Chapter 8. Nothing
A soft smile adorned my face. "Tell me, sis," I said, my tone growing softer, more serious. "What's the whole shenanigan with this marriage?"
She blinked steadily at first, processing my question. Then, as her little brain finally registered what I had asked, her mouth fell slightly open in shock.
She scratched her head, smiling awkwardly. "It was something Isolde did." Her eyes darted away, avoiding mine. "To confirm her suspicions about Lucian's affairs."
I nodded, taking in the information, analyzing it carefully. My gaze locked onto her as I asked my next question. "Since when have you been isekai-ed here exactly?"
She tapped a finger against her lips, deep in thought. "About a few weeks," she finally said.
I furrowed my brows. It took Isolde that long to arrange a marriage? That was unlike her. If she had walked in on Lucian in such a compromising situation, she would have acted almost instantly. I expected more from her. Truthfully, I was disappointed by how slow she had been.
I clicked my tongue, though, in the end, this situation worked in my favor.
With a sharp nod, I locked eyes with Mia, who was twirling a strand of her silky black hair between her fingers. "Alright. Let's annul that stupid marriage."
As I turned my back to her and gestured for her to follow, I heard a small, shocked gasp escape her lips. Within seconds, she had caught up, grabbing my hand in a tight grip.
"Hey!! Hey!! You don't understand! They aren't just normal aristocrats; they are counts, for f*cks sake!" Her voice carried genuine fear. "Show some goddamn respect."
I tilted my head slightly, my lips curling into a mischievous smirk. "So?"