Chapter 209: One hundred and fifty-five: End of Summer (3)
"Shela, haven’t you gone out to see that little boyfriend of yours lately?" Mr. Mischael looked at the newspaper in his hand, his leg encased in plaster, watching his sister push the door open and walk in with a mix of curiosity, puzzlement, and an eighty percent feigned smile.
To speak of it, his sister having a boyfriend was something that delighted Mr. Mischael; he was overjoyed that his sister finally had someone to love, and even more so that the Nobles of Carterburg seemed to have completed their ritual... Yes, that damned ritual.
It was a sin that could only rot away in the hearts of those involved, and it was also the reason Mischael had to painstakingly select his targets for revenge after his initial anger subsided.
But regardless, his sister deserved a good outcome, and that Jason kid wasn’t too bad. Although those who took up close combat professions weren’t generally the sharpest, at least the youngster had a handsome face and a fine physique, worthy of his Highlander lineage. In this world, apart from the elves and the giants, there was scarcely any life that could uniformly grow to be over one meter eighty like the Highlanders.
"I’m very tired, brother. I’m going to sleep first," the sister pouted and greeted her brother before heading upstairs, "By the way, how many times have you broken your leg this year?"
"The third time. The first was when I sprained my ankle at home, the second was half a year ago when a runaway carriage ran me over in the street, and this time was when a horse went mad in the street, and I was accidentally kicked trying to control it."
"...Brother, take good care of yourself."
"Dear, I know," he replied.