I Became A Playwright In Medieval Fantasy

Chapter 44

"Why is that? Do you think my sister is not good enough to be your bride?"

It seemed that the young prince had taken my reaction as a rejection, as he quickly began to babble, listing his sister's virtues and flaws.

"Th-think about it! My sister is the most beautiful woman in the empire, and she's even the Crown Princess, set to inherit the throne! If you marry her, you’ll become the royal consort of this nation!"

"The royal consort, you say?"

"Of course! I know my sister’s temperament is fierce! She’s the kind of person who would rule her husband with an iron grip! If you're into gentle and demure women, she might not be your type!"

The prince shut his mouth, seemingly trying to come up with more excuses. Soon enough, he spoke again in a firm tone.

"But! Yes! The servants say there's a proverb like this: 'Men are for women, and women are for men!'"

...Are you sixty years old? Where did you even hear that proverb?

Suddenly, a cold voice, tinged with amusement, came from behind me.

"I heard you fainted, so I rushed over, only to hear something quite interesting, little brother?"

"Eek?! S-sister!"

It was Diana von Clausewitz, the Crown Princess of the Holy Empire and Wolfgang’s sister, standing with her arms crossed and a smile on her face.

...However, it was far from a normal smile.

"So, Wolfgang, why are you trying to arrange your sister's marriage without her consent?"

“Uh, uh, th-that’s...”

The prince’s pupils quaked as if an earthquake had hit, and it seemed like he finally realized what kind of mistake he had been making.

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