[ Initiating Marriage Bond ]
DING!
[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]
[ Milestone Achieved: Second Wife Acquired ]
[ Domain Expanded to 3 meters ]
[ Telepathy Link Established ]
[ Memory Formed: 25/100 ]
[ Congratulations for increasing the love value to 25 parameters ]
’What?’ Looking towards the system window, even after half an hour, I wasn’t able to process how it was showing that there were already 25 important moments that had formed between Aleriana and me.
As per the system, the memory formation consists of small events that influence one’s memories—moments that they consider an inseparable part of their life, which they would not forget ever.
Just like how initially with Valeriana it only showed 1/100 moments, which seemed to have already reached saturation, considering there was no other formation of memories occurring for a while that she valued to remember.
’Why does she find so many things memorable like this?’ Considering there were not many moments that could be considered delicate and inseparable parts, it was confusing for me to understand why Aleriana would prioritize keeping these memories to herself, which, in truth, were not of that importance as there were no moments between us that I could consider special.
[ Host, it appears she is treating each of the moments with you as precious memories. ]
’....’ Though I had this doubt, hearing it from the system naturally flickered my gaze toward the table where the noblewomen were seated.
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Only for that moment did I make eye contact with the princess, who was still looking at me through the cyclones.
Before her, I could see a stiff environment around that table, showing how the princess had most likely threatened those noblewomen, creating that grim atmosphere.
So, seeing this, it was already hard for me to consider that a woman who could naturally threaten so many noblewomen in front of everyone would regard small memories with me as something precious.
However, the chances of the system being wrong here seemed slim, considering it was a known fact that I had come to accept: it is hard to understand women whose thinking might not align with what others decipher from their exterior appearance.
Thus, the chances of Aleriana really having a different approach toward me than what she showed were possible.
’What an amusing thing to have.’ Not able to help but slightly chuckle, I shook my head, folded my hands, and closed my eyes for that moment as I found it amusing.
Maybe the information I had from the original story had a few hidden elements that I was unaware of, given that the story only touched the upper layers of things that were of importance rather than showing exactly what the major characters felt.
"Prince, it appears you are really pleased about this marriage," came a voice interrupting me out of my thoughts. I opened my eyes to meet one of the noblemen who were of baronial rank.
Most of those present here belonged to either barons or the fallen ranks of marquesses who had lost their titles after being challenged by other rising families.
Given the whole rule, nobility titles were temporary, with power being the parameter to decide their overall strength.
Any family could challenge another to rise in rank.
Of course, they mostly avoided this for the big families, but for the lower ones, it was normal though still not frequent.
The evidence of this was these noblemen who were either fallen from their ranks after being defeated by their contemporaries or belonged to noble families that never produced a potential cultivator.
A weak team of dogs following the trail of the lioness while expecting to get some meat crumbs for themselves without realizing that the lioness keeps them near to use them as backup in case she gets hungry during her hunt.
"Indeed, it seems Sir Marquess has sharp eyes," I replied, giving a small nod. The smile on that man’s face faltered as he heard me referring to him by the title he had lost long ago, a bitter expression forming as he turned his gaze down in embarrassment.
"H-he is not Marquess now, Prince," one of them said, most probably thinking that, since I had been mostly isolated in the northern territory, I would not know that the Marquess had lost his title, so he tried to clarify it to me.
Not that I was going to highlight every single error. Since I was already married to the Lioness, shouldn’t I also be considered a lion?
[ More like a pig, Host. ]
’Shut up, dumbass.’ Seeing how the system with its stupidity was trying to break my flow, I silenced it before focusing my attention on the nobleman who had tried to inform me. "Oh, pardon me then, Baron."
"....."
"...He is not Baron, Prince."
"Oh, I see, Count," again, hearing the other chimed in while scratching his chin. The atmosphere at the table was slowly turning into one filled with embarrassment as the noblemen, one after another, were turning their heads down, trying to clarify only to feel demotivated as others spoke.
"....."
"H-he is not Count."
"I see—" he turned toward the one who spoke. I tried to give him the same answer I had given to others, but he was smart enough to understand, so he halted me.
"A simple merchant, Prince. I am not Baron anymore." Without being embarrassed like the others, the young man I referred to appeared to be around the same age as Kyle.
Most likely, he had come here as a proxy for his father and, unlike these old men, seemed bold enough to explain his family’s status without attributing it to a title.
’A merchant, huh?’ Hearing how he referred to himself as a merchant, it was clear that the family who had defeated this noble family belonged to a merchant’s lineage, and after defeat, the titles were exchanged between them.
After all, according to the power system, where titles were exchanged with defeats, and hearing him mention that the family which defeated them once belonged to a merchant, a name came to mind. Although I was not sure, there was only one merchant family I knew of, according to the original plot. I casually stated, ’Roherians?’
"Um, yes"
’Huh?’