Is that somewhere you can touch?
Theresa, who had always been treated kindly by Otto, did not notice anything wrong.
"Grandpa, what are you talking about? I'm Cecilia's best friend and Kiana's aunt. Why isn't there a place for me in the family portrait?"
Theresa glanced at Kiana, Firefly, and Durandal, then looked at Otto again.
If Grandpa said the frame could only fit three Kianas, she would get angry. Even if she had to squeeze in, the Headmistress could sit on her darling niece's lap.
She, Theresa, was definitely taking this family portrait!
Otto looked at the high-spirited Theresa. She had cried so terribly just moments ago, yet there was no trace of sadness on her face now. But as her grandfather, he could not fulfill his granddaughter's expectations.
Theresa, Theresa. You might be Cecilia's best friend, but you were not the Kianas' "best friend."
But there was nothing left to hide at this point. Today, Grandpa would teach her another lesson and give her a surprise.
"Because the family portrait we're taking isn't the kind of family portrait you imagine. To put it another way, rather than a family portrait, it would be more fitting to call it a wedding photo."
Otto spoke with a smile. As he spoke, he released Kiana and Durandal's waists. His hand brushed over Durandal's delicate body, removing the filth left upon Princess of Winter by Theresa, himself, and Durandal herself.
A family portrait naturally required everyone to be clean and beautiful.
"G-Grandpa, what are you talking about?"
Theresa scratched her head, not quite understanding what her grandfather meant.
Even though Otto and the Kianas were acting intimately, she had not considered that possibility. After all, it was impossible for Grandpa and the Kianas to have that kind of relationship.
This complete lack