A Flat-Chest Believer Reincarnated in a World Where Women with Small Breasts Aren't Treated as Women ~ I Ended Up with a Flat-Chested Harem. - Chapter 3

Henrique Stola Gustique, the Marquis of Gustique, was seated in a small room located deep within the royal castle. Across from him, seated at the table, was the King of the Rolique Kingdom, Leogalza Lugon Rolique. It was just the two of them in the room.

“Henrique, sorry to keep you waiting,” the King said.

“No, I apologize for the sudden request. Thank you for making time for me, Leogalza.”

The two men were the same age and had been friends since childhood. When alone, they addressed each other by name.

“I’ll get straight to the point. It’s about that proposal we discussed the other day,” the King said.

“You mean the marriage proposal between Risty and my son, Folca,” Henrique replied.

Henrique nodded with an “Ah,” took a deep breath, and began to speak.

“I spoke to him. My son is quite positive about the idea.”

“I see… Well, given her chest, it’s expected that it would be challenging. I can’t blame you. I apologize for bringing such an awkward proposal. I never intended to belittle the House of Gustique. It’s just that we wanted to preserve the holy magic bloodline with the 10 aptitude. Besides, that girl…”

“Hold on, Leogalza. You need to listen to what I’m saying,” Henrique interrupted.

The King tilted his head slightly in confusion.

“I said my son is positive about it,” Henrique repeated.

“Positive? You mean, he’s actually open to marrying Risty?” the King asked, clearly taken aback.

“How else could you interpret that?” Henrique responded.

“…Are you serious?”

“I don’t make jokes about these things,” Henrique affirmed.

“I see. As expected of your son, Henrique. He must understand the importance of preserving the bloodline with a 10 in holy aptitude. Still, I feel bad… How can I make amends for putting such a burden on him?”

“Well, here’s the thing… To be honest, I was surprised too, but Folca is incredibly enthusiastic about the whole situation,” Henrique said.

King Leogalza tilted his head even more, puzzled.

“Is he okay? Could he have confused her with her younger sister, Felicie? I mean, I wouldn’t mind giving Felicie to Folca either,” the King mused.

Risty’s younger sister, the second princess Felicie, seemed to be developing quite well in terms of her figure.

“No, he’s not mistaken. He’s fully aware of the size of her chest,” Henrique assured.

“Really? Truly?” the King pressed, still in disbelief.

“Truly,” Henrique confirmed.

King Leogalza tilted his head so far that it reached the limits of human flexibility. There was an audible crack.

“Are you alright?” Henrique asked.

“It hurts,” the King admitted.

“As I thought…,” Henrique muttered, clearing his throat with a small cough.

“From my perspective, I think this marriage would be beneficial for both houses. There are a few concerns, but if we can address those, I’d be more than happy to proceed,” Henrique said.

“I understand. We’ll move forward cautiously to ensure that even if it doesn’t work out, Folca’s reputation won’t be tarnished,” the King replied thoughtfully.

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After I finished changing, I stood in front of the mirror to check my appearance.

Today, I was wearing semi-formal attire. If you imagine a school uniform with an embroidered stiff collar, it would be close. This was the standard formal wear for male nobles in the Kingdom of Rolique.

One particularly striking feature of the outfit was the decorative piece on my chest, made of platinum and designed with a vine motif. In this world, platinum can only be processed with magic, making it a very valuable material. Incidentally, it was handcrafted by my father.

Yep, everything looks fine from the front.

“Rita, does anything look strange?” I asked, spinning in place for her to see.

“No, it looks wonderful on you,” she replied.

I was at the Gustique estate in the royal capital, preparing to head to the royal castle.

After expressing my positive stance on the marriage proposal with the royal family, it was decided that Princess Risty and I should meet in person. According to my father, they probably wanted to ensure that there were no misunderstandings or miscommunications.

It seemed that the royal family had not anticipated my enthusiasm for the marriage. My father had even made an uncharacteristically bad joke, saying, “The King hurt his neck from tilting his head too much.”

“Alright, time to give it my best,” I said, psyching myself up.

I was a little nervous. I was about to meet the woman who, if all went smoothly, would become my wife. Although I knew her from before, it had been a while since we last spoke. I just hoped the conversation wouldn’t become awkward.

“You probably don’t need to try too hard. The royal family will likely set the tone for the meeting,” Rita said in her usual calm tone.

She had a point. It was, after all, the royal family that had proposed this marriage, and on top of that, it was a proposal after a previous engagement had been broken off. Even though they were royalty, they would probably be the ones to exercise caution.

“True, but I still want to make a good impression.”

I genuinely wanted to get along well with Princess Risty. My goal was a sweet, love-filled life with her.

“…I’m sure you’ll be fine, Master Folca. Now, the carriage is ready,” Rita reassured me.

I stepped outside the mansion and boarded the carriage that was waiting just inside the gate. Both my father and mother were already inside.

“You look handsome, Folca,” my mother said with a gentle smile.

I had to admit, I did think I looked pretty good all dressed up.

“Really? Glad to hear it,” I replied nonchalantly, but inwardly, I was grateful. Thank you for giving birth to me with good looks, Mom, I thought silently.

My father gave the coachman the order, “Let’s go,” and the carriage began to move, setting off toward the royal castle.