Chapter 8: Chapter 4.2

My father looked at me with a look saying: ‘What is she talking about again?’

“Then, why didn’t you say something when we divided your fiancee, but now you talk?”

What do you mean now? I, Kayla Vesta, was 12 years old at that time. It’s long before I remembered my past life.

Aside from the fact that I didn’t know of the probblem back then, how could a child disobey their parents’ wishes?

“I want to choose my spouse carefully!”

“There’s nothing bad about being married to adults. Let’s think about it slowly.”

“Father!”

I got a chance, and I was chasing the Marquis of Vesta until the evening and struggling to break him.

Very nice, nice and nice. Have you ever beaten your father like this after regaining the memories if your past life? I haven’t.

The Marquis of Vesta, who was eventually exhausted thanks to my stubbornness, also raised his hands.

“Yes, I will respect your will. I did not know you hated Sir Ritaus that much.”

“Thank you, Father.”

I raised a long skirt to show my respect to my father.

But my father may have only pretended to respect my opinion to escape this moment. I had to take the lead.

“While you are at the Kratier Academy, let us have a discussion with Count Aizar. Isn’t the Aizar family and our family still very close? You can’t unilaterally report this matter.”

“Actually, father… .”

“… why, what else is going on.”

When I tried to open my mouth the Marquis of Vesta seemed to be intimidated.

“I’ve already sent an express telegram to Count Aizar. I’m sorry.”

That night, the Marquis of Vesta covered the Marquis of Vesta, and I was about to run out. *

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Rump!

A young man with brown hair and light green eyes jumped into the drawing room in this green uniform.

As if running in a hurry, the young man’s breath was heavy.

“Hah, ha. Before you visit… I said you should make an appointment… first….. Astel.”

A gorgeous beauty girl sitting at an angle on the couch and looking at the letter was reflected in the young man’s view.

She was a beautiful girl with purple eyes with pink hair drooping.

Is she in her mid-teens now? The girl, who was about fourteen to sixteen, looked at the young man and smiled.

“I told you not to call that name when we were together, Ritaus.”

From the girl’s enchanting red lips came a dull, low, husky voice as if she had a cold.

Like a boy who just finished his late puberty.

“Astaire… .”

“Yes, that’s the name.”

Astaire smiled lovingly at Ritaus. But the voice was still as low as the floor.

“By the way, an express telegram came from your lovely fiancee.”

Astaire fluttered the paper she was reading and showed it to Ritaus. It was an express telegram to Ritaus.

Ritaus took the former from Astaire’s hand.

“Don’t read someone else’s post.”

While Ritaus was scanning through the telegram, two thin arms hugged Ritaus’ waist.

“I’m here because you did not come to my house to play. Are you mad?”

The silky, pink hair tickled Ritaus’ nose.

There was a subtle aroma of Iris. Even the fragrance was like a woman, but Ritaus was not impressed.

“You are still like a stone. It’s not funny.”

When Ritaus didn’t react much, Astaire, who has lost interest, loosened his arms around his waist.

“Ah, it’s boring and it’s not fun. Talk about your fiancee. I only saw the greetings.”

Astaire was wearing a dress with black lace and pink silk just like her hair.

His long hair was braided with a black satin ribbon to make his beauty stand out.

It was a beauty that anyone could misunderstand as a beautiful girl if he kept his mouth shut.

Astaire felt the face of Ritaus, who was reading the telegram, stiffened slightly.

What’s going on? However, Astaire was not interested in the content of the telegram.

“How about your fiancée? Pretty?”

Astaire asked, tapping Ritaus at the waist. But Ritaus ignored him.

“So ugly?”

When he changed the question, Ritaus opened his eyes as if to stop.

“I’m bored, Ritaus.”

Laying down on the couch and whining, Ritaus sighed while looking at Astaire.

“There’s nothing special. My fiancée said she’d be admitted to the Kratier Academy where I am attending”, said Ritaus while reading the telegram carefully. His voice did not even reflect a word of love for his fiancée.

“Is she trying to follow you, her fiancé? What a boring girl.”

“No, it is not like that.”

Ritaus shook his head.

“What is up?”

Ritaus’ hand, which was holding the telegram, trembled little by little, then the telegram fell to the ground.

Astaire approached Ritaus to see the telegram.

“… this is a breakup notification.”

As Littaus’ face turned blue, Astaire’s eyes took on an interesting look.