In the original story, the bad-ass captain had a fiancée, who was then wooed by the Protagonist and even helped the Protagonist against the captain.
In reality, this means Torina had a fiancé, who then got together with Milora and helped Milora against Torina.
However, in Torina’s current memories, she never officially engaged with anyone.
Although there were countless suitors, her playful nature led her to refuse them all, so she didn’t take it to heart.
Besides, with Milora as a companion, such a thing was impossible.
But now it seems—
(So… the plot not detailed in the original was actually like this? Through family arrangements, Torina gained a fiancé at the family ceremony, and this happened after the original Protagonist left the group…)
This was completely unexpected! Torina scratched her head in frustration, while Patty looked at her with concern, and Milora and Anna-veil looked as if the sky was falling.
“Is she getting married?”
“It’s just an engagement!”
“That’s still a big deal, right?”
“Yeah! Did she ever mention it to you?”
“No! Did she to you?”
“Nope!”
The two kept whispering to each other.
“That bastard Morai… it must be her doing.
I’m going to confront her right now!” Torina instructed the coachman to change direction, heading straight for the most luxurious mansion in the city center.
This was no small matter; she had to immediately find her sister and get to the bottom of it.
In the original, the captain had an older brother, an older sister, and a younger brother (in descending order of age).
In this gender-swapped world, the older brother became an older sister, the sister became a brother, and the younger brother became a sister.
Morai Deville corresponds to the original older brother Monlai Deville, and her child, originally the captain’s niece, is now a nephew.
“Morai is my sister, fourteen years older than me.
She got married and had children early, then divorced.
She’s the eldest of the current family head’s four children, and she hosts the annual ceremony.”
On the way to Morai’s mansion, Torina explained the situation to the three.
“She’s never really liked me, and our relationship is… rather strained? Anyway, I don’t like her either… she’s too strong-willed, always thinking she’s right, and most of the time she is, which makes her really annoying.”
“But she doesn’t have the right to meddle in your marriage, does she?” Milora said unwillingly.
“She’s your sister, not your parents.
Does she have the authority to decide your spouse?”
“She manages many of the family’s business ventures and has connections with politicians from various countries.
She’s an impressive woman… If nothing goes wrong, she’ll be the next family head.
Dad and Mom are already handing over core affairs and networks to her, so her voice carries a lot of weight in the family right now.”
“Still, you’re her sister, right? Just give her a good scolding in private,” Anna-veil said disdainfully.
“Isn’t it normal for sisters to fight? And I know your Deville family has always valued strength.
Can’t you just beat her up?”
“The problem is… even though she does administrative work, her combat skills aren’t weak.”
Among the four siblings, in terms of combat ability, it’s 2≈4>>1>3, with Torina, the third, at the bottom…
“Morai may not be as good as my warrior brother or my sister who was chosen for the hero team, but she’s not someone I can handle… Ah, we’re here!”
Upon arrival, Torina quickly jumped out of the carriage and rushed into the mansion, with the other three hurriedly following.
“Sis!!!” Torina angrily pushed open the door—
The next second, a huge wave of sound engulfed her.
In front of her was the mansion’s hall.
The tables were filled with dishes, and glasses clinked—a grand banquet indeed.
It was still morning, not even lunchtime, yet there was a banquet…?
Torina paused at the door, and a spotlight suddenly shone on her, drawing all the guests’ attention to the entrance—then they swarmed around her.
“Miss Torina?”
“Hello!”
“Nice to meet you!”
“I’ve heard so much about you!”
“My goodness, you’re even more beautiful than in the paintings!”
“What beauty!”
“You’re my angel!”
“My goddess!”
“I’m from the xx family!”
“I’m from the oo royal family!”
“I’m the leader of the xx adventure group!”
“I’m the commander of the oo corps!”
“I’m from the xo society!”
“I will surely win your heart at this ceremony!”
“Please, you must look at me!”
“Being favored by you is an honor for our entire family!”
Voices, voices, all kinds of voices made Torina’s head ache.
The way these people looked at her was clearly like they were eyeing a lamb to be slaughtered.
Whoever won her would become the son-in-law of the great Deville family, an irresistible temptation.
“What the hell…”
“So noisy…”
“Tsk tsk tsk.”
Milora, Anna-veil, and Patty also came in, but were blocked by the crowd, unable to get close to Torina.
“Everyone, please give Miss Torina some space… Second Miss, we’ve been expecting you.”
An Old Butler, seemingly emerging from the shadows, gently parted the crowd and respectfully greeted Torina.
His appearance startled Milora, and Anna-veil instinctively gripped the gun on her back, their combat instincts instantly recognizing the old man’s strength.
“…Long time no see, Grandpa Sebas, your age spots have increased.” Torina awkwardly greeted the Old Butler.
“Hehe, Second Miss, you still have a way with words.
If the master saw—”
“Stop, can you disperse this crowd first? I’m here to see my sister, where is she?”
“As for her…”
“You’re still as rude as ever, Torina.”
A voice suddenly echoed from above, rippling through the hot air of the hall.
The previously noisy voices fell silent.
Everyone looked up to see a beautiful and imposing woman descending the grand staircase.
Like Torina, she had black hair and red eyes, with a similar face, but her aura was on a completely different level.
“…Isn’t this my dear sister? Saying such things to the world’s cutest sister upon meeting? What a lovely family bond.”
Torina slightly furrowed her brows.
“If you can be considered cute, then a rotting corpse in a grave is unparalleled in beauty.”
Morai casually retorted, her high heels clicking with each step, like sharp chisels striking the eardrums, causing unease.
“I’ll get straight to the point, sis.
Were those posters around the city your doing? Was it your idea to use me for a marriage alliance?”
“It was me, any problem with that?” Morai descended the stairs, took a glass of red wine from the Old Butler, and sipped it.
Her leisurely and straightforward attitude was impeccable, as if she were questioning Torina instead of the other way around.
Torina tried to glare back, not wanting to be overwhelmed by her sister’s presence:
“Using me to lure in suitors? When did our noble Deville family fall to selling daughters?”
“‘Introducing a partner for the Second Miss’ and ‘selling daughters’ are the same thing? Don’t play such childish word games.”
“…Then give me a reason?”
“There are three reasons: First, after all these years, you’ve achieved nothing in either civil or military affairs, contributing nothing to the family; second, your unruly and irresponsible nature since childhood means marriage could force you to mature; third, your greatest asset is your appearance, and there’s no other value besides marriage alliances—do you have any rebuttal?”
“Uh…”
