The rain fell in droplets outside on the big day of the Lockhart Count Family.

The Lockharts were still unaware of the weather, and their servants were hurriedly proceeding to work on the party preparations.

“Is that everything for the chicken?”

“Who put fingerprints on all the silverware I spent so much time polishing?”

They had no time to slack off.

The Earl and Countess of Lockhart had poured their hearts and souls into this event, and no mistakes could be made.

There was only one purpose for today’s party.

The Lockhart family was looking for a husband for Britia Lockhart, the younger sister and twin of the Earl.

“I didn’t have enough invitations, so I made more in a hurry”.

Leon, the paladin of the Holy Valendug Knights and the youngest of the three Lockhart brothers and sisters who had dressed up early and finished preparing, arrived.

“I sent the invitation to everyone, including my classmate, the graduates who are still single, and the teachers.”

Leon’s shoulder shot up into the sky as if he were proud of the amazing feat he had accomplished.

However, Britia’s expression was not happy as she turned to look at her younger brother.

She was at a loss since she was feeling so overwhelmed by the fact that she was the star of the party today.

“Don’t worry, I’ve bragged about how beautiful my sister is.”

Even in this kind of circumstance, her younger brother was the only one who could babble on without seeming out of place.

“The number of invitations you sent is useless”.

Earl Lockhart, the oldest of the three siblings, spoke up while lounging on the couch and leisurely reading the newspaper.

“The important thing is the number of people who accepted the invitation.”

Leon was unable to respond to Earl’s query regarding the number of invited guests that would be attending.

“While you were sending the invitation, why didn’t you invite our parents as well?”

And the Earl, who was trying to make fun of his younger brother, said while grinning.

Because five years had passed since the death of their parents.

“Even a man with such a horrible personality was able to marry.
It doesn’t make sense that you, my sister, will be unable to find one.”

Leon spoke in a low voice to Britia while looking annoyed after hearing his brother making fun of him.

“Leon Lockhart, I can hear everything.”

“Even his hearing is quite impressive.”

The Earl smirked when he saw that his younger brother was also making fun of him.

“Let’s imagine for a moment that a few kind and lazy gentlemen accept Lenny’s invitation.”

“What do you mean by few!”

“Just a handful of your jolly buddies.”

The Earl changed the phrases when Leon got angry, but they remained the same.
He carried out what he said despite his booing brother’s attempts to stop him.

“This time, both my wife and I have put in a lot of work, so I think we have quite a few guests.”

While fiddling with his beard, the Earl expressed excitement about the event.

“That’s too much.”

Britia’s sighs and mutterings went unnoticed by the siblings, who were engaged in a heated verbal brawl.

“So, my dear brother, how many wonderful people have you invited?”

Leon sent a disdainful glance in the Earl’s direction.

“The Marquess of Slanford.”

He made a haughty gesture as he remarked while raising his chin.

“What Marquis?”

“It’s Slanford, Lenny.”

“That socialite freak?”

[T/N : “Socialite” someone, usually of high social class, who is famous for going to a lot of parties and social events: a wealthy socialite.]

Upon hearing him, Leon gave a dry laugh.

“To choose our sister’s husband, you invited that freak to the party? Brother, are you out of your mind?”


Britia’s eyes widened in shock when she heard her brother inviting someone with such personality, and she called out to the Earl.

The Lockhart Count family was going to throw a party on that day.
Of course, she and the guests had to dance at least once in accordance with aristocratic custom, and that person was included in the group.

“I find it tough to keep up with someone like him.
Being with someone who is so lavish would completely overwhelm me.”

“Don’t make that face, Tia.
I won’t even advise you to go on a date with that guy, no matter what.”

What did he mean by date?

She was finding it very hard to just stand in front of him.
Speaking of dating, the very thought of it made her feel sick.

“You can trust me, sister.
The Marquis was not one of the candidates I invited to be your husband.”

Britia was calmed by the Earl’s soothing tone.

“So why did you send him an invitation?”

A big smile appeared on Earl’s face as Leon, who was bewildered by his brother’s behavior, questioned him with suspicion.

“That man is very popular in social gatherings.”

“So what?”

“Do you know how many responses I received of accepting the invitation when word spread that he would be attending the party?”

The Earl raised his two fingers, beaming broadly.

“I’ve got 20 letters.
Within a day!”

“So you’re using that clown to attract guests, right?”

“Call it strategy, Lenny.”

‘This is all for our Britia’ he said proudly.

“Wow, brother, What a letdown.”

Leon mockingly laughed at his brother.

“Are you that sure of yourself just because you invited that jerk?”

“Do you have a person in mind who is more social than he is and who has the ability to attract people’s attention?”

Earl Lockhart struggled in his own way to hear the Marquis’s definitive response that he would attend.

But it bothered him that he still hadn’t received the confirmation from him and that it appeared as though he was being neglected.

“And here I thought my elder brother had invited the renown “Mad Dog of The North….”

Leon smirked as he observed his brother’s expression.

“I’m not an emperor who could call the crazy dog whenever he wanted, and how can you call a crazy dog that never leaves the north, much less attends a party?”

The Earl laughed while telling his brother to quit talking rubbish.

He had really given him an invitation two weeks ago, but the Earl was quiet about it.
Considering that he didn’t even receive a rejection reply.

“I didn’t invite the mad dog, even though I knew the hall would likely be crowded with curious onlookers if he showed up.”

Even though he lied in front of his siblings to boost his self-esteem, the Earl couldn’t help but regretfully click his tongue.

The mad dog of the north, Sig Turas.

He was a man who carried many frightening legends, treated as if he were a legendary beast.

Young-ae, who ventured to look at him from the front a few years ago, turned to stone.

And ironically, he never met him at a party and instead ran into him somewhere else, despite his best efforts to avoid running into him.

“If a timid person like me looked at him, I would surely turn to stone.”

Britia exhaled a sigh of rel

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