Garius's calm voice cut through the laughter, steady, commanding, and carrying the weight of authority.
"Now… about your request, Marcellus."
The room instantly fell silent. The air grew heavy.
Marcellus straightened, his confident grin fading into a nervous half-smile. "Y… yes, esteemed Father?"
Garius's gaze settled on him.
"Since you've passed the marriageable age, and since you've formally requested my approval before… I have no objection. You may marry Lithia and Harny, once this operation concludes and Princess Kliatana assumes her position as ruler of the Arjam Region."
Marcellus blinked, surprise flickering across his face before his shoulders relaxed in relief. "T–thank you, esteemed Father."
A soft chuckle escaped Garius. "But truly, Marcellus… a mother and daughter pair?" His lips curved faintly. "You certainly don't lack ambition."
