The Cursed Descendants (6)

"LORD FORRESTER, is there something on my face?" Julian asked the former saint politely. The saint sat on the sofa from across him. "You've been staring at me for a while now."

"That's right," his younger brother Winder, who sat beside him on the sofa, said. "Don't stare at my brother without saying a word. It's creepy."

"Yeah, don't stare at Julian," Lady Solenn said, who sat beside Lord Forrester and across from Winter, added. "He's mine."

Julian's face felt warm for some reason.

Lady Solenn can really be so... straightforward.

He wouldn't lie: the young lady could make her feel nervous even though he was already a grown up inside. But that was the thing. The princess's soul was that of a grown woman.

"Since when did my brother become yours, little brat princess?"

"Starting today, duh," the young lady said, then she turned to him with beaming eyes. "Isn't that correct, Julian?"