Otome Game Mob Villain

Chapter 525

"W-What do you mean by scary? I thought I had considered things that would make Mel  happy, based on various books and documents..."

Hearing Kiel's pale-faced excuse, Meru let out a small sigh.

"Certainly, there might be women in this world who would be pleased by what you did. But think about it carefully."

Mel  leaned in close, her face right in front of his eyes and nose.

"Imagine a complete stranger continuously writing love letters addressed to you, carrying around your portrait, and then suddenly showing up at your house with a cart full of love letters and poems, whispering words of love. How would you feel if you were Kiel?"

"W-Well, I would certainly be surprised. But I am the 'Second Prince' of the empire, so isn't that a bit different from a complete stranger?"

"That's arrogance."

Without a moment's hesitation, Mel asserted.

"Thinking that just because you're the Second Prince, 'anyone would be happy if I did this' is, with all due respect, short-sighted. In fact, if you're going to flaunt your title as the Second Prince, Kiel, you need to be more cautious and humble. You've never actually done these things before, but you think you can based solely on books and knowledge from others. Do you know what people in the world generally call someone like that?"

Everyone was stunned by Meru's outburst, as if she had exploded with anger.

"W-What do they call them?"

Kiel faltered as he asked, and Meru glared at him, pointing her finger.

"They call them 'big-headed perverts.'"

"Wha..."

Kiel's eyes widened in shock, and he collapsed to his knees.

"What are you saying, Mel?"

"That's right, Mel-chan. You've made Lord Kiel fall to his knees!"

As Farah and I hurriedly spoke up, Meru blinked her eyes and said, "Huh?"

"But Mother always says that those who become noble wives have the role of offering harsh advice that others, due to status or position, cannot. Even if it means being disliked, standing firm and conveying it supports the family from behind."

"T-That may be true, but you don't have to say it in front of everyone like this."

Under everyone's gaze, Mother cleared her throat and spoke in a reproachful tone.

However, looking around, Asuna, Diana, and even the maids were shaking their shoulders, trying to hold back laughter.

"I-I'm a 'big-headed pervert'..."

At Kiel's stunned muttering, I hurriedly rushed over to him.

"Sorry for Mel's harsh words. Kiel, are you okay?"

"My apologies. Though it was meant as advice, my daughter should have chosen her words more carefully. I also apologize."

Father followed up after me, but his use of the word "advice" subtly rubbed salt in the wound.

I was about to point out that it wasn't exactly encouraging, but Kiel gave a self-deprecating smile and relaxed his lips.

"I see. Everyone here must have thought the same."

He slowly stood up and gazed off into the distance toward the imperial capital, as if remembering something.

"Now that I think about it, when I told the female librarians about this, their faces did seem a bit strained. Looking back, they were probably trying to subtly tell me to stop."

As Kiel said this, all the women present nodded in unison.

Everyone was thinking, "He's the Second Prince of the empire, so we should cut him some slack."

"So, that's how it was."

Meru cut in with a triumphant look.

"Everyone must have been holding back. But given my position, I'd like to point things out without restraint. Is that okay?"

"Yes, please do. In fact, I'd like to ask you to."

As he extended his hand, the two of them shook hands.

"And feel free to speak more casually from now on."

"Really? Okay, let's get along then."

As Mel smiled with narrowed eyes, Kiel's cheeks turned red.

It's nice to see them getting along, but for some reason, I feel a bit impatient and strangely uneasy.

"Fufu, Lord Rid, are you jealous?"

"Eh, no, no. Not at all."

As I shook my head at Farah's whisper, Kiel muttered, "By the way..."

"What should we do about that?"

Following his gaze, there was a cart piled high with love letters and poems he had been writing for over a year.

"Ah, that..."

I forced a smile as I replied, but honestly, I had no idea what to do.

It would be a shame to dispose of them, but leaving them in the cart wasn't an option either.

We could store them somewhere, but that also felt a bit off.

"Brother, can we store the contents of that cart in the new mansion? It'll take time, but I'll go through all of it."

"Eh, that's fine, but are you really going to read through all of it?"

As I asked, Kiel also leaned forward.

"Meldi, you don't have to push yourself. I'll take responsibility for disposing of them."

As he said this somewhat sadly, Mel smiled with narrowed eyes.

"No, that won't do. Kiel, you just expressed your feelings for me in the wrong way. But the fact that you wrote them for me is true, right? So, I want to cherish those feelings."

"Meldi. You're such a kind girl."

As Kiel smiled happily, everyone present softened their expressions at the heartwarming scene.

To me, though, Mel seemed to be grinning mischievously.

"By the way, Meldi, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well, I was wondering if you have an ideal image of the person you want as your fiancé."

At Kiel's question, Meru made a thinking gesture and glanced alternately at Father and me.

"Hmm, well. Someone with the strength of Father, who's called the 'Sword of the Empire,' and the magic and unpredictability of Brother, who's known as the 'Unconventional Adventurer.'"

"U-Unpredictability..."

It's nice to be mentioned, but couldn't she have phrased it differently?

Looking over, Father didn't seem entirely displeased, his cheeks slightly relaxed.

But Kiel's shoulders slumped.

"I-I see. I'll try my best to get closer to them."

"Hey, Kiel, you can't give up from the start."

"Eh..."

As he tilted his head, Meru continued in a strong tone.

"Try it first, and if it really doesn't work, then think of another way. Of course, there are times when careful consideration is needed, but I want to see the spirit of trying first."

Mel leaned in close, looking up at Kiel with upturned eyes.

How cunning. Since when did my little sister become so cunning and cute?

"O-Okay. You're right. I'll try it first."

"Good, do your best, Kiel."

As their conversation settled, Father cleared his throat.

"Well, it's about time. Everyone, let's head inside. Meru, show Kiel around."

"Okay, Father."

With Meru's cheerful voice as the cue, everyone started moving.

I hurried over to Mel and whispered in her ear.

"...Are you really okay with moving the contents of the cart to the new mansion?"

"Yep. Besides, it might come in handy as a 'trump card' if something happens."

"Wha..."

Mel smiled sweetly, then grabbed Kiel's hand and briskly led him into the mansion.

Love letters and poems written in large quantities for a fiancé before they were even engaged.

While they might be cute memories from childhood, having the actual items brought out as an adult would likely make the writer writhe in embarrassment.

Probably, the 'trump card' Meru mentioned refers to something like that.

"What a terrifying girl."

As I watched my sister's innocent smile, I couldn't help but feel the resilience and cunning of a noble lady