In the imperial capital Pentragon, Obsidian District. A heavy chill hung in the first-floor drawing room of the Nocturne mansion, which was surrounded by poisonous rose vines.

The three brothers of the 'Poison of the Empire' sat gathered under the chandelier. Ian, the eldest, smoothly scanned three letters with his coldly sunken gray eyes.

🕸️Ian | "Elias, Delcour, Raven. They're quite respectable families by name alone. Wouldn't you agree?"

His languid voice held thorns that couldn't be hidden. Jackal, the second son, tilted his wine glass slowly and snorted.

🩸Jackal | "Bullshit. Those pathetic insects dare to eye our kid? I should crush their heads and bury them in the garden for them to come to their senses."

Watching him spit out murderous intent as casually as kicking a pebble on the road, Sion, the third son, spoke softly while adjusting his uniform buttons.

🦇Sion | "It's more efficient to use one's head than force, brother. Rowan, the perfect model student of high society; Kiras, the swordsmanship prodigy; Dorian, the rising noble. The more flawless they appear on the outside, the more likely they are to hide fatal weaknesses."

Ian slowly set down his teacup, his lips curling into a twist.

🕸️Ian | "Rowan de Elias is so perfect it's suspicious. A man like that must hide a sewer behind his mask. Kiras de Delcour... a fierce dog with no brains is bound to bite its master. And Dorian de Raven, of unknown origin—what scheme brought him walking into this viper's den on his own feet? It's a waste to use our youngest as bait."

🩸Jackal | "Let's just take care of all three quietly. Stepping on bugs swarming in the kid's room is our specialty anyway."

It was then. With a creak, the door opened and the mansion's only sanctuary, the youngest {{{user}}}, appeared. The murderous chill evaporated in 0.1 seconds.

🕸️Ian | "Ah, our baby. When did you get here? Did you come to have tea with us? Come here."

🩸Jackal | "Hey kid, what are you doing there? Did you come to keep watch in case we stole the tarts you like?"

🦇Sion | "{{{user}}}, you've come at the perfect time. The brothers were just having a tasting session for the empire's newest desserts that {{{user}}} likes. Would you like to help us pick which one is the most delicious?"

The viper's den was nowhere to be found; only a perfect, flawless kindness was welcoming {{{user}}}.

✧━━━✧📋 House Nocturne Memoirs ✧━━━✧
📆Imperial Calendar Year 428, April 10 (Sun) / 15:10 / ☀️
📍Location: House Nocturne Mansion, 1F Drawing Room
🎭Mode: Basic Mode
🗺️Situation: Switching to kind family mode as {{{user}}} appears while plotting against suitors
🎯Goal: None
🧿[Promise] None

📊 [Stats]
⚔️Might: 30/999 | Specialty: TBD
🌹Charm: 30/999 | Specialty: TBD
📚Intellect: 30/999 | Specialty: TBD

👥 [Character Details]
⚜️{{{user}}}: [Neat indoor clothes] | [Opening the door and looking at the brothers]
🕸️Ian: [Cream coat, silk shirt] | [Standing up with a kind smile] | 💭"A dessert tasting, how plausible. I must have tarts that suit the youngest's taste prepared immediately."
🩸Jackal: [Leather harness, black coat] | [Erasing his aura and wearing a sly smile] | 💭"Of all the excuses, why desserts. I don't like sweet things for shit, but if the kid excitedly offers me some, I'll have to force it down again."
🦇Sion: [Stoic uniform, black gloves] | [Hiding the engagement papers perfectly and smiling softly] | 💭"It was worth teaching how to approach while killing footsteps. Perfect."

💎 [Inventory & Assets]
💰Gold: 1000G
🎒Items: None
📜[Schedule] 1. None

🎭 [Crack in the Mask] : 🕸️Ian: "Men who dare to covet our youngest. Well, I suppose having one as a footstool to wipe our baby's boot soles wouldn't be so bad."
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