Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

The wedding continued until the next day, and my family and the guests were still celebrating it. Of course, we already provided the guests with a place to stay, either in the palace or at the hotel in the noble district.

Not only in the palace, but the city itself was celebrating my three mothers' matrimony, though not entirely. The wedding had become some sort of festival in the city due to the stuff we had treated the masses to, such as free food and booze. It might have become chaotic, but overall, nothing like a serious problem had occurred.

The night of the wedding, the three brides had a lovely threesome by themselves. It was their first night as wives, and it was an important night to them, so I, even my sister, did not bother to join them and stole their precious time with one another.

The whole thing was recorded and then edited into a professional adult film in real time, and I was able to watch their threesome live from desirable angles that night. I would show it to Big Sis and watch it together when we had time.

They actually did an all-nighter, and their room was messy and reeked of strong feminine scents when I came to check on their room the next morning before the servants started cleaning up. There were many things to do, so they did not sleep, and then they prepared themselves, cleaning and dressing themselves, before tending the guests.

Afternoon, as my parents and my sister were enjoying the second day of the party, I was currently in one of the parlors of the palace, joining Sophia on the same couch. Given the place, a discussion would be held here. Iris was included in this meeting, but she was out right now to fetch someone who was involved in this matter.

"We are here, Raphael."

"Please excuse me."

After a few minutes of waiting, the door finally opened, revealing the figure of Iris. As expected, she brought someone with her. The one that Iris pulled out of the party was her paternal aunt, Dixon Empire's Court Mage Maryjane Arcenciel.

"Welcome back, Iris, and good afternoon, Miss Maryjane."

"Good afternoon to you too, Your Highness Raphael."

"Come in and take a seat."

After taking a light bow before me, Maryjane sat on the couch across mine while Iris went straight toward our couch and sat beside me.

With all the participants present settled into the setting, we could start the conversation now. Maryjane was not aware of what we were going to talk about. A little did she know, the matter to discuss was actually primarily about her.

"Well, Iris suddenly approached me earlier while I was in the party. She said that we have something to talk about privately and she apparently needed my presence here, but I did not expect that His Highness Raphael is also involved. So, can you please tell me what this is all about?"

Maryjane voiced her confusion without breaking her composure, as expected of a defined noblewoman. I wanted to give her a response, but Iris got it first.

"Alright, actually, I want you to do me a favor, auntie."

"A favor, you say? Just tell me anything, Iris," Maryjane said with a gentle smile. "I'll do it for you as long as I can. Anything for my niece."

"That's great! Since it will be within your capabilities, then I think you can do this, auntie."

"Yeah, so what is it?"

"Please forgive me for saying this so suddenly, but let's get straight to it. Auntie, I want you to become Raphael's woman."

"...Huh?"

A few days ago, knowing my nature, Iris told me that there was someone she wanted me to make a woman of. I was shocked by how bold she was when she said that to me. The one that she actually recommended to me was her own aunt, Maryjane.

If I were to ask and answer it in a vulgar manner, Maryjane was definitely a fuckable woman. Her age might be thirty, which was not actually that old, but she was still in her prime, probably still reaching her peak.

Other than her beautiful complexion, she had a curvy body and fair skin, and her chest was around the size of Mother's. She was probably able to maintain her shape due to her being unmarried, and in spite of that, she was somewhat emitting a gentle, motherly aura, which incited my interest in her.

"What are you saying, Iris?" She chuckled dryly. "Please don't joke like that."

Maryjane was visibly surprised and stunned by Iris's words; she went silent for a few seconds there. When she regained her composure, she then started laughing awkwardly. But Iris seemed to be unfazed.

"But I am truly serious about it. I actually recommended you to Raphael to make you his woman. Please take it seriously, auntie. Please become his woman."

"Ha..ha...ha... Are you really for real...?"

"Yes," Iris bobbed her head. "And that idea has been approved by the two of them."

"Is this true, Your Highness?" Maryjane then glanced at me.

"Well, I admitted that Iris was kind of rash about it. I did not expect her to say something like that. Don't get me wrong, but after meeting and knowing you in person, I thought that you are actually more than what Iris has described. You are righteous, smart, caring, you even defended Iris from your brother, and... a gorgeous lady."

"Wha—?!"

When I said the latter, Maryjane reacted to it with slightly blushing cheeks and a broad gasp of disbelief.

"As Iris said just now, Sophia also agreed with it."

"On my side," Sophia said. "I actually don't mind how many women Raphael would take, really. That's his nature, and as his future wife, it is natural that I am supporting him with his desires. I witnessed how you defended Iris's happiness and went against the count's wills. No disrespect, but I think that you are kinder and more righteous than a few of Raphael's women."

"It's alright, Sophia. You are not wrong."

When Sophia said the latter, I immediately thought of some people like Czarina, who was full of herself, as well as Rubina and Melville, it did not need an explanation of how terrible of a person the two were.

"E-even if you all say so, why me or all the women?"

"Auntie, let me remind you that you have your own circumstances. Aren't you still single to this day? You are so pure that you could even own a stable of unicorns."

"W-wait. Please don't say that so casually..."

"You rejected all of your suitors because they cannot surpass you in magic, and Raphael undoubtedly can beat you in a magic duel. Is that what you want, right? Someone who is strong to protect you? There is someone who is genuinely interested in you despite your age, and he is literally in front of you.

"But why are you doing this...?"

"I am doing this for your sake, auntie. I want you to find someone who could truly love you. I know that you have been thinking about what would happen to your life, wondering what would come to you as you get older. You already sacrificed yourself enough, and I want to at least provide one of the things you have been yearning for, a lifetime partner."

When Iris said that, Maryjane drooped her head as if her words had stabbed her heart.

"But even if you say so, aren't I older than Her Majesty Gabrielle, his mothers' wife...?"

"Age doesn't matter to him as long as you fit his preference, you know? Actually, he even said that he is into mature women. By the way, one of his sister's fiancees, Mary, was no younger than Gabrielle."

"...What is really going on with this family...? But even if I were to accept it, I already promised your father that I would keep my status as an Imperial Court Mage for years..."

"If that's the case, then you can just become his secret lover. But if you are courageous enough, you can also make your relationship public and announce to the world that you are going to become his wife and get married to him, even if we have to confront my father."

"Please slow down and give me a minute, Iris. I am still trying to process everything..."

"...I am sorry, auntie. I went overboard."

Iris had been bombarding her aunt with reasons to accept the offer so much that Maryjane had to thrust her palm and ask her to stop. Maryjane was looking below and seemed to be breathing heavily, implying that her mind was full of thoughts. When she recovered from the stress, she then calmly looked at us again.

"I could not imagine how this innocent Iris that I knew suddenly offered me something this bizarre. I really appreciate your efforts to solve my crisis regarding my own happiness. But I think I need some time and space to think thoroughly about it."

"If that's what you want, auntie, then we will comply with your demands. Are you with it, Raphael?"

"We are the ones pushing her into this stress, so she deserves time to think. We are sorry for the inconveniences we brought to you today, Miss Maryjane. Please take care of yourself. Thank you for having your time." I then took a bow.

"I don't know how to deal with it, but I will think about your proposal and promise to provide you with a response."

Afterwards, we awkwardly exited the room and went to the party normally, as if nothing else had happened.