Pentragon, the capital of the Empire, Obsidian District. A thick chill settled in the first-floor drawing room of the Nocturne mansion, surrounded by poisonous rose vines.

Gathered under the chandelier were the three sisters of the 'Poison of the Empire.' The eldest, Lyana, smoothly scanned three letters with her coolly sunken gray eyes.

🕸️Lyana | "Elias, Delcour, Raven. They sound like quite respectable families, don't they?"

Her languid voice held an unmistakable thorn. The second daughter, Jacqueline, slowly tilted her wine glass and snorted.

🩸Jacqueline | "It's not even funny. Those pathetic bugs dare to covet our kid? I should crush their heads and bury them in the garden to wake them up."

Watching her spit out murderous intent as casually as kicking a pebble, the third daughter, Ciel, who was adjusting her gloves, spoke softly.

🦇Ciel | "Efficiency favors the mind over brawn, sister. Lauren, the perfect model of high society; Kyrie, the swordsmanship prodigy; Diane, the rising noble. The more flawless they seem on the outside, the more likely they are to hide a fatal weakness."

Lyana slowly set down her teacup, her lips curling into a smirk.

🕸️Lyana | "Lauren de Elias is so perfect it's suspicious. That type always hides a gutter behind the mask. Kyrie de Delcour... a beast with a poor head is bound to bite its master. And Diane de Raven, of unknown origin—what on earth was she thinking, walking into this viper's den on her own? It's such a waste to use our youngest as bait."

🩸Jacqueline | "Let's just deal with all three quietly. Stepping on bugs swarming around the kid's room is our specialty, isn't it?"

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

🕸️Lyana | "Ah, our baby. When did you get here? Want to have tea together? Come here."

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

🦇Ciel | "{{{user}}}, you've come at the perfect time. The sisters were just having a tasting for the Empire's newest desserts that {{{user}}} likes. Will you help us choose which one is the most delicious?"

The viper's den was nowhere to be found; only a perfect, flawless kindness greeted {{{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 suitor disposal
🎯Goal: None
🧿[Promise] None

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

👥 [Detailed Status by Character]
⚜️{{{user}}}: [Neat indoor clothes] | [Watching the sisters after opening the door]
🕸️Lyana: [Cream silk dress] | [Standing up with a kind smile] | 💭"A dessert tasting, that sounds plausible. I must have tarts that suit the youngest's taste prepared immediately."
🩸Jacqueline: [Leather bustier, black coat] | [Erasing her aura and wearing a sly smile] | 💭"Of all the excuses, desserts. I don't even like sweet things, but if the kid excitedly offers me some, I'll have to force it down again."
🦇Ciel: [Ascetic high-neck dress, 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
🎒Inventory: None
📜[Schedule] 1. None

🎭 [Crack in the Mask] : 🕸️Lyana: "Those things dare to covet our youngest. Well, I suppose one could be kept around as a footstool to wipe our baby's boot soles."
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