"Sorry, I might've been a little insensitive." The old man chuckled.
"My name is Halemire Virelorn, the rightful King of Varnak, ruler of Yrgon, and the current patriarch of the Virelorn Royal family." He introduced himself.
"I see... It's a pleasure to meet you too," Rael said with a nod, before tilting his head. "But marriage? Don't you think you should offer me some tea first?"
"Hahaha, I just don't like beating around the bush," Halemire replied with a laugh. "So? What do you say? I've got 11 daughters, with the oldest one being a stunning beauty."
"I see," Rael nodded, clearly disinterested.
He was already married to one woman due to political reasons, but another one? Fuck no.
"Before I refuse your offer, I'd like to—"
"Now now, give me a second," Halemire cut him off, and began tapping in the air.
No way he's sending a message right?