"Huh?"
Rafayel couldn't immediately process what Khazan had just said.
"I told you—I asked Lord Tristan out a long time ago, but he rejected me!"
What… really? But Uncle seems like the type who would've said yes… He always says, 'I don't refuse those who come, and I don't chase those who leave,' doesn't he?
"I-I see… That must make it hard to face him now…"
"Right? When I met Lord Tristan back then, I didn't even know he was married—let alone that he had kids. So I just confessed. And he replied, 'If you want to become my sixth husband, that's fine.' I was shocked. I remember thinking, 'How many men is this guy surrounding himself with?!' I felt disgusted."
"However, now, I understand that it's a legitimate form of polyandry, a proper marriage setup, and that it's okay if everyone consents. But back then, I was still stuck on the idea that relationships had to be one-on-one. That confession was just a reckless mistake of youth… something I really don't want to remember."
