"Euphemia, how was your meeting with Your Highness?

"Mother....."

When I finished my meeting with Reginald and returned to the Marquis of Aiden's Mansion, it was a bowl with the mother of a good smile. No, it's not cute to put it in a bowl. I suppose he was mostly ambushed because he was royalty.... you must be resenting that you slightly embellished it and dragged it into the room after your engagement with Reginald. Yeah, yeah, I know.

Marcia Aiden, the mother of Euphemia, is just like Euphemia. A beautiful woman with brown fluffy waist hair and blue eyes. Born the Count. Your father fell in love at first sight and desperately tried to dictate it. Such a mother... loved her only daughter, Euphemia, anyway. I don't think it will hurt even if I put it in my eyes anymore.

"Really? I don't think I'm rough, because I'm talking about cute, cute Euphemia, too. But if you're pulled like this, that's the trouble.... I can't see the cute face of Euphemia."

When she said so, she turned her gaze downwards. The expression was so beautiful that the maids who had been holding back could not help but sigh with admiration. As a noble woman, she is well educated and perfect in character.... it doesn't matter why Euphemia didn't inherit it it. No, obviously I know the cause.

"No, I had a few thoughts in the meantime... I wanted to be alone."

Really? But Euphemia was lightly embellished, and me and my husband were deeply hurt. I hope you understand that. "

As she approaches me, she puts her hands on my shoulders and shakes them. Ah, I feel like I'm losing my head... With that in mind, I replied, "Ha, yes!" That's all I could do. Her mother is usually a very nice woman, but when it comes to her daughter, she can't see her surroundings. That's incredible.

"Ah, Euphemia. Are you home? It's still cute today."

"... I saw you again in the morning, didn't I, Father?

"No, Euphemia and Marcia are cute, so I don't get tired of watching them for hours."

It was Gideon Aiden, the father of Euphemia, who came down the stairs directly in front of the front door. Dandy's uncle will be a deledere to his wife and daughter, although he is a wonderful man with the arms to further develop the Marquis of Aiden. That's your father. By the way, your mother is two years older than your father.

"Ah, cute Euphemia. Can you tell me about the face-to-face with His Highness?... because Euphemia is so cute. I'm sure His Majesty liked it."

Your father looks happy when he says such a thing.... no, your daughter wasn't seen as "fiancé", she was seen as "sister" or "pet", and I can't tell you how much I ripped my mouth. I want my father and mother to be so happy in front of me and tell me if they can say anything.... beauty is a murder weapon in a sense.

"Come on, Euphemia. I have prepared your favorite sweets and tea in the tea space in the garden. Let's eat together and talk."

"Sweets!?"

... Ah, but that said, I've been eating sweets with Reginald earlier. I thought so, but the Aiden cook's skill is that it's wonderful. Well, some of it was because Euphemia asked me to cook a variety of dishes, but my original skill was also good because it was easy to cook. Of course it is.... uu, very attractive.

"The chef baked me brownies today.... I'm sure it's delicious."

I take a breath at such a mother's words.... Bye, Brownie. That's not one of Aiden's favorite treats...! It was certainly your mother's favorite treat.

Really? Well then, maybe I'll join you. "

"Yes, sir, thank you very much."

It seems that your father is also in favour of eating sweets together.... I honestly hate to talk to you. I don't want to be honest with you. But Brownie... that's very attractive. Ugh, what should I do? Besides, I didn't see any brownies in the confectionery I just ate... So, well, that's good, right?

"Oh, can I talk to you and have some brownies...?

"Of course."

My mother answers my question without hesitation.... alright, alright! It would be good to talk about it at this time. Let's be good at deception. Besides, Brownie's gonna run away. Yes, I have to eat Brownie now.

"I'll dig the roots, dig the leaves and listen to you."

That's why I ignored your horrible words.... there's a world where it's better not to ask.