Horadguna actually felt wronged and defended herself. "Wasn't I worried that you, Sister, are already seventy-two and about to become an old maid, so you might not be able to get married? Solving two problems at once—isn't that good?"
"Good my ass!" Horace, who had remained fairly civilized in her speech until now, finally could not stop herself from cursing. How was seventy-two old? Why should she be worried about not getting married?
Mousse, who had finally crawled out, also spoke up for his sister. "Seventy-two for the Giant race is only about the same as twenty-four for humans, right? She's obviously still very young. Do people here get married that early?"
"Exactly!" Princess Horace replied instinctively, but the moment the words left her mouth, she realized something was wrong. Sure enough, her sister immediately seized on them with a grin. "Doesn't that mean you two are a perfect match?"
Then Horadguna grabbed her sister's hand again, shaking it back and forth as she begged coquettishly, "Sister, just marry him! Give me half—no, one-third will do!"
By then, Mousse no longer wore the helplessly amused expression he had at first. He finally vaguely understood why Prince Loki had proposed to his sister Lola. "Marriage isn't something to play around with! It means living together, having children, and becoming a family. How can you be so frivolous about it? No wonder Lola refused, even going so far as to run away from the marriage."
"And the bigger problem is that since Mother was willing to force Lola to marry Prince Loki regardless of Lola's wishes, if the couple's conflicts intensified after marriage, she would likewise take her son-in-law's side. Such a marriage would undoubtedly be a nightmare. Rather than fleeing once she could no longer endure it, it would be better