"I've considered everything pretty thoroughly for you, you know? In Landon, you command the wind and summon the rain—I often see you on TV!" Lilac Serval laughed lightly, "Just imagine, if you had an uneducated woman by your side, it would lower your standards."
"How thoughtful of you to think for me," Charles Mcintosh sneered.
"Of course, you are my Brother Mcintosh, I wouldn't harm you."
Lilac Serval's words carried an underlying meaning, her indifferent tone laced with a chilling coldness.
"I don't like women with 'standards'; I prefer the uneducated ones," Charles Mcintosh stated flatly.
"Brother Mcintosh really has a unique taste. This is the first time I've seen such an ethereal and refined gentleman like you."
"..."
"I'll take the house, and if you truly feel sorry for me, you can send me money. As for the rest, it's all pointless no matter how much you say."
Lilac Serval thought that perhaps she really was deserving of pity.
