Jihl watched this scene with half exasperated, half amused.
"Heh, so you can make that kind of face too, Jihl."
"Big Brother," Jihl gave a sullen glare to Crown Prince Paras, who was teasing him without holding back.
His eldest brother, with golden hair from their father and dark eyes from their mother, was twenty-seven years old man with strikingly handsome appearance.
Although he was now smiling sweetly at his cute little brother, in his role assisting the king with government affairs, his sharp skills had earned him the nickname ruthless prince.
"Hey, don't glare like that. You're scary, you know? Your face is basically a weapon. You'll scare that cute little puppy-boy."
Even though he said that, Paras himself didn't seem scared at all and just chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation.
"Why are you here anyway, big brother? And why are sister-in-law and Priscilla here too?"
