If it's to become my favorite stepmother, I'll gladly do a fake marriage! [Main story complete] - Chapter 24

**Children’s Tea Party 1**

This is a children’s tea party.

In the Prep Tea Party, consisting of children aged eight to twelve, Nisha, a six-year-old, is the youngest.

Arriving a bit late, Nisha looked around nervously.

The eldest boy scrutinized Nisha with a malicious look.

“Hey, you! Is it true you were in an orphanage?”

“Yes.”

Nisha replied. She had been informed by Brigid in advance, anticipating questions about her background.

“But there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Just be straightforward. Nisha was very admirable at the orphanage.”

With Brigid’s words in her heart, Nisha raised her head.

(That’s right. Because I was at the orphanage, Mom found me. I became Mom’s child.)

“I’m from an orphanage. I became an adopted child fitting the eyes of Duke Frosvitnill.”

Nisha answered confidently, and the boy made a displeased face.

“Huh! So, you really are the real Nisha!?”

The one who raised her voice was Morrigan, the daughter of the Sleipnir Marquis.

Nisha is confused when she hears a voice.

Addressing Nisha, she looked delighted.

“My name is Morrigan Sleipnir. I’m eight years old.”

Morrigan bows elegantly.

I’m Nisha Hrozvitnir. I’m six years old. Please take care of me.”

Nisha also does her best to say hello.

“Ah! So cute!! So cute!! I see, you’re only six years old, right?”

Morrigan was extremely excited, while Nisha looked confused.

“Ah, I’m sorry if I’m the only one who got all excited. Actually, I’m a fan of Nisha-kun…”

With that said, Morrigan took out Nisha’s fan goods that Brigid had made.

The small white teddy bear had blue button eyes.

“So, um, I wanted to meet you.”

When Morrigan said that, her cheeks suddenly turned red.

(It’s a stuffed animal that my mom made… Even in times like this, my mom helps me.)

Nisha gets happy and her tension eases.

“thank you”

Nisha smiled, and Morrigan paused for a moment before sighing.

“Come on, come on, Nisha-kun! Let’s have some tea here!”

Morrigan pointed to the chair next to hers.

Nisha grabbed the chair and tried to sit down, her every move cute and captivating.

The girls were mesmerized by Nisha’s every action.

In the midst of the girls’ admiration, the boys felt uncomfortable.

Unable to contain themselves, they made nasty remarks.

“You shouldn’t have tea with an orphan like that!”

Another boy retorted.

“Even with a significant age difference, saying mean things is ungentlemanly.”

Morrigan spoke, and other young ladies agreed.

“What? But it’s weird for an orphan to come here!”

Another boy argued.

“A child acknowledged by Duke Frosvitnill? You, of all people, won’t acknowledge her?”

The girls laughed lightly, and the boys became irritated.

“Then let’s settle this with swords!! If she really has the bloodline of Duke Frosvitnill, she should be good with a sword!”

The boy said proudly, grabbing a wooden stick lying nearby. He threw another stick to Nisha.

“Come on, pick it up!”

The boy taunted.

Nisha looked puzzled at the mean-spirited boy.

“Violence is not allowed in the Grand Cathedral!”

The sister said, feeling flustered while trying to intervene.

“It’s not violence, sister. Even holy knights undergo training, don’t they?”

The boy said with a polite smile. Being the son of a significant family, who had made considerable donations to the Grand Cathedral, the sister couldn’t scold him.

Seeking help, the sister hurriedly ran off. All these children came from high-status families. It would be too late once something happened.

Ignoring the sister’s departure, the boy smirked.

“Or, will you ask those girls over there to protect you? Spineless. Duke Frosvitnill didn’t have a discerning eye!”

Insulted, Nisha jumped off the chair.

“I won’t allow you to speak ill of Dad!”

“Then, grab a stick!”

The boy incited.

Without warning, Nisha picked up the stick and lunged towards the boy’s feet, sweeping them off.

The boy, overwhelmed by the unexpected move, fell flat on his back.

Nisha sat down in front of him, pointing the stick at his nose.

Nisha had been receiving sword instruction from Diarmid since returning from the circus. Though not noticed during the intense training with Diarmid, Nisha was the type whose fighting spirit was stimulated when holding a sword.

Gazing at the boy with gleaming eyes, Nisha, with a slight smile, took a step back.

“You dirty! Attacking out of nowhere! Show some fairness!!”

The boy protested, trembling.

“I said it’s fine. Please stand up.”

Nisha replied in her innocent voice.

Her combination of cuteness and fierce determination created an unsettling atmosphere.

Unable to retreat, the boy picked up the stick again, wobbling to his feet.