“Oh yeah, your wife… Huhhh?”

Ian started to nod his head, then stopped as he repeated Raven’s words to himself.

“You are married? Without reporting to the imperial city? Without even inviting me?

“Do I need to report every single thing? It’s not even an official marriage.”

Raven’s response made Ian sighed with relief.

“Ah, so then she would soon become a baroness…”

He wasn’t sure why he became relieved at Raven’s words, which caused him to slur the end of his words. Then he looked at Ingrid.

‘Huh!’

She was someone whom he was closest to, someone whom he had seen for decades. He could tell what she was thinking just by her face and expression as she looked at the Pendragon brat.

Even though Ian had repeatedly insisted, his sister was…

Ian moved his burning gaze from Ingrid to the Pendragon brat. Ingrid had started to see the child as a man. He was somewhat irritated to have become relieved when the brat had said the big-breasted girl was only his concubine. Not to mention, the party responsible for all this madness was staying silent.

“Oh shit! I won’t admit it! Never!”

“What? What’s wrong with you all of a sudden?”

Raven frowned at Ian’s sudden outburst.

“Oh, I don’t know, you bastard!”

Ian realized he accidentally expressed his irritation and turned his...