“Anything to refute?”

“Uh…”

Facing her eldest sister’s interrogation, Torina was momentarily speechless.

“The Dewell family keeps no idle hands.” This was the clan’s core rule.

Even as the head’s daughter, achieving nothing meant scorn. Stripped of inheritance and cast out penniless—or obediently wedded off as a political tool to secure alliances.

Just like the squad captain in the original story: useless, idle, abandoned even after the protagonist crushed him.

Now, Torina was the one roasting over flames.

The hall fell deathly silent. Guests held their breath, watching the sisters clash. Molly didn’t flinch—she knew no sane person admired Torina’s temperament. All that mattered was her title: “Second Young Miss of House Dewell.”

“Well, Torina? Anything left to say?”

“Uh… I just feel… is this really…”

“Hold on!”

Annawiel, pushed past her limit, finally spoke:

“Complete nonsense! Molly Dewell—don’t you care about your sister’s own will? Every reason you gave is—”

“Impudent! Who gave you leave to speak? Or can’t my foolish sister even control the dog at her side?”

“What did you—”

“Skip the emotional plea. Refute my points—with logic.”

“Ugh~~~~~!”

Molly’s gaze pinned Annawiel like a guard dog. Even the fiery, sharp-tongued Annawiel froze under that pressure, words dying in her throat.

*(So this is Torina’s elder sister? Such crushing aura…)*

She scrambled inwardly for a comeback. Molly glanced at her once more:

*(Hm? This girl… the Alphareis family’s young miss? Why’s she here? Wasn’t she sacrificed long ago? …Not my concern.)*

Molly cleared her throat, towering over Torina with icy finality:

“No rebuttal? Then—”

BOOM!!!!

A deafening crash shattered the tension.

Even Molly flinched, turning with the crowd toward the sound—behind Torina.

Mylora.

The Fungal King Greatsword, usually sealed in her spatial compression pack, now slammed deep into the marble floor. Its rough, massive blade stood like a life-sized tombstone.

“Hold on, Lady Molly. Let Torina finish speaking first.”

Mylora stood firm, unshaken by the heir of House Dewell’s aura, eyes blazing straight at Molly.

Her delicate frame against the colossal sword created a striking contrast—yet radiated undeniable presence.

“…Oh? One of my silly sister’s dogs actually has spine.”

“Please avoid degrading remarks!”

“My mistake. But what’s your point? Torina clearly has nothing to say.”

“She doesn’t need to! Marriage is *her* choice—not yours to decide! She’ll find who suits her. Frankly, few are worthy!”

Mylora’s voice rang with conviction, momentum surging.

Molly merely smirked. She swept a hand toward the most lavishly dressed guests:

“This is Keloran Papatin, third son of House Papatin—strong, handsome.”

“Santino Corleone, heir of the Corleone line—mature, dependable.”

“Will Gracis of House Gracis—bespectacled gentleman, elegant and poised.”

“Todd Howard, scion of the Beisai Merchant Guild—sharp, efficient… and *just works*.”

“Shangguan Batiang, Gewendelin Arnorlund, Soro Zoutian, Griek Malenia… All scions of noble houses. Handpicked by me—top contenders for the ceremony! Each gifted, skilled, resilient. At least one *must* suit her!”

“Worthiness isn’t yours to judge! It’s Torina’s will! She is *herself*—not a marriage pawn!” Mylora shot back.

“Enough! You overstep, Miss Milora Sistem. A servant has no voice here. Your words change nothing.”

“Then I’ll join! Compete alongside them! Does *that* grant me standing?”

“…Hah? *You’re* joining?”

Molly blinked. The hall teetered on laughter, staring at Mylora like she’d lost her mind.

“You? Seriously?”

“Absolutely serious!”

“No—wait! This is a martial marriage contest, not a tea party! You’re not even—”

“BUT TORINA IS A SUPER ULTRA MEGA LESBIAN!!!!”

“……………………Huh?”

“““““““““………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………HUH?”””””””””

Molly froze.

Everyone froze.

Torina looked like a paused animation.

Annawiel’s jaw dropped.

Patti glanced away, flustered.

Only Mylora—Phoenix Overlord spirit blazing—charged on:

“She’s never into men! Sneaks into maidens’ beds! Gifts scandalously lacy lingerie! Watches girls change! Drags them into shared baths! Publicly sends ‘silver party’ invites! After a girl fight? First thing—peel clothes off! Don’t believe me? Ask Garden Town—who’s the Central Continent’s #1 predatory lesbian—”

“STOP! STOP! DON’T SAY ANOTHER WORD!!!!!!”

Steam practically curled from Torina’s ears. She lunged, clamping both hands over Mylora’s mouth. *Ruined!* Worse than social death! She wanted to vanish back to Earth *now*!

“Y-you… y-you y-you—”

Molly staggered back, aura twisting the air.

“Torina… you… I thought you were merely lazy and unruly… but… a lesbian?! A *pervert*?! You shameless—!!!!”

“Big sis, it’s not my fault!!!!”

“So… she lied?”

“Uh… not *entirely* false…”

“YOU ADMIT IT?! YOU—!!!!!!”

“Sorrysorrysorry! B-but… she said it! Can’t you just… let it go? *Please?*”

“As eldest daughter, I *must* correct you! And how do I know you’re not colluding?! After the ceremony—you *will* accept this engagement!!!!”

“Torina won’t marry any of them! Because *I*, Milora Sistem, will win to the very end!!!!”

“Then let strength decide the truth!!!”