The old man’s question was blunt—so blunt it almost felt like he was enjoying the drama.

Julian and Jesse leaned against the windowsill, eating popcorn, feeling like they were witnessing an emperor selecting a consort for his beloved princess.

"Pick whoever you want, and they’ll join your harem."

Altsin and Melford both turned their heads in unison, staring intently at Chelsea, as if eagerly awaiting her answer.

They wanted her to choose them—yet dreaded that she might choose someone else.

For a moment, the air grew tense.

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Chelsea expressionlessly pointed at Melford.

“This one,” she said coolly to her grandfather. “No good.”

Old Man Eldon: "…?"...