Vena sat motionless in her chair, staring blankly at her aunt across from her as she talked on and on.
"Baron Sestanley's son is quite handsome, and he has a good personality too. People who know him say he's never liked fooling around outside like the sons of the other nobles in the city. He's always stayed quietly at home, helping Baron Sestanley manage the family's affairs. Listen to me. Baron Sestanley may not be the most prominent noble in Bunta City, but his lands aren't much smaller than Viscount Leslie's... oh, they belong to Baron Billier now. Altogether, they cover nearly twenty hectares. If you married him..."
Vena couldn't help sighing.
This was why she didn't particularly like coming home.
She was a Bunta City native, and her parents lived in a small village less than five kilometers north of the city.
Although she seemed rather aloof, she was a devoted daughter. Even when she had worked in Sartan City, she had returned home regularly to spend time with her parents.
What she found hard to bear, however, was that every time she came home, older relatives would come over and urge her to get married. It annoyed her to no end.
Before her relationship with Rem had changed, they had simply urged her to make things official with him, preferably by getting married straightaway.
But after learning that she and Rem had broken up, they had immediately changed targets, enthusiastically introducing all sorts of men to her and urging, even pressuring, her to hurry up and marry.
Do they think I can't find a husband? Vena sometimes thought angrily.
To be fair, she was already twenty-five that year. On the Sains Continent, it was indeed quite late for a woman of twenty-five to remain unmarried.
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