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 47

The arranged marriage discussions progressed quickly. As expected, Rita voiced no objections, and four days later, the meeting with the potential brides was scheduled.

Selena and Lasha had been in their territory, yet they arrived remarkably quickly. It was likely that Count Quitunen had already called the sisters to the royal capital beforehand, even before bringing up the proposal.

The meeting took place at the Quitunen estate in the royal capital. While it could have been held at the Gustique estate, since this was about taking them as wives, it was fitting for us to visit their home.

We used two carriages to travel to the Quitunen estate. The group consisted of my parents and their attendants, Risty, Rita, and me. It was only about a 15-minute ride, so we arrived at our destination quickly.

Count Quitunen greeted us at the entrance of the mansion. The Quitunen estate was slightly smaller than the Gustique estate but was an impressive structure made of white stone.

After Father exchanged pleasantries with Count Quitunen, we moved to the reception room.

Count Quitunen knocked before opening the door. My parents’ attendants stayed outside the room while the rest of us entered.

Inside, two girls stood waiting.

They had hair as blue as a summer sky and large eyes of the same color. Their delicate noses and thin lips made their features strikingly identical, but their hairstyles differed. One had semi-long hair, while the other’s hair reached just to her shoulders.

Selena and Lasha had always kept their hair at different lengths to make it easier to tell them apart. As before, if things hadn’t changed, the one with the longer semi-long hair would be the elder sister, Selena.

Adorable.

They were noticeably shorter than Risty, probably just under 150 centimeters. As for their figures, their chests matched the information I had—they were about the same size as Rita’s. However, given their petite frames, the slight curves of their bodies stood out a bit more proportionally.

The two bowed deeply and gracefully.

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen the Gustique family. I’m Selena of the Quitunen family.”

“And I’m Lasha.”

As expected, Selena was the one with longer hair. That hadn’t changed.

“Lady Selena, Lady Lasha, it’s been a while.”

We returned the bow as Father spoke.

At Count Quitunen’s invitation, we took our seats, facing each other across a long table. Rita stood two steps behind me.

“Now, regarding the marriage proposal you have brought to us, the Gustique family is inclined to view it positively. However, we wished to provide the individuals involved an opportunity to speak directly with one another, which is why we are here today. Thank you for taking the time to meet with us.”

“Thank you for coming all this way. That said, it may be difficult to speak freely with parents present. If you’ll excuse us, we’ll take our leave.”

Having already thoroughly discussed matters, Father and Count Quitunen left the room, leaving today’s interaction to us.

The room was now occupied by Risty, Rita, Selena, Lasha, and me.

Selena was the first to speak.

“It’s been a long time, Lord Folca, Lady Risty. First, congratulations on your pregnancy. I apologize for the delay in extending my well wishes.”

“Thank you. But Selena, I think it’s fine to use your usual tone here. This is a place for candid discussion, after all.”

I nodded beside Risty, echoing her sentiment.

“If you insist… Then congratulations, Risty, Folca.”

“Thank you, Lasha.”

“Then let me begin by introducing Rita. She’s a retainer of the Gustique family and Lord Folca’s concubine. In a few years, we’ll likely formalize her status as an official wife.”

Rita stepped forward and bowed.

“My name is Rita Ranamel.”

“I’m Selena. Nice to meet you, Rita.”

“I’m Lasha. Pleased to meet you.”

“Rita, please take a seat as well.”

At my urging, Rita sat down, albeit looking slightly uneasy.

“Now, Selena, Lasha, are you both okay with this marriage proposal?”

Both of them looked at me seriously and responded, “Yes.”

“When Lasha and I were evaluated as having a Wind Magic aptitude of 10, our father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, and all of our retainers were overjoyed. They celebrated the fact that the Quitunen bloodline had finally produced a mage of the highest rank. Grandfather even cried in front of our ancestors’ graves.”

Selena paused there and pressed her palm to her chest.

“We want to pass on this lineage—the bloodline of mages that has been refined over generations. And as far as potential partners go, there’s no one better than you, Folca.”

“Not that I’m in a position to choose, but I also think this is the best option, just like my sister.”

Their expressions made it clear this was no mere formality—they were sincere.

From a noble perspective, this mindset was perfectly natural. The Quitunen family’s bloodline, refined through centuries—likely over a thousand years—had always prioritized magical talent. The head was always someone with strong magic, and they sought equally strong partners to further enhance their lineage.

The power of magic was vital. It allowed kingdoms and territories to defend against external threats, treat illnesses, and maintain order.

“And…”

Their voices harmonized as both girls’ expressions softened into smiles. Perfectly synchronized, they brought their fingertips together in front of their chests and spoke simultaneously.

“Our tastes align. Lord Folca, you’re handsome.”

Their smiles and gestures were adorable. Wait… I can have both of these girls?

“I can guarantee Folca’s wonderful personality.”

Risty said, puffing out her chest confidently.

“Thank you. As long as the four of us can get along well, then I’d be happy to welcome you. I don’t mind petite chests—in fact, I prefer them. To me, you’re both simply beautiful.”

“Eep…”

Both of their cheeks turned red at the same time. Adorable.

“Well, I’m already friends with them, so I think we’ll get along just fine. Rita, what do you think?”

“As a retainer, I’ll do my utmost to serve.”

“Make sure to get along as part of the family, okay?”

Risty leaned in toward Rita, applying a bit of pressure as she spoke.

“Y-Yes. I… I’m fine with it.”

Rita seemed flustered.

“My parents are also in favor of the proposal, so it’s practically decided.”

The four of us nodded to one another.

It seemed I’d be gaining two more petite beauties.

“Oh, and Folca’s a bit… big, so be prepared for that, okay? You’re both petite, so I’m a little worried.”

Risty added that as a parting comment. Rita nodded quietly, while Selena and Lasha exchanged wide-eyed glances before looking at each other with a hint of unease.

Thus, our meeting concluded. We later officially informed the royal family and obtained their agreement, marking the formal engagement. Since there was no urgency this time, the wedding would likely take place around late autumn at the earliest.

Until then, life would continue as it had been for a little while longer.