Raven was not the only one confused; the other three present were also at a loss.
After a moment of blankness, their baron finally realized that Nancy was probably talking about the catwalk show.
Had she been thinking about this for all six days?
"But Raven, although I've forgiven you, you can't take it as me indulging you." Nancy glared at him and said seriously, "Don't even think about marrying me."
As soon as she said this, Denise, Eric, and Old Gordon all turned their eyes toward Raven, then toward Nancy. Their gazes moved back and forth between the two, filled with uncertainty, though each had a different interpretation.
Denise found it inexplicable. The Foxes and the Griffith Family were worlds apart. Given Raven's shrewdness, there was no reason for him to waste his energy on something so impossible.
Eric admired Raven even more. As expected of Lord Baron—he dared to pursue even the daughter of a count, thinking thoughts ordinary people would never dare think.
Old Gordon viewed it from another angle. If Baron Raven could marry Miss Nancy, it would be good for the Griffith Family, but it also carried risks.
Throughout history, there had been no shortage of great nobles marrying their daughters to minor nobles, then using various means to seize those minor nobles' titles and lands.
The most innocent person here was naturally Raven. He looked at Nancy with utter confusion.
"Even if you look at me like that, I won't soften." Nancy's face flushed slightly. "You're not bad, but you're still far from good enough for me to take a fancy to you."
"If you want to marry me, you must at least be stronger than me. You're only a first-tier mage, while I'm second-tier!"
She rolled her eyes and continued, "Besides, your title