have a son like yourself.” Eh. “He seems like a guy with no charm at all.”
“Were you hoping for some kind of cuteness? “If you want, there’s nothing I can’t do for you.”
“No. Stop it. I was wrong…”
A son who resembles Ian.
My father said it as if he was disgusted, but I think he’s really cute.
Since then, my father has been asking me various questions.
He started with how and when we met, and even said some strange things, such as telling me if he was threatening me.
“It’s a threat… ?”
“That is. Both I and Isolde were so extreme in their behavior that I asked them to please try dating. “I thought my son, who was tired of being nagged, forced me into it just to show off.”
“You know best that I’m not that kind of person.”
“Yeah, right…”
Ian’s father,
He was a different person than I imagined.
It is said that times are changing these days, but in a world where the concept of love marriage is still rare among nobles,
Parents who push their backs, telling them to try dating.
Also, you act as if it doesn’t matter what kind of woman your son brings.
“I’m meeting you because I really like you.”
“Okay. Yes, it seems. It’s a relief to worry about. Isolde will like it…”
“Now that I think about it, what about your mother?”
“I went out for a moment. She’ll be back soon. Ah. “It’s coming at the right time.”
The door we came through earlier opens once again,
This time, someone who is presumed to be Ian’s mother comes in.
My first impression was that he was a noble person to the point of admiration.
Even though she doesn’t wear much makeup, she is beautiful and full of elegance.
If she hadn’t introduced her as her biological mother, she was so young that people would have thought she was her aunt or another relative.
She sat down next to her father and spoke naturally.
“Nice to meet you. “She doesn’t know how long she’s been waiting.”
“Ah. Hello…”
“Make yourself comfortable while you are here. Okay. You can think of them as real parents.”
“Yes.”
He didn’t have any threatening size, nor was he in a situation where he was being pressured with power or money, but I felt like I was being overwhelmed by that atmosphere alone.
This is exactly the feeling I imagined the wife of a noble family would have.
Someday, when I marry Ian, I will be in that position…
To be honest, I’m not confident, so I think again about whether someone like me would be a good fit for Ian.
I wonder if I accepted the marriage proposal too hastily.
Would it have been better to just leave it as a one-time relationship that I had when I was young?
My mind was so complicated that I sighed without realizing it was rude.
Isolde, who was watching, said something to her mother.
“Don’t worry.”
“Yes?”
“It wouldn’t have mattered what kind of kid you were.”
“Is that so… ?”
“Okay then.”
I know it’s arrogant, but
I wanted to ask why you would say something like that if I were a woman with really bad intentions.
No, I tried to do that.
If it weren’t for the thought that came to mind the next moment.
Because I trust Ian, because he is the child they raised, and because I believe he will never go astray, because I trust my son’s eyes, there is no way the child he brought in is bad…
These two people already had the greatest amount of trust that can be given to them as parents.
“You would have done that even if I had brought a man?”
“For a moment. Father. Don’t treat normal people like homosexuals. No matter what, that’s not true.”
“That’s what it says. And Isolde spoke first.”
“Mother… ?!”
“Because you might deviate once in a while. “Hoho.”
“That won’t happen. What are you looking at me for? .”
It was amazing how Ian was swayed this way and that with every word he said.
What a harmonious family this is.
It was just my prejudice to think that because it was a prestigious family, the relationship between family members would be extremely tight.
None of the concerns I had turned into reality.
Then I thought, wow. I was able to relieve some of the tension that had been weighing on me like a mountain and clear my heart.
