This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

"Anyway, Jared needs to be more decent because he's going to be a court magician. Don't let someone with such a bad attitude tell you what to do."

"Even so, it hasn't become official yet."

"If you're not going to say no, you've made up your mind. The country and the sorcerer's association can't even think about letting you go right now, so you just have to be more dignified."

Karina smiled small at Olivier, dissatisfied with Jared's attitude.

I don't think Jared, familiar from a young age, was chosen as a court magician even if he looked at him this way. Because Karina herself is from a martial family, she knows exactly what kind of person is a samurai, but her son, who is as cute as her real son, did not look like a fighter from the eyes of her mother.

I can't say enough serenity, but I don't feel the glitzy, strong temper characteristic of a samurai. She's thin, she's working out, but at first glance, she doesn't think she's a strong person.

This is the same for Jared's grandfather and father.

Before Karina was still daughter-in-law, my father's friends had a rough body to see and looked like samurai. I guess that's why I was interested in Johann, my husband. He was also someone who, like Jared, had a skinny body and did not think he would use rough sword moves when the atmosphere was very much on the battlefield.

Karina doesn't know what Johann really thinks of Jared, but I think there are many similarities. That's why something prompted us to make up - no, I sincerely hoped we could reconcile.

"Jared is generally too shy of me and your mother. I want you to be more dignified like my fiancée."

"Phew."

Karina laughs at Olivier, who swells her cheeks, and Jared, who continues to listen to her even as she looks in trouble.

I'm laughing. And I envy you. In retrospect, Karina has never spent much time like them with her husband. I don't even think of it as misfortune, but I think I would have liked more time as a couple.

"Mother-in-law?

"I'm sorry, Olivier, your relationship made me laugh and envy you. Sounds like a couple already."

"Oh, my God, I can't believe we're a couple, mother-in-law..."

Olivier, who is so ashamed to suddenly look younger than her real age, is adorable even from Karina's eyes.

However, I thought my son, who was not upset at all despite being told he was a couple, was a reduction.

"If you two are close, I'd love to. Olivier, please give my regards to Mr. Jared."

"- Yes, there are many things I don't think I can do either, but I want to work hard with Jared"

When the two of them grinned and smiled, Jared felt and breathed relieved that the air he was straining was fogging because of Annette.

But Jared's ordeal came from here.

"Since you have taken me to your mansion, may I tell you a story about Mr. Jared's childhood?

"- Hey."

"Oh, please. Jared doesn't tell me much about himself, so I wanted to know. Yennie seems to have a lot of memories because she's my cousin, but I don't have one, so I was hoping to at least just talk to you."

"If so, few, but some pictures, would you like to see them?

"Yes, of course!

Olivier smiled like a sunflower. But Jared was in despair because he never thought it would be such a development.

Nothing means Olivier doesn't want me to know about the past. It reveals to her a past she can't talk about so much, such as meeting Luther, about Almeida, etc. I trust you, and I trust you. That's why the market had decided that more or less it was all about black history, such as my past passed on from my mother-in-law.

Especially when you lived in this mansion, you can be completely different from who you are today. If you put it in a nutshell - it's embarrassing.

Of course, neither Olivier nor Karina would ever guess Jared's mood or anything like that - no, I'm probably happy to guess.

There was no way he could beat the momentum of the two women, and Jared began eating the sweets he had prepared carelessly while trying to keep the uplifting fiancée and stepmother conversation out of his ear.

I'm trying to distract you a little.

"Oh, my God, Jared, you're cute when you're little."

"There are still similarities. In the meantime, even when you showed me your face..."

If you really want me to stop, crying in my heart, I ask God when will this pain end? Of course I haven't heard back.

Jared's expression is soft, even as he thinks about putting his face on at Loyk's.

To tell you the truth, though my brother-in-law, I was a little worried about whether my mother-in-law and Olivier, who were equally loving to me, would do it well.

I may not look at you frequently, but I want you to get along if you can. I hope so, it was about nature.

Jared doesn't want to leave Olivier any more. In the first place, it's been two months since I started living with her, but I don't like it once, I never thought I could.

One of Cornelia's things is cleared up, so maybe I'm sorry to help, but Jared thought he didn't want to lose touch with Olivier, who he truly cares about.

I want to believe that she also calls herself her fiancée and feels the same way because this is how she came to the raw house with me. No, she said she wanted to say hello to her grandparents too, so I feel the same way - and I think.

Looking at Olivier and Karina making her voice sound like she's having fun, I find it surprising.

- You're like sisters.

When I thought of it, I felt that my expression would loosen up.

But wait a minute, I think back. Now it's good that my fiancée and stepmother felt like sisters. I don't mind you getting along. But if you marry me sooner or later, my relationship will be with my in-laws.

- Yeah. You don't look like a parent or a child.

It reminds me that Olivier and Karina are not ten years apart.

Regardless, if you say that, Olivier will grieve - no, it is visible that he will be angry as a result of the fiery fire, so he consciously mumbled his mouth so that he never uttered it, releasing baked sweets with the momentum to cover it.

Before I said anything bad, when I was thinking about leaving this place - the door was knocked small.