Eros was momentarily stunned by the figure of one million pounds. That much? In his previous life, that would be the equivalent of a billion dollars in the 80s or 90s. Beside him, Undine was equally wide-eyed and speechless.

  Noticing her children's shock, Estelle explained in a gentle tone:

  "While I am not entirely sure what believers mean to a deity, it is undeniable that they serve a purpose to the Divine."

  "And you, my child—you have been personally baptized by a Great One, you are chosen by the artifact wielded by our Ancestor, and you possess a noble lineage. Your future may not end at mere 'Sublimity.' When the time comes, these people you’ve helped might just become your believers."

  "It’s just a bit of money," she added calmly. "Consider it a casual move on the chessboard of the future."

  Eros was genuinely impressed. His mother was thinking so far ahead she was already preparing for his eventual ascension to a divine throne. After a moment, he could only marvel: "As expected of you, Mama!"

  Estelle was long accustomed to her youngest son’s unconventional way of speaking. Undine, however, was confused. She had been sitting right there, listening to every word, so why did she feel so lost? Am I just stupid? At that thought, a look of dejection crossed her small face.

  With nothing left to do, Eros began teasing his "weak but playful" sister. Mhm, Undine really is cute. Estelle sat to the side, sipping her tea while watching her two children play.

  In the afternoon, Eros arrived at Viscount Kenfield’s residence as scheduled.

  When the Viscount had received the visiting card the previous day, he had been overwhelmed by the honor. He hadn't expected the heir of such a top-tier noble family to visit in person. He immediately shared the news with his wife and daughter. Madam Kenfield was surprised, but seeing the sweet smile on her younger daughter’s face, she—being a clever woman—quickly realized what was happening.

  She looked at her daughter and asked with a mix of doubt and certainty, "Syphreya, are you close with His Highness?"

  Hearing his wife’s question, the Viscount recalled something. "A few days ago, that Larrywatt boy seemed to have a conflict with the Prince over Syphreya. In the end, Viscount Sibei had to fork over a third of his assets just to beg for forgiveness."

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  He didn't know the specifics, only that there was a clash involving his daughter. He had assumed it was one-sided on Syphreya’s part, but looking at this visiting card now, that didn't seem right.

  Syphreya’s beautiful face flushed a deep crimson at her mother's question. Her voice was shy yet laced with sweetness: "I am already his woman."

  The Viscount and his wife exchanged a look, their eyes filled with conflicting emotions. Finally, Madam Kenfield carefully chose her words:

  "Syphreya, you know that the marriage partners of high nobility must be of equally noble status and bloodline. When the current Duke married a Count’s daughter, it already caused a massive stir. Your father is merely a Viscount without a fief."

  Syphreya shook her head, her tone remaining sweet. "It doesn’t matter!"

  Madam Kenfield was speechless. What does it matter if YOU think it doesn't matter? Does that mean his family will just let you marry in? Wait. The Duke’s wife was a woman of significantly lower status. Perhaps their family didn't care about "matching doors and windows" (equal social status). Maybe... there really is a chance.

  The couple looked at each other again and fell silent, both clearly thinking the same thing. As for the engagement between Syphreya and Larrywatt—between a future Viscount and a future Duke, even a fool would know how to choose. They weren't "large black wild boars," after all. Of course, they wouldn't officially break the engagement yet; they would simply play dumb about their daughter’s affair. It was common among nobility, wasn't it?

  Having made their decision, they set about preparing for their distinguished guest.

  When Eros arrived at the Kenfield residence the next day, the couple and their daughter were already at the door to greet him. Eros bowed to the couple with the etiquette a junior shows to elders, which left them feeling quite honored. Beside them, Syphreya’s eyes curved into crescent moons, her smile radiant.

  After the greetings, Eros instructed his servants to bring in the prepared gifts. He was then welcomed inside, where the atmosphere was one of harmonious joy. After some small talk, the Kenfield couple, sensing the timing, excused themselves to give the two youngsters some space.

  The moment her parents were gone, Syphreya could no longer contain herself and lunged into Eros’s arms. Eros laughed and patted her back while she nuzzled her face against his chest, a blissful smile on her lips.

  After a moment of cuddling, Syphreya suddenly looked up, her eyes watery and her smile seductive. "I heard of a new 'method' from Miss Mary, darling. Do you want to try it?"

  Eros’s mouth twitched. What on earth has this 'Miss Mary' been teaching her? He stroked Syphreya’s hair and said with a hint of helplessness, "I didn't come here just because I wanted that."

  In truth, he wasn't lying. He hadn't even had the thought before arriving.

  Syphreya pursed her lips and smiled bashfully. "Actually... I wanted it!"

  Seeing Eros’s hesitation, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, acting spoiled: "Darling! Please satisfy me~ Let’s go to the balcony together."

  Eros was thunderstruck. Broad daylight? Is this really okay? Is this appropriate? ...Can I actually say no?