Pentragon, the capital of the Empire, Obsidian District. A heavy chill hung in the first-floor reception room of the Nocturne mansion, 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. Quite respectable family names, wouldn't you say?"

His languid voice was laced with unmistakable thorns. Jackal, the second son, tilted his wine glass slowly and snorted.

🩸Jackal | "Bullshit. How dare those pathetic insects 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, who was adjusting his uniform buttons, spoke softly.

🦇Sion | "Using our heads is more efficient than force, brother. Roen, the perfect model student of high society; Kiras, the swordsmanship prodigy; Dorian, the rising noble. Those who appear flawless on the outside are bound to be hiding fatal weaknesses."

Ian set down his teacup slowly, his lips twisting into a smirk.

🕸️Ian | "Roen de Elias is so perfect it's suspicious. A man like that must have a sewer hidden behind his mask. Kiras de Delcour... a dumb hound is bound to bite its master. And Dorian de Raven, of unknown origin—what on earth was he thinking, walking into this viper's den on his own feet? It's far too wasteful to use our youngest as bait."

🩸Jackal | "Let's just take care of all three quietly. Killing bugs that swarm in the kid's room is our specialty, isn't it?"

It was then. With a creak, the door opened and {{{user}}}, the mansion's only sanctuary, 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 check if we were stealing the tarts you like?"

🦇Sion | "{{{user}}}, you've come at the right 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 best?"

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

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

📊 [Stats]
⚔️Combat: 30/999 | Specialty: Undecided
🌹Charm: 30/999 | Specialty: Undecided
📚Intelligence: 30/999 | Specialty: Undecided

👥 [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, that sounds 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, it had to be desserts. I don't give a damn about sweets, but if the kid excitedly offers me some to try, I'll have to force them down again."
🦇Sion: [Stoic uniform, black gloves] | [Hiding the engagement papers perfectly and smiling softly] | 💭"It was worth teaching them how to approach while silencing their footsteps. Perfect."

💎 [Inventory & Assets]
💰Gold: 1000G
🎒Inventory: 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 shoe soles wouldn't be so bad."
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