The banquet at Phoenix Butterfly Fort had ended at eight o'clock.
Back in their residence, Vera, as she was slipping off her high heels, said to her husband:
"Colin, Lady Grace just told me that Count Morrison wishes to marry cousin Nina and wants me to help."
Colin laughed out loud on the spot - Scholar Doan had indeed guessed correctly.
The Morrison family really won't marry anyone but a St. Hilde!
Was this some sort of perverse obsession, or an unshakeable family tradition, or…did they have other intentions?
Colin did not know this so-called Nina St. Hilde, but even a female relative of a side branch, despite also bearing the surname St. Hilde, it shouldn't be enough to warrant such relentless pursuit from a titled count.
"How could you help? The Duke of St. Hilde just passed away, the position of head of the family is vacant, even if Count Morrison wants to marry cousin Nina, there's nobody capable of making the decision."
