Not a Love Rival, but a Brother-in-Law?

"Mitsuri, if you like eating these things, I can go buy..."

Seeing the Mitsuri he secretly admired being openly disliked by Yoru Machi just for wanting sweets, Obanai could not help looking displeased.

But before he could finish speaking, Yoru Machi, wearing a helpless expression, had already handed part of the sweets in his hand to Mitsuri.

As Mitsuri happily ate the sweets, Yoru Machi turned to Obanai and said irritably, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Yoru Machi looked full of resentment after hearing what Obanai had said, and he even seemed genuinely inclined to snatch the sweets back from Mitsuri.

"Mr. Yoru Machi, you're really mean. You already gave them to me, and now you're thinking of taking them back."

Clearly, trying to retrieve food that had fallen into the hands of a super-strong girl with an enormous appetite was no different from snatching food from a tiger's mouth.

Seeing how naturally intimate Yoru Machi and Mitsuri were with each other, Obanai could not help revealing a trace of loneliness.

Looking at Yoru Machi's outstanding looks, as well as the villagers' previous admiration and reverence for him, then lowering his head to look at himself, an intense sense of inferiority surged up within Obanai once more.

Because of what he had endured as a child, Obanai's mouth had long since been disfigured, and he had always believed that dirty blood flowed through his veins.

Compared with him, Yoru Machi—sunny, handsome, and admired by everyone—was clearly far more suitable for Mitsuri.

After all, no one would like an ugly person with a gloomy personality, who barely spoke and carried filthy blood in his veins.

Yoru Machi seemed to notice Obanai's mood suddenly turning low. He looked at the withdrawn Obanai, then at Mitsuri beside him, who was stuffing herself