The next morning, we left the inn dressed in neat attire. Today was the day of the marriage proposal with the Rosalyn Family. Sieri wore a calm, black dress, and I wore a black tailcoat to match.
"Have you woken up?"
Robin ca out, putting on a tailcoat with a haggard face. Seeing the muscular man Robin in a tailcoat made him look like he was starring as Mr. Hyde in [Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde]. I asked Robin.
"Robin. Are you all prepared?"
"Yes, My Lord. But I'm so nervous right now, I'm worried I'll make a mistake."
"What's there for you to ss up, Robin? Just act as you always do. Robin, you know well what your usual self is like. Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba will surely fall for you when she sees your majestic self."
"Ah, w-well, that's true, but....."
"But?"
"When I see Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba's arm fat, my reason...."
"Fuck, if you make a mistake there, you're on your own."
"Yes, yes! I understand!"
I was definitely the one in the wrong for trying to say sothing nice to this crazy bastard. After chiding Robin, I boarded the carriage. Today, Robin wasn't an escort knight but the main character of the marriage proposal, so he was scheduled to ride in the carriage as well. With the hulking Robin entering the carriage that already felt a bit cramped with just and Sieri, the inside beca completely packed.
The coachman followed, strolling out and offering us a greeting. He seed flustered to see that we were already in the carriage. The coachman scratched his head and said.
"My goodness, you're already prepared. If I had known, I would have hurried...."
"Depart slowly. We still have plenty of ti."
It wasn't the coachman's fault. We had co out early to avoid giving any pretext to find fault. After all, I had gone through all that bullshit yesterday just to make the marriage proposal with Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba succeed.
The coachman's voice, having climbed onto the coachman's seat, announced our departure.
"We're off."
Our destination was Marquis Rosalyn Barba's capital mansion. Since Marquis Barba was a minister who worked in the capital, he had a mansion in the capital in addition to his northern territory. Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba was currently staying with Marquis Barba at this capital mansion; her original ho was said to be the lord's manor in the north.
The grand mansion in the capital was as large and splendid as any mansion I had seen in this world so far. As if conscious of Marquis Rosalyn Barba's great height, even the gate was decorated with iron bars fit for a giant to pass through. The yard was well-paved with square tiles, and a magnificent fountain was placed in the center.
It felt less like a mansion and more like I had co to a the park.
The employees were rushing toward us upon seeing our carriage. They bowed politely before us with smiling faces and said.
"Are you High Priest Peta Lusius and his party?"
"Yes, we are."
"Please co this way."
Following the employee's guidance, I disembarked from the carriage and entered the building. The building seed to have everything tailored to Marquis Rosalyn Barba's tall stature. The doors were about 1.5 tis the size of a normal mansion's, and the width of the hallways and the size of the rooms boasted an area roughly twice that of a typical room. We were guided to a massive reception room set up in the front garden.
The employees called this place the outdoor reception room. Sieri seed to be in awe of the garden set up in the front yard. Seasonal flowers, touched by a gardener's hand, boasted a variety of colors as they fluttered in the wind. A thick grassy sll emanated from the vine fence surrounding the flowers, and gardeners were bustling about everywhere.
Beyond the fence, the fountain in the center of the yard was peeking its head out. The fountain had a massive lion statue, which was the symbol of the Rosalyn Family. As soon as the employees left, Robin, already thirsty, started pouring water from the water bottle in front of him and drinking it down in one go.
"Robin. Calm down."
"I can't calm down. What... what if I make a mistake?"
I was worried about that too. In fact, until a few days ago, I hadn't even considered Robin making a mistake, but seeing his sudden outburst last night and him going on about arm fat this morning, I couldn't possibly rule out the possibility of him suddenly going insane.
"Just don't make a mistake. Right?"
"Ah, yes... I understand."
Sieri was looking around the garden like a child, her eyes sparkling. Our territory didn't have such a garden because I had no hobby of growing flowers. The blond fat lord who lived in the neighboring territory was the type who, if he were to make a garden, would want to make a feast of debauchery, so his yard was just desolate. Sieri carefully asked .
"My Lord. Should we... make a garden, too?"
"Making a garden costs money to maintain and creates more to manage, so it would be a bit difficult for us."
It wasn't that we were so poor that making a garden would bankrupt us or be fatal to the territory's managent. It was just a hassle to hire people to maintain and supervise it. I didn't want any more work to do at the mansion. Even with the swimming pool, the state may have provided the money, but its facility managent was my responsibility.
"I suppose so......"
"A small flowerbed might be okay. Sieri, I can give you a small field in the yard, do you want to try growing a flowerbed?"
"What? Oh, no. You don't have to go that far...."
"Is that so? I wanted to see it at least once."
I really did want to see Sieri tending to flowers. Sieri was a woman who suited every profession that could have the 'innocent' title attached to it, from nun to flower shop girl, nurse, and farm maiden. Her unique, fresh smile and large eyes brought persuasiveness to the cosplay.
"Marquis Rosalyn Barba and Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba are arriving."
Just in ti, the hoowners entered to ventilate the atmosphere. Marquis Rosalyn Barba gestured for us, who were about to stand, to sit back down, and with a stern expression, he scanned our appearances. His gaze was fixed on Robin, our knight commander. His seated form revealed a rugged contour, as if it were a direct copy of one of Rodin's bronze statues.
"Is your na Robin?"
"Yes, yes! It is."
"I hear you have feelings for my granddaughter, Barba Yuba?"
"Yes, yes! I do!"
"What does your father do?"
"My father was a knight who served the Peta Territory for a generation."
"You don't have a separate family na?"
"No! I don't have a separate inherited na, just the na Robin!"
It wasn't particularly unusual for knights to lack a family na. At least, that's how it was in this worldview. Except for cases of honorary positions like the Royal Palace Knights, knights of a family were considered the property of that family.
Sotis, a family na was granted to knights who had served for a long ti, but in my case, since I was of elf blood relative, I couldn't give Robin my family na.
"I see. Robin. Why do you like my daughter?"
I couldn't help but tense up at that question. If Robin had another one of his at-buffet-praise-style sudden outbursts here, there was no telling what would happen. I carefully nudged Robin's side, and he answered, his waist tight with tension.
"Of course! It is because of Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba's beauty!"
"Beauty?"
"Yes! That's right! I fell for Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba's beauty and wish to marry her!"
"Because of her beauty, you say? Do you judge a person by their cover?"
If he was the kind of man who would judge soone with Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba's appearance by her cover alone, wouldn't he be the man she absolutely had to marry? If my daughter was obese like Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba and a man with a fat woman fetish who wanted to marry her for her appearance appeared, I would definitely have them marry.
"Honored Grandfather! You're being too harsh on our guest."
Just as Robin was pondering how to answer Marquis Rosalyn Barba, Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba made her appearance. Seeing the young lady up close for the first ti, I couldn't help but hold my breath. She was the epito of a fat woman. Her bulging belly and massive breasts, like water balloons, jiggled above her dress. Even though she was wearing a loose-fitting dress, the contours of her thick thighs were clearly visible over her skirt, and thanks to the short top, her arm fat rippled like waves.
Could she be a water human made of water, or a mixed-blood of the sli family? I thought that she, with not a single muscle on her flabby body, was closer to a liquid monster than a human or a pig.
"H-Hello. I'd like to formally greet you. I am Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba."
"I, I am... the knight commander of the Peta Territory. My na is Robin."
The two bowed their heads to each other in greeting. Marquis Rosalyn Barba closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. It was an action that seed to say he would leave the choice to Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba. I, along with Sieri, moved our chairs to create distance from the two. Robin was already showing clear signs of excitent.
His reddened face and rough breathing were by no ans from embarrassnt. Robin said.
"You are, um... very voluptuous again today."
".....W-What are you talking about.....? We've barely t....."
"I think you are very beautiful, Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba. I truly wish to marry you."
"M-Marriages between families are not so easily arranged...... So, please don't be in such a hurry....."
"Ah, my apologies."
I felt like I was tightrope walking, so I had to keep glancing at Marquis Rosalyn Barba. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to mind Robin's harassnt of his granddaughter that much. Despite Robin panting so overtly, he was actually nodding and even smiling as if he liked that aspect of him.
Rosalyn Yuba, as if she had never had soone look at her so provocatively, was squirming with a blush on her face. Her expression was one of soone unaccustod to favorability. Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba asked.
"Um, are you perhaps only interested in my body?"
"I am also very interested in your singing, Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba. I wish you would sing for every day with that beautiful voice. If you would do that for , I would gladly beco your dancer and dance for you every day."
Robin's overt confession of love was steadily increasing in its intensity. I was scared that at this rate, Robin was going to say, 'Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba, let's have sex.' Young Lady Rosalyn Yuba, caught up in Robin's unbraked montum, was gradually raising the level of her questions.
"W-Well then... what is your favorite part of my body....."
"The neck at, of course!"
What is this, a conversation at a pork specialty shop?
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