Ah. It's that list.
Kyle exhaled slowly.
So people have started talking.
"Are you talking about the list of possible marriage candidates?" he asked, voice low and measured, carefully verifying the facts.
Ollie's eyes narrowed, lips twitching as he sucked in a breath.
So, it's true?! There really is such a list?!
Kyle didn't need to hear him speak. The expression on Ollie's face spelled everything out in neon lights.
"It's the same kind of list most noble families prepare for their children," Kyle said plainly. "It's been there ever since we entered Primary School. And it's the one I told you about last time when you said you'd introduce people."
He didn't elaborate further. More like couldn't.
Because even now he couldn't explain that it was actually a joint list—a cover list for the Imperial Crown Prince, whose identity remained concealed. Yes, those people really signed up for him, but at the end of the day, it was essentially a census of eligibility.
