"In any case, I proposed to her myself, and I was definitely not forced into it, okay?" I muttered for the hundredth time to my sister, who still looked unconvinced.
It had barely been five minutes since she ended her little punishment game, and she and my father had already entered full interrogation mode.
Beside her, my father also narrowed his eyes.
"But why so suddenly…?" He asked.
"As I said, Dad… it was love at first sight. As soon as I saw her, I knew she was the one."
I literally got shivers due to how cringe I felt, but alas, sometimes sacrifices are necessary to make a few plans work. And more than that, currently, I was worried about something a lot more important than feeling cringe.
An old man was floating upside down in front of me, making all sorts of faces with his transparent body. I didn't know whoever the fuck he was, but from the signature black hair and crimson eyes, I was sure that geezer was someone from the Ashborn family.
