Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 231: Engagement Proposal

"Hmmm."

He looked again at the information in his hand and rubbed his chin slowly.

"Now this is quite interesting."

"Your Highness, The Third Prince. Aren’t you worried about it?" the servant asked carefully, watching his expression.

"Why would I?" The Third Prince chuckled as he leaned back, rembering that feisty woman. There was a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

"I wanted to marry her for political support but in truth she does not appeal to my taste. For a woman, she is too barbaric. Tsk."

He waved his hand dismissively.

"Instead of , it should be my brother who should be worried. After all, he liked collecting beauty and wanted an Armored Knight girl."

"Heheheh. So sad. He will not be fulfilling his fantasy." Saying this, he started laughing lightly to himself.

His servant looked at him quietly. Unlike the Second Prince, who already had a mansion filled with beauties, the Third Prince was actually quite a decent person.

"Your Highness, this might be presumptuous but can you tell about your liking?"

The Third Prince paused for a mont. His gaze softened slightly as he rembered soone. A Crimson Haired beauty he had once t and tried to pursue, yet it had ended in a complete failure.

"If talking about my choice," he said slowly and leaned back with a thoughtful sigh, "a real man loves an older woman. In terms of appeal, I like Countess Rina. She is such an elegant mature woman. Aaah, it is hard to resist."

He clenched his fist lightly, as if gathering strength.

"She rejected . However, just wait. Once I beco King, I will have her."

He looked at his servant again and frowned sharply.

"Why are you sweating so much?"

"It... it is just that I heard rumours that Countess Rina seed to take a liking to Baron Blanks."

"Whaaat!" he scread, jumping up from his seat. His hands slamd down on the table, rattling everything on it.

"Tell this is a joke!"

"It is not, my Lord..."

"...Fuckk you son of a bitch!"

The room fell silent for a mont.

...

Achoo. Achooo.

Ethan suddenly sneezed and the sharp echo bounced through the quiet hall. A cold shiver crept down his spine and he rubbed his nose. His brows drew together slightly as he wondered who might be talking about him behind his back. He turned to Duke Phillips and Duchess Emma, noticing their curious stares.

"Pardon ," he said calmly.

"It is alright. No one can control when they sneeze," Duke Phillips replied with a faint smile.

"Maybe those evil bastards are cursing you sowhere," Emma added with a sharp snort. There was frustration in her tone, the kind that had built up from dealing with cultists.

Ethan nodded lightly. "That must be it."

He shifted his attention to Duchess Emma and asked, "How has Julia been doing here?"

"As usual. She has been training and fulfilling her duties," she said without hesitation. Her voice was steady but her expression softened for a mont as she spoke of her daughter.

"Yes, she is a good girl... if not for her tomboyish style," Duke Phillips began. Before he could continue, a sudden sharp cry escaped him when Duchess Emma stepped hard on his foot.

He froze on the spot, his face twisting as he tried not to make another sound. Her glare made him shut his mouth instantly.

"She is a strong girl," Duchess Emma said quietly with pride.

Duke Phillips tried to regain his composure. He coughed once and then continued quickly, as if trying to fix his earlier mistake.

"She is also determined and never gives up on anything she sets her mind to. Ever since she was young, she has always been ahead of others in swordsmanship and tactics. She never let her gender limit her and she always worked harder than most n. She has grown into soone we are proud of. Soone who can lead and protect."

Ethan’s lips twitched slightly. He watched Duke Phillips speak and speak without actually addressing the main topic. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. It was not a mockery. It was just that the atmosphere had beco unexpectedly tense.

Duchess Emma cleared her throat softly, drawing their attention back to her.

She looked directly at Ethan, her hands resting together on her lap. Even though her noble status was higher by title, she understood very well that Ethan’s strength and rising influence placed him sowhere beyond the reach of simple ranks.

"Sir Ethan," she began with a respectful but steady tone, "Julia may appear a little rough and blunt, but she has a kind heart. She has had very little contact with n and you can rest assured that she has never been in any romantic affair. Most of her ti has been spent training and honing her skills. She is one of the finest won in the entire Kingdom of Ruthiana. That is why it has been hard for us to find a suitable groom for her. At this level, it is difficult to find soone who can match her. So... would you consider taking her as your wife?"

Ethan smiled politely and t her gaze calmly. "She is indeed a fine woman and it would be a blessing to have her as my wife. However..."

The mont that word left his mouth, Duke Phillips almost jumped from his seat. His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward as if ready to attack. For a brief second Ethan actually thought the man might challenge him if he said sothing unpleasant.

The sudden shift startled him. What in the world is wrong with him? he wondered silently.

"Honey, why are you reacting like that?" Duchess Emma asked quietly. Her voice was soft but it carried a warning that made Duke Phillips freeze.

He felt a cold shiver down his spine. He quickly composed himself and bowed his head slightly.

Ethan cleared his throat. "What I ant is, does Julia agree to this? I would only move forward if it is her wish. Please understand, I do not want her to feel pressured or forced in any way. It should be a mutual and conscious decision."

Ethan knew Julia’s heart but he needed to keep the act right?

Duke Phillips’s tense shoulders relaxed instantly. A long breath escaped him and he nodded quickly. "Oh... of course she agrees. If she did not, I would never have dared to bring it up. She is so strong-willed that if I ever tried to arrange anything against her wishes, she might just run away."

A small, proud smile appeared on his face. Duchess Emma nodded in quiet agreent.