Talk, Eat, & ...

Sebastian wandered through the hallways of Acier's private villa, the sun dipping below the horizon. He'd just returned to the estate and immediately told Alfred to get some well-deserved rest—God knew the butler needed it after running nonstop around the kingdom for four straight days.

On the flight back to the Clover Kingdom, they'd somehow ended up talking about Damnatio's mother. Didn't expect that, Sebastian mused as he neared Acier's room. That kid could use a hug.

Just before leaving the main estate to head to Acier's villa, Alfred's assistant, Jeeves, had handed him a letter from the main castle.

Despite being called Castle Silva, the Silva estate isn't an actual castle—it's one-third of a massive, single castle, split three ways. On the far left sits the Vermillion estate, the center belongs to the Kira estate, and the right-wing is where the Silvas reside. This layout reflects the Kiras as the reigning power, with the Vermillions and Silvas as their steadfast left and right hands.

While the Vermillion estate goes by Castle Vermillion and the Silva estate by Castle Silva, the Kira estate stands apart. It's not just a family estate; it's the kingdom's nerve center—home to the courts and supreme authority—and known officially as Clover Castle. The name extends to the entire complex, though people often switch it to Castle Clover, mostly because it sounds better.

To keep things clear, people usually call the Kira estate the "main castle." So, receiving a letter from there generally means something either from the monarch or courtly matters.

This one turned out to be the latter—a royal summons to attend a court hearing tomorrow at the request of Conrad Leto. Seems he's eager to get that bill passed.

Sebastian sighed. Tomorrow's gonna be busy. I need a vacation.

As he reached Acier's room, Sebastian found the door closed. He gave a polite knock and raised his voice just enough. "It's me. May I come in?"

He waited, but there was no response. Strange, he thought, brow furrowing as he closed his eyes and tried to sense what was happening inside.

Sebastian wasn't exactly in the same league as Luck, Mereoleona, or Yuno when it came to magic sensitivity, but he could make out a single, chaotic mana inside the room. He understood immediately—Acier was alone. She couldn't answer out loud in case someone overheard. Though she'd grown a bit stronger, her health hadn't quite returned to the point where she could use mana sensing to check if the coast was clear.

With a sigh, Sebastian cracked the door open just enough to slip inside, closing it quietly behind him. He took in the sight of Acier pacing unsteadily around the room as if working through some sort of rehab. She caught his eye and gave him a gentle smile.

Watching her struggle to move, he scratched his neck, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Sorry for delaying your healing again. Things came up." I'm honestly surprised you're even walking.

Acier straightened and walked closer, giving a graceful shrug. "It's no big deal." She paused, as though reading his mind, then added, "Lilith helped out today. Healing magic might not be her specialty, but as a blood wizard, she knows enough to keep me on my feet." Her expression turned wry. And remember, a lot of this weakness is from the illusion she cast—just to keep appearances, as we agreed.

Sebastian nodded, scratching his chin. "Then I'll have to thank her next time I see her… though knowing my luck, who knows when that'll be."

The situation wasn't entirely hopeless. Sebastian's presence at these appointments used to be essential—to maintain confidentiality with his barrier magic, convince the Fausts and Agrippas to collaborate, keep the peace between both sides and subtly warn off the Fausts if they got any ideas. But things had changed since Dorothy entered the picture. With her secret dimension, confidentiality was practically guaranteed, and the Fausts wouldn't dare act out in a world where Dorothy was basically a god. Misunderstandings? Those were just part of life.

Both families had warmed up to each other, enough that a basic level of trust had formed, and Nozel no longer panicked over every move the Fausts made. At this point, his role had become more supportive—more like a babysitter, or maybe just someone to keep an eye on Noelle. I'll still come when I can… but it's good knowing the world won't end if Mereoleona or I can't make it.

Acier smiled knowingly and leaned against him as they slowly made their way back to her bed. Sebastian gently held her hand, helping her ease back down, taking care to make sure she was comfortable.

Sebastian shrugged off his fur coat, hanging it on a nearby rack, unbuttoning his collar, and rolling up his sleeves, ready to begin Acier's healing. She watched him, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

"What was so urgent that you had to leave?" she asked, humor lacing her tone. "And with poison, no less?" She wasn't really expecting an answer, but she couldn't help her curiosity.

Sebastian positioned his hands over her, activating his spell once again. "Water Recovery Magic: Blessed Bath of Heavenly Healing." A gentle cocoon of crystal-clear water enveloped Acier, her body soaking in the refreshing coolness as the cursed damage within her slowly ebbed away. She closed her eyes in contentment, about to drift into the spell's soothing effects when Sebastian's chuckle drew her back.

"Not much. Just dealing with some traitorous extremists," he said with a smirk.

Acier's smile grew as she relaxed, finding his reply both reassuring and a touch thrilling. She opened her eyes, sensing there was more to this story. "Oh? Do tell—who were they?"

Sebastian's smile widened as he met her gaze. "A couple of nobodies… and the only man in this world who ever disgusted you more than me."

Acier blinked, her mind processing his words as she lay in the spell's embrace. When the meaning finally hit her, her eyes went wide. She stared up at him, needing confirmation that she hadn't misheard.

Sebastian's grin grew even more smug as he leaned in. "It's nearly half a month early, but… happy birthday." [1]

Acier's jaw dropped. "Y-you killed… Lux Kira?!"

Sebastian nodded, unable to suppress a pleased, almost smug look. Good deeds really do make you feel warm inside.

Acier's shock left her momentarily speechless. Did he not understand the weight of what he'd done? Yes, nobles and royalty could manipulate the rules in ways that let them evade justice for practically anything—except when the victim was the patriarch of the ruling family.

Sebastian chuckled, still holding his hands over her, sensing her worry as if it were written across her face. "There's no need to worry, Acier. All of this is the will of his majesty." He couldn't quite keep the sneer out of his voice.

Acier's mind reeled. Augustus wanted Lux dead? Aristocratic fratricide wasn't unheard of, but it was typically for power, to consolidate influence, or seize a title. Why would Augustus, who had already secured the throne, desire his own brother's death? She searched Sebastian's face, struggling to recall any sign of tension between the two brothers that could explain this.

Acier couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She scanned Sebastian's face for a moment before voicing her question. "Why?"

At that moment, Sebastian finished casting the healing spell. Thanks to Lilith's earlier treatment, he didn't have to spend three exhausting hours healing her, draining all his mana in the process. Still, he felt a bit tired, so he reached for a towel from a nearby cabinet drawer, wiping his hands and forehead as Acier slowly sat up on the bed.

Looking back at her, he countered with a question of his own. "Why what?"

"Why did Augustus want Lux dead, or why did I kill Lux?"

"Both," Acier replied steadily, her gaze unwavering.

Sebastian grabbed a chair and sat down in front of her, speaking slowly. "You know Lux—his lust, his greed. Normally, a man of his position could get away with anything, but of all things, he had to grow arrogant and set his sights on the throne."

Acier nodded. There's no way that fat pig would tolerate that. A wave of relief washed over her, knowing that not only would Sebastian likely avoid repercussions, but he might also receive a reward for his actions.

Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head as he seemed to read her thoughts. "Damnatio will take responsibility for this one. It has nothing to do with me or House Silva, whatsoever."

Acier blinked in surprise. I heard that kid was pragmatic, but to take accountability for patricide? That's next-level emotionless. Still, it worked in their favor. They were trying to stay under the radar, and Sebastian clearly didn't want to be the center of attention.

"Okay, that explains why Augustus wanted Lux dead," Acier said, shifting gears. "But you still haven't told me why you killed him."

One of the few things Acier and her husband had agreed upon in their dysfunctional marriage was their mutual disdain for the Kira brothers. Sebastian wouldn't do something to make either of them happy unless there was something in it for him.

Sebastian leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs and resting his hands in his lap. "Those crazy bastards were fed up with Conrad's progressive policies and hatched a plan to kill his wife and squad." He spoke with an unsettling nonchalance, causing Acier to blink in surprise.

He took a deep breath, resting his head against the back of the chair and staring at the ceiling as he continued, "Naturally, I can't let that happen. I don't know about you, but I don't want to fight a crazed Conrad." He smirked slightly. I'd definitely be suspect number one. Just met up with him in Hage and asked about his wife; the timing would be far too coincidental.

Acier let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, nodding in agreement. It's for the best that guy's dead.

She paused for a moment, studying Sebastian with a sly smile creeping onto her face. Leaning forward, she teased, "Is that it?"

"Huh?" Sebastian's brow furrowed as he lowered his head, surprised to find her so close, their faces just inches apart.

Acier's smile widened as she pressed on. "I asked, is that the only reason you killed Lux Kira?"

Sebastian blinked and let out a soft sigh, bringing his face even closer to hers before suddenly changing direction and speaking softly into her ear.

With an impassive, indifferent expression, he whispered, "What man in existence can tolerate anyone lusting after his wife?"

A jolt of electricity shot down Acier's spine, her entire body tingling as her hair stood on end. She hurriedly pulled back, sitting upright on the bed once more, her cheeks flushed crimson.

"I-I see… t-that's understandable," she stuttered, trying to regain her composure while a flurry of emotions swirled within her.

She took a moment to calm herself before clearing her throat and muttering a soft word of gratitude. "Thank you for that, Sebastian," she said genuinely, followed by a light cough.

Sebastian smiled softly from his chair. "Anytime."

If the two weren't talking about murder, this would almost seem romantic. Anyone with even a hint of context watching would feel their scalp tingle, a slight shiver running down their spines.

People often forgot that Acier Silva was a war veteran who had tamed the formidable Mereoleona Vermillion. Naturally, she had a few screws loose of her own. Perhaps bringing her the heart of an enemy would elicit the same joy as a chocolate heart on Valentine's Day.

Sebastian Silva couldn't help but think, if one day I told her I killed Megicula or Vanica, could I get more than a thank you?

Shaking his head clear of those thoughts, Sebastian chose to change up the conversation.

"Where are the children, Acier?" he asked, noticing the villa felt unusually quiet since he arrived.

Acier pondered for a moment before answering. "Hilda took Noelle away for her weekly checkup, and to sleep." [2]

She paused before continuing. "As for Nozel and Dorothy, our son took her out to personally give her a tour of the Silva Estate and introduce her to the Silver Eagles."

Acier seemed proud, while Sebastian felt a twitch in his eyebrows. Of all the people in Black Clover, I would have never pegged Nozel Silva for a simp. Can this be considered a first date?

Having seen too many of his bro's hearts broken in his old world, Sebastian prayed his son wouldn't screw things up by trying to move too fast. Ignoring whatever they were talking about this morning in that hallway, this is the first time it's just the two of them. I hope Nozel knows that if he wants to make a good impression, he shouldn't try anything extreme and simply give her a tour as he said.

"And what of Nebra and Solid?" Sebastian asked, reminding himself that he was the birth father of four.

This time, Acier was less enthusiastic to speak. Hesitating with a heavy sigh, she gave him a wry smile and answered, "I haven't seen them once in these past few days due to your arrangements, but according to Hilda... furious is an understatement. They can't even begin to comprehend why you are doing this to them."

That's good. If they did, it means I'm doing a shitty job of hiding things, Sebastian thought. It was normal for them to be confused. Solid had just turned four, a preschooler, while Nebra was eleven, making her an elementary school kid in modern society. Even if their rich upbringing and the era made them far more mature than their age, if they could see right through him and his tricks, well, that wouldn't be good for his self-esteem.

Acier considered something carefully before casually saying, "The two of them should be having dinner at the main estate right about now."

Sebastian studied his wife, sighing in exasperation. She wants me to go see them, to check up on them. He felt unmotivated; after all, unlike Nozel or Noelle, neither his soul nor the original Sebastian had any particular affection for the middle two children.

The original Sebastian was indifferent to his children in the sense of familial affection; he didn't outright ignore their presence and existence. Like most nobility, Sebastian Silva didn't judge one's worth by love but by their abilities.

So naturally, Nozel, the one who seemed to inherit the best qualities of both him and the Steel Princess, was a source of pride. Those feelings weren't born out of love but merit and achievements. Nozel was able to rival Fuegoleon, who had a year on him, despite his magic being weak to fire. Moreover, Sebastian was under the impression that Nozel was coldhearted like him, given how he focused most of his time on training and his duties as a Magic Knight while his mother withered away.

Sebastian didn't know that Nozel's training was driven by a desire to avenge his mother. In this light, Nozel was essentially his favorite child.

When it came to Noelle, she was just a baby he had never met, but hearing that she looked like a copy of her mother and likely inherited his magical attribute was enough for him to have expectations.

As for Solid and Nebra, his feelings for them were literally on the opposite side of the spectrum. Especially for Solid.

Solid was the only one named after Sebastian because he was like a carbon copy of his father, inheriting everything from his looks to his magic. Sebastian was under the impression that Solid was just another version of himself, with larger magic reserves, proving that the only reason he hadn't made it far as a mage was due to his limited mana.

But Sebastian was wrong. Although Solid had only recently awakened his magic, he was already informed that the boy's aptitude was average. Lower men would lash out at that, but Sebastian shrugged his shoulders, knowing that as long as Solid was dedicated, he could still become someone great.

But Solid Silva was lazy; he tried to skip out on his lessons—be they in magic, aristocratic etiquette, or politics. When he could have been spending time bettering himself, he was often found prancing around without a care in the world, either with his mother or following his elder brother like a servant. Solid had neither talent nor drive, which was unacceptable for his workaholic father. Of his four children, Solid was the only one Sebastian outright loathed and despised.

As for Nebra, "meager" was the only word that could fit Sebastian's impression of her. Meager magic, meager mana, meager resolve, meager intelligence, meager looks. He couldn't even sell her off to a promising house to get some worth out of her. Who would take in such an average lady as their future matriarch? Only small houses trying to climb up House Silva's leg would show interest. Why would Sebastian do them a favor?

The current Sebastian shared similar feelings. Noelle Silva was one of his favorite characters and arguably one of the most compelling female leads in anime. Nozel was a respectable guy; he had his flaws, and some of his choices were dumb, but that made him human.

As for Nebra and Solid, "wretched" was the only word to describe them—so unbearably wretched. A single apology wouldn't make them square for all the trauma and pain they caused not only in Noelle's life but for all the commoners and peasants they stepped on for joy.

Sebastian had sent them away not just because he had no faith in them keeping a secret but also to avoid looking at them and having to speak to them. He lacked confidence in what might come out of his mouth when faced with those two children. Out of sight, out of mind.

So Sebastian was just about to reject Acier, but alas, fate moves in funny ways. His stomach growled. Loudly. Like he was in the real Hunger Games, Ramadan. [3]

Acier's sly grin returned in an instant as she looked at Sebastian. "Dear husband, do tell me, when was the last time you ate?"

Sebastian scratched his neck in embarrassment. Ever since transmigrating to this world—meaning four days—he had yet to have a proper meal. He had only taken slight bites here and there, running on coffee, tea, water, and as of recently, poison.

Why? For two main reasons. One, his wife's situation and everything going on didn't give him much of an appetite or even time to eat. Two, the food sucked!

Everything was bland, lacking any popping taste or spice. It was at times like these that he remembered why the British Empire was so desperate to find India. For a foodie like him, it was completely unacceptable.

Men are simple creatures; the three things that brought Sebastian the most joy, satisfaction, and relief in life were eating, sleeping, and... well, shitting. Losing one was already a pain, but losing all three was a horror.

The Silva kitchen couldn't even qualify for Restaurant Impossible; this was Restaurant Beyond Hope. It wasn't just a matter of chef skill; the ingredients were lacking! [4]

As for sleep, well, let's just say there wasn't much difference between sleeping on the floor or in a chair. The beds were stiff. The worst part was that he knew this could be different, as commoners and peasants had much comfier mattresses. Instead, stuck-up nobles thought this was a sign of superiority. And his predecessor shared the same mindset. Do I have to get Alfred to sneak me in a new mattress?

And lastly, the most devastating part: this world didn't have flushable toilets. Or nice toilet seats, where one could take time doing their business. Just an uncomfortable wooden bench that poked his butt and had a little slot to do his business!

It's time to revolutionize this world! Sebastian clenched his fists in motivation. I want sprinklers, air conditioners, soap dispensers, proper toiletries—not just some paper in a roll. I want good food.

Technology might be a hard thing to change, but food is something that can be improved. A good chef can make good food with anything. And I know of a great chef! Sebastian thought of a certain half-dwarf.

She's passionate and dedicated to her work, even willing to travel through some magic regions to get her ingredients.

She's only about five right now, but hey, Temu workers start younger, and unlike them, I'll pay her very handsomely. This won't be child labor.

As for my toilet, well, so many magic research labs are wasting time not coming up with any revolutionary ideas in recent years. Funding them is honestly proving to be pointless at this point. It's time to give them some inspiration. Naturally, House Silva has a stake in several magic tool workshops, as a main donator, Sebastian can influence what they make.

Sebastian snapped out of his thoughts and looked sheepishly at Acier before standing up and nodding. "Very well, I shall eat... at the dinner table, together with our children."

Acier smiled broadly and spoke again. "Oh, and one more thing."

"Hmm?" Sebastian nodded for her to go ahead.

Hesitating for a moment, she responded. "I'm going to move back into the main estate."

Okay, I wasn't expecting that. Sebastian raised a brow. "Why?"

Smiling gently, Acier looked to her left, out to the darkening horizon and answered slowly. "Although we've done a pretty decent lockdown on rumors, you continuously coming out here these past few days has caught attention. Visiting a place so often that you haven't set foot in years will raise some eyebrows. If I'm back at the main estate, we won't have that problem anymore."

Sebastian furrowed his brows and argued. "But suddenly moving back is equally suspicious. And there's a lot more eyes and ears in the main estate; we'll have to be even more cautious there."

But Acier had already thought of that. "If I say I want to die in the home I grew up in, no one will think twice about it. And as long as I say I want to be left alone, besides my children and most trustworthy servants, no one will visit my wing to stalk me, and if they do, we'll know who the spies are."

"Those servants of yours can also be spies," Sebastian declared.

Acier chuckled lowly. "When I say servants, I mean only Hilda, Alfred, and Jeeves."

I'm not 100 percent confident about Hilda or Jeeves, but Alfred can keep them in line. So Sebastian nodded, not seeing anything wrong with it, before shrugging. "You don't have to ask me for permission; you're a grown adult."

Acier giggled louder. "I'm not asking you for permission, Sebastian. I'm talking to you and letting you know. Communicating as a partner. This is what married couples do as husband and wife, you know?"

Sebastian scratched his cheek awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Looking at the night sky through her window, he decided to bid her farewell for the day. "I'll have Jeeves personally oversee your transfer. Alfred needs a break... goodnight."

"Goodnight," Acier smiled softly and laid down in her bed.

Sebastian took his coat off the rack and wrapped it around his right arm like a hanger as he walked out, closing the door behind him.

As he exited the villa, he looked up at the starry night sky and couldn't help but murmur, "Husband and wife, huh?"

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In the main dining room of the Silva Estate, beneath an opulent Victorian chandelier, stretched a grand table nearly 20 meters long, spanning from one end of the hall to the other. It was vast enough to host multiple families, yet only two people were seated there.

Solid and Nebra sat across from each other, a single chair between them and the head of the table. They poked at their food, faces creased with frowns.

In the world of royalty, seating and hierarchy are sacred; each person's place is clear and significant. Even in the absence of the head of the house, that seat must remain vacant, lest it imply an attempt to usurp the current patriarch, Sebastian Silva.

To the immediate left and right of that chair sit the seats designated for the patriarch's wife and successor, Acier and Nozel Silva. Nebra is positioned to Acier's left, and Solid to Nozel's right, placing them directly across from each other. Noelle, still young and yet to claim a permanent seat, would eventually sit to the left of Nebra.

Despite the absence of Sebastian, Acier, and Nozel, their plates were filled, as they had been for days, even though the food was left to spoil. As royalty, such traditions were paramount; to forgo serving them, even in their absence, would be an affront to their authority.

For years, the dining hall had been all but empty, save for Sebastian. The Silva family was a family in name alone, with the children eating in their mother's room, resulting in these untouched plates for nearly 15 years. And still, they continued to be served. It was a show of privilege and the pride of royalty.

Yet, in the last four days, there had been a peculiar change. Sebastian had been absent, and his two middle children, who typically dined only with their elder brother and mother in their father's absence, were now required to eat in the main hall. This wasn't their choice; it was Sebastian's order, his way of correcting their "lax noble etiquette" developed from spending time with their mother. The household staff had been commanded to enforce this routine, ensuring they rose at specific times, attended classes, and dined in these vast, lonely halls.

To uphold decorum, several servants now stood awkwardly on each side of the room, watching the brother and sister as they prodded at their meals. The chef, trembling, knew that their refusal to eat wasn't due to dislike—this was their favorite dish. Yet in the unspoken language of nobility, leaving food untouched was a signal that a chef's efforts were inadequate.

It was his third day on the job, his third day watching in dread. Please, please, just one bite, he pleaded inwardly. The butlers and maids cast sympathetic glances his way.

Dismissal by the Silvas was career suicide. No one else in the kingdom would hire him afterward, for fear of inciting the ire of House Silva. He would have to change professions, or try his luck independently—a near-impossible feat. Perhaps House Vermillion might take him in, but they weren't saints. They wouldn't hire him just to make a statement or incur a burden for the sake of rivalry. After all, the Vermillions and Silvas were rivals, not outright enemies.

Solid Silva couldn't stomach the silence any longer; his patience over the past few days had run thin. Looking across at Nebra, he bit his lip in frustration, drawing blood, before shouting in indignation, "Elder Sister, why is Father doing this to us?!"

Nebra sighed, looking up at her younger brother. "I don't know, Solid."

Solid banged the table, causing both his and Nebra's plates to jump slightly, making the servants flinch. "I want to see Mother!"

Nebra studied her brother, biting her lip as well. "Me too," she said hoarsely.

"Then why can't we?!" Solid yelled, as tears began to prick at his eyes. "Mother… Mother is about to die, and we're banned from even going near her villa!"

Tears began to spill from Nebra's eyes as she replied weakly, "Because that's the kind of man our father is."

She closed her eyes in sorrow. In the life of royalty, worth is everything. Mother had been all but pronounced dead, and with that, she held no more worth. Father was already forcing them to move on. Nebra clenched her cutlery in unbridled fury.

"I hate him," Solid said hoarsely after a pause. Before, I blamed Noelle, he thought. But the real source of all our pain, and Mother's, is Father.

"Me too," Nebra replied weakly, feeling sick.

The servants around them sweated heavily, bowing their heads, pretending they hadn't heard anything.

"Why is Elder Brother letting him do this to us? Why is Mother allowing him to get away with this?!" Solid demanded, voice desperate. "Why is that man suddenly taking an interest in us and controlling our lives?"

"I don't know, Solid!" Nebra screamed in frustration, causing him to flinch. She softened, guilt crossing her face, and cradled her head in her hands. She whispered, "I don't know."

Neither of them could understand why Nozel and their mother, who had always shielded them from their father, were now so silent and indifferent.

Nebra and Solid both hung their heads in frustration and shame, each thinking the same thought: The real question we should be asking is why we don't dare to tell him no, why we allow him to get away with this. Instead of looking to others, we should stand up for ourselves.

Some maids couldn't help but whisper about how cruel Sebastian was, but they were immediately silenced by deathly glares from the butlers.

It was the right decision, given how ready the two were to blow and, this time, take their anger out on them. Solid and Nebra were the petty kind—afraid of the strong, and only strong before the weak.

Just then, the expansive doors to the dining room opened wide, filling the hall with a sudden, imposing silence. Solid, already in a foul mood, shot up from his seat, his face twisted with irritation.

"Who dares enter this room during our—" he started to yell, but his breath hitched as his eyes settled on the figure entering the room: Sebastian Silva himself.

The servants around them hurriedly bowed, murmuring, "Master," while Nebra rose from her seat and straightened up, respectfully addressing him, "Father."

Reluctantly, Solid followed suit, standing up stiffly and forcing himself to say, "Father."

Sebastian's cold gaze swept over everyone in the room, lingering just long enough to make the servants sweat. He looked toward them and said, "You are dismissed. Return to your stations."

The servants nodded gratefully, taking advantage of their dismissal to scurry out of the room, eager to avoid the coming tension.

With a calm, measured pace, Sebastian strode to the head of the table, taking his seat without a word. He gestured to Solid and Nebra to sit as well. They exchanged nervous glances but obeyed, adjusting themselves carefully in their seats, ensuring their posture and etiquette were perfect, both fearing the consequences of any misstep.

Sebastian reached for his knife and fork and, in a regal manner, cut into his steak. He raised the piece to his mouth, chewing slowly as his eyes closed, savoring the taste—or rather, attempting to. His expression darkened.

Solid and Nebra tensed, silently panicking, wondering what they'd done wrong.

But the source of his displeasure wasn't them; it was the steak. Bland, raw, and utterly tasteless. He thought he could've prepared something far superior himself, and the idea of what Gordon Ramsay would say if he tasted it almost made him laugh. What a waste of a perfectly good steak, he thought, making a mental note to find Charmy for some proper cooking as soon as possible.

Forcing himself to swallow, Sebastian dabbed his mouth with a napkin and set his cutlery down, glancing up to see Solid and Nebra avoiding his gaze, quietly forcing themselves to eat despite their lack of appetite. He noticed the slight tremble in each of their hands.

He suppressed a sigh and decided to start with Nebra. Looking at her directly, he asked, "How has your day been?"

Nebra's pupils dilated in surprise, and she immediately straightened up like a soldier reporting to a commander. Sweat prickled her brow as she recited her accomplishments, voice trembling, "I am nearing completion of my etiquette lessons. My academic studies are progressing as expected, with perfect marks in literature, history, and arithmetic. My magic lessons are also on track; my instructor has me working on illusions and fog."

Sebastian's brow furrowed as he listened, suddenly struck by the realization that this was no father-child exchange. Reviewing his memories, he understood now that this had been the norm between his predecessor and his children—more like master and subordinates than a family. They only spoke to him out of respect, never with ease or familiarity.

Nebra probably thinks I'm assessing her worth, fearing punishment if she falls short, he thought, feeling a headache begin to pulse. If I could go back in time, I'd slap some sense into my predecessor for this.

Seeing her anxiety, Sebastian softened his gaze and, to her surprise, spoke gently, "There's no need to speak to me that way. You don't have to report; we can talk casually, as you do with your siblings and mother."

He turned to Solid, who visibly tensed under his gaze. "The same goes for you," he added.

But instead of responding, both Nebra and Solid lowered their heads, murmuring, "We don't dare." Nebra added, "Forgive our insolence and please punish us if we've spoken out of turn."

They think I'm testing them, Sebastian thought grimly, seeing the fear in their downcast faces. His expression softened further. "Nebra. Solid," he called softly.

They still didn't raise their heads.

"Look at me," he repeated, his tone still gentle.

Reluctantly, they lifted their heads, only to find his face calm, with not even a hint of a frown.

"This isn't some trick or test," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm serious. From now on, when we're only among family and friends, you may—no, you must—talk to me casually. We're family, and family should never have to speak in fear." He added, "Besides, I left my Grimoire in my room, so you have no reason to fear me right now."

Solid and Nebra exchanged bewildered glances, noting for the first time that their father wasn't carrying his satchel or Grimoire. They looked back at him, hesitation still clouding their faces, but each nodded hesitantly.

Sebastian nodded, pleased, and turned to Solid. "How was your day?"

Solid's face tensed, and he visibly struggled to stop himself from slipping back into his trained response. Pausing, he considered how he would speak to his mother instead. He bit his lip before gathering the nerve to answer, "Bad."

He closed his eyes immediately after, bracing himself for the lecture or punishment that was surely coming. But when nothing happened, he cautiously opened one eye, finding his father watching him thoughtfully.

"Good," Sebastian replied calmly.

Solid gawked, stunned, while Nebra, who had been about to beg for mercy on his behalf, was equally taken aback.

Sebastian looked at them thoughtfully before saying, "Classes and education are important."

Nebra and Solid bit back their frowns, already knowing this lecture all too well. They lowered their heads again, poking halfheartedly at their food, the thought of schooling bitter when their mother lay on her deathbed.

"But…" Sebastian's voice caught their attention, and they looked up, faces cautiously hopeful. "I can understand why you wouldn't feel up to it right now, so…"

Their hearts hitched—could their father really be about to show them some compassion? But worry shadowed their hope, afraid to get too carried away.

"So, I'll give the two of you some incentive to attend," Sebastian finished.

Incentive? Nebra and Solid exchanged confused glances, unsure what he meant. They looked back at Sebastian, waiting.

Sebastian nodded. "Yes, incentive. As long as you attend your classes and perform consistently to the best of your abilities, I'll allow you to use your remaining time as you please."

"Meaning… eating out, going to your preferred tailors, relaxing in the capital, or even… spending time by your mother's side."

Nebra and Solid's eyes widened in disbelief. "R-really?" Solid stammered, feeling as if he were in some strange dream.

Sebastian gave a slight nod, closing his eyes as he ate peas from his fork, one by one. Inwardly, his mind was elsewhere. Thanks to Lilith's illusion, they'll never suspect a thing and think Acier's still on the brink. Nozel and Acier will keep quiet—Acier, especially, has no choice if she values her life. Dorothy, though… lying might be trickier for her.

Whatever, all that matters, is that these two are away from Acier's side during her appointment times, so they don't discover the Agrippas and Fausts. 

But his thoughts drifted back to Dorothy, as he noticed Nebra and Solid studying him as if he'd grown a second head. Clearing his throat, he started to ask, "Has Nozel introduced you to—"

He was interrupted by the expansive double doors opening again. Following his children's surprised gazes, he turned and saw Nozel and Dorothy entering the room side by side as the doors shut quietly behind them.

Hmm, when did these two get so close? Sebastian raised an eyebrow as he noticed Nozel and Dorothy walking close enough for their shoulders to brush. Neither seemed the least bit uncomfortable, which piqued his curiosity. He quickly shook his head and turned back, schooling his expression to remain indifferent—only to see Nebra and Solid standing up abruptly, clearly taken aback.

"E-Elder Brother… who is this?" Nebra asked hesitantly. Sebastian blinked in surprise; in the future he knew, Nebra and Solid never hid their disdain for others, especially in front of Nozel, unless explicitly told to hold back. Yet, here, they seemed… polite.

Is it because Acier hasn't passed yet, so Nebra and Solid haven't completely unraveled? he wondered. Or is it that they truly respect Nozel this much, or fear raising their voices in my presence?

Considering the possibilities, Sebastian found himself weighing an ethical question, one often debated by scholars in his own world: Is it fair to judge someone by what they might do or have the potential to do? Or should judgment only come once they've acted?

Although he'd noticed Nebra and Solid giving Noelle the occasional impolite stare, they hadn't done anything remotely close to what they did in the original timeline. With Acier still alive and Nozel openly protective of Noelle, was it fair to hold against them the actions of an alternate future? After all, if he succeeded in saving Acier, this world would be vastly different—and perhaps, so would Nebra and Solid. Maybe, in this timeline, they'd come to cherish Noelle from the start.

Sebastian decided, then, to keep an open mind about Nebra and Solid. Instead of writing them off, he'd get to know them. With his eyes trained forward on Nozel and Dorothy, he kept his expression neutral, waiting for an introduction.

Dorothy gave a little wave and started, "I—"

But Nozel quickly interrupted, "This is Dorothy Unsworth, a new recruit in the Silver Eagles and… my fiancée."

Sebastian inwardly cringed, bracing himself to see a look of distaste on Dorothy's face. But as he glanced over, he was taken aback to find her merely scratching her cheek, a faint blush coloring her face.

Alright… what in the actual fuck happened between these two?! he thought, baffled. He'd only been gone for about six hours, three of which were spent on Acier's appointment, leaving them with little to no time alone. So where did this sudden change come from?!

"F-fiancée?" Solid stammered, barely able to believe it. I saw Elder Brother this morning… How did he suddenly get a fiancée?

Solid was confused. Though just a preschooler, he'd already started his courtship lessons and knew enough to recognize that Nozel had shown no signs of courting anyone. How could his brother suddenly have a lady? Solid idolized his elder brother, observing his every move and knowing that Nozel split his time strictly between family, training, and his duties as a magic knight. Where did he find time for courtship?

Moreover, Nozel had introduced Dorothy as a new recruit, which meant they'd only just met. Surely that wasn't enough time to woo someone! Noble decorum dictated a lengthy courtship period, often taking months or years. And Elder Brother is a stickler for tradition, Solid reasoned. He'd never rush something so important.

Solid's gaze drifted to Sebastian, his brows knitting together. It must be… an arranged marriage, he thought, a spark of indignation rising in his young heart. How could Father make such a choice for Elder Brother?

Nebra reached a similar conclusion, though with a bit more complexity. Elder Brother despises Father, she thought, noting that Nozel looked strangely… content. Why would he accept something like this if he didn't want it?

Solid, meanwhile, was appraising Dorothy critically, noting her attire and lack of any signifiers of high nobility. Finally, with all the confidence his high-pitched four-year-old voice could muster, he pointed at her and demanded, "I have not heard of any House Unsworth. State your affiliation!"

Dorothy blinked, clearly unthreatened. She actually found it adorable. Sebastian, however, sighed and prepared to interject when Nozel once again surprised him.

"She is not a mere noble, Solid," Nozel said firmly. "She is royalty. You will treat her with the respect she deserves."

Huh? Royalty? Sebastian's eyebrows shot up, certain he'd misheard. Oh, is Nozel going to tell them she's been adopted into House Silva? He prepared himself to smooth things over when he saw Nozel was indeed going to respond tactlessly.

Solid's eyes went wide as he quickly lowered his finger, trembling. "Royalty? I've never heard of any member of House Kira or Vermillion by that name."

That's because there are none, kiddo, Sebastian thought with a sly grin, waiting for Nozel's answer. But then, Nozel said something that left even Sebastian stunned.

"That's because she's not from the Clover Kingdom." Nozel's tone was calm, almost nonchalant. "She's a princess of the Witch's Forest, daughter of the Witch Queen herself."

Sebastian and Dorothy both gaped at Nozel, processing his words. They weren't a lie, technically… but every witch could be considered the Witch Queen's "daughter."

Nebra scratched her head, recalling her studies. Isn't every witch supposedly a daughter of the Witch Queen? And no one really considers her a queen anyway, let alone her children as princesses.

Solid, however, was only four and had just started his historical lessons, so he had no reason to question his idolized elder brother's words. He eyed Dorothy with newfound respect, nodding in satisfaction. "Very well, that means you are barely worthy of my brother." He crossed his arms with a dignified air before giving a small bow. "Apologies for my previous rudeness, Sister."

Nozel nodded approvingly, while Dorothy managed a somewhat awkward but polite response. "N-not an issue."

Sebastian scratched his chin, staring at Nozel as though he'd grown a second head. Is this really the same tactless Nozel Silva I know? When did he learn to read a room?

Nebra furrowed her brows, clearly perplexed. She felt a flicker of irritation but held back, noticing a fondness in Nozel's eyes as he looked at Dorothy—a fondness he usually reserved for his siblings and mother.

Well, as long as Elder Brother is happy, she thought, giving Dorothy a slight curtsy. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sister."

Dorothy and Sebastian blinked in unison. That easy? Where's the fight, the rejection… the drama?

Sebastian then remembered something crucial: Nozel, as the eldest, had practically raised his siblings alongside Acier. He knew them better than anyone and had likely considered how to win their acceptance before he even introduced Dorothy.

If only he'd cut off that ridiculous rat tail, Sebastian thought with an internal sigh. Then I could really take him seriously. Despite his pride in Nozel's tact, he couldn't help but cringe at his son's fashion choice.

Nozel and Dorothy approached the table, and Nozel raised an eyebrow when he noticed only five plates set. It seems Father hasn't informed the staff of an addition to our family. He decided, I'll have Jeeves or Alfred coordinate that.

Nozel moved to Acier's seat, pulling the chair out and turning to Dorothy. "Dorothy, you shall sit here for today."

Nebra couldn't hold back. "Elder Brother, that's Mother's seat. I'm afraid that isn't appropriate."

Solid nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring Nebra's.

Nozel studied his siblings' faces, then replied calmly, "As you can see, there are no other available seats or plates right now. Where do you suggest Dorothy should sit?"

Moving seats was never considered in a noble household—it would be an even higher breach of decorum than using the mother's seat temporarily. For nobles, furniture placement had significance; if a new seat was needed, it was bought specifically for that purpose, not shifted around. Solid and Nebra exchanged troubled glances, both feeling that this was dismissive of their mother's presence.

Dorothy was about to interject, ready to say she wasn't hungry, but Nozel continued undeterred. "Mother will not mind. This arrangement is only for today. Tomorrow, I'll have a new seat added, and Dorothy will sit beside me."

You're dining here tomorrow? Sebastian raised a brow, thinking this was a one-time arrangement. Then he paused in realization. Is this Nozel's way of giving Dorothy a sense of family through these dinners?

Nebra and Solid looked equally stunned. Solid finally asked, "Elder Brother… is this a new routine? Are we going to be eating here regularly now?"

Nozel nodded. "And Noelle and Mother as well."

Their eyes widened, Nebra stammering, "Mother?! But… she can't move!"

Nozel's tone softened, with a warmth they hadn't expected. "Mother is a proud warrior. She's endured far worse pain in her life—being impaled on the battlefield, for instance. She told me she plans to return to the main estate to live out the rest of her days here. Her wish is to dine with her family. You will respect her wish, won't you?" He looked at each of his siblings, then at Sebastian.

So much for being stealthy. Sebastian sighed inwardly. But it's clear Lucius isn't intent on intervening, and even if House Kira wanted to, Damnatio wouldn't oppose Acier's recovery.

In fact, Damnatio's priorities aligned well with House Silva. With Damnatio valuing Acier's strength as an asset to the Clover Kingdom, anyone who interfered with her recovery would essentially be branded a threat to the kingdom. Sebastian considered that even Conrad and Julius would have a hard time circumventing Damnatio's influence here; House Kira and Damnatio would naturally hold Acier's worth in higher regard than two nobles who resisted their expectations. If anything, Damnatio and the Kira might actively support Acier's recovery to keep Conrad and Julius in check, wary of any signs of disloyalty.

With these political advantages in mind, Sebastian nodded to Nozel. "If that is her wish, she's welcome to join these dinners. I never forbade her from this place; it was you all who avoided it."

Solid and Nebra exchanged hesitant looks, then both said, "W-we'll join too."

Without another word, Dorothy took her seat, and Nozel moved to his own place across from her, to Sebastian's right. Everyone settled into a quiet rhythm of eating. Sebastian felt a subtle sense of relief for Dorothy; she was spared the sting of rejection, and Solid and Nebra, though still reserved, already showed small signs of loosening up. Their postures were a bit more relaxed, their eating less stiff.

The normally tasteless food felt lighter, and after he finished his plate, Sebastian rose to leave. The four children looked up at him, and he nodded toward them. "Finish your meal; I have other matters to attend to." They all nodded back, and he focused on Nozel. "You'll be accompanying me to the main castle tomorrow." Time for Nozel to understand the weight of the role he'll inherit as patriarch.

Nozel nodded, not bothering to ask why.

Dorothy offered a soft smile. "Goodnight, Dad!"

Solid and Nebra dropped their forks, glancing at each other before tentatively saying, "G-goodnight, Father."

Nozel, not looking up from his meal, added indifferently, "Have a pleasant sleep, Father."

Sebastian paused, nodding back at them before walking out of the dining room. Outside, he found Jeeves, composed and impeccably dressed in his black tailcoat and white gloves, standing with hands clasped behind his back.

"Master," Jeeves said with a respectful bow.

"Jeeves," Sebastian acknowledged. Tomorrow is my first formal appearance before the aristocracy. Time for a fresh look.

"Summon my valets, wardrobe dressers, tailor, seamstress, and hair stylist," he ordered as he strode past.

"Certainly, Master," Jeeves responded, undeterred as always.

As Sebastian neared his dressing room, a thrill of anticipation crept in. It's time to steal Neuvillette's whole flow.

Omake:

Acier looked at her husband with a hesitant expression.

"What's wrong?" Sebastian asked gently, watching her closely.

Acier rubbed her forehead, sighing. "It's about Nozel and Dorothy…"

Sebastian frowned, a hint of concern crossing his face. "Did they get into another fight?"

"No, it's just…" Acier paused, clearly struggling with something.

"Just what, Acier?" Sebastian's voice was calm, but curiosity piqued.

Acier took a deep breath before blurting, "I'm just not ready to be a grandmother yet!"

Sebastian blinked, stunned, certain he'd misheard her.

Unperturbed, Acier continued, "Noelle is still a baby! I at least want her walking on her own before I have to think about another infant—"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Sebastian waved his hands in front of him, desperately trying to halt this unexpected train of thought.

"What are you talking about? They're just going for a walk. They're children, Acier! Dorothy doesn't even like Nozel that way—"

"Sebastian." This time, Acier's tone was firm, and she met his eyes with a knowing look.

"Didn't you put a baby in me at that age?" she asked dryly.

Sebastian froze, staring blankly at her as he began scratching his chin, doing some quick mental calculations. Acier and I are 33, Nozel is 16, so… we had him at… 17… a whole year before we even got married.

His eyes widened. Son of a…!

"Which way did they go?" Sebastian's voice was panicked.

"They're headed to the other side of the estate—to the Silver Eagle base," Acier replied, not missing a beat.

In a flash, Sebastian leaped out the window, summoning a water eagle beneath him, soaring off in the direction she'd pointed.

Dorothy, hang on—Dad's coming!

Meanwhile, two teenagers walking awkwardly under the moonlight both sneezed at the same time.

Omake (Canon):

Acier smiled broadly and spoke again. "Oh, and one more thing."

"Hmm?" Sebastian nodded for her to go ahead.

"It might be 4 days late, but happy birthday!" Acier smiled.

Sebastian blinked, Oh yeah, Sebastian's birthday is on August 15.

"Thank you." Sebastian nodded, before pausing, wait isn't that the day I transmigrated. "what a coincidence." Sebastian shook his head, chuckling.

But then he abruptly stilled, isn't August 15, also my birthday?

Author's Notes:

[1] Acier's birthday is August 31st

[2] Hilda is the name of Baby Beel's bodyguard and maid from Beelzebub. She will be the head maid of House Silva, here.

[3] Do I really have to explain this one?

[4] Restaurant Impossible was a reality TV show where Robert Irvine tried to redeem some doomed restaurants

[5] Longest chapter yet, took so long