Became a Strategist with a 100 Intelligence and 100% Accuracy

I blinked, alternating my gaze between Jinor and Reika.@@novelbin@@

Reika wasn't just bowing her head now; she had her face pressed to the floor, her ears flushed red, and her body trembling slightly. On the other hand, Jinor had a calm and serious expression, completely at odds with Reika’s nervousness.

"That's my request," Jinor said.

"You want me to marry Reika?" I asked, still trying to wrap my head around what was happening.

"Yes. I think it’s a good match for you," Jinor replied.

Wait... this sudden request? Without any prior warning?

Why?

Seeing the confusion on my face, Jinor calmly asked again.

"Do you not want to?"

"No, it's not that I don’t want to... it’s just..."

I glanced at Reika. Had she already heard everything? Was she ready to marry me just because her adoptive father, Jinor, said so? She was still keeping her head down, so it was difficult to read her expression.

"Speak freely, don’t hesitate. Say what’s on your mind," Jinor urged.

I hesitated for a moment, then carefully spoke up.

"Well, you asked me to speak freely, so I will. I’m not married yet, but I already have someone I intend to marry."

"Already four potential candidates?" Jinor asked, raising an eyebrow.

"...No, just one," I corrected.

"Then what’s the issue? Why not take Reika as a second wife?"

"..."

I knew that in this world, a man could have multiple wives, so that part wasn’t surprising. But coming from a world where monogamy was the norm, I had built up certain values over the years that made it difficult to accept such a suggestion easily.

Would I hate having multiple wives? Honestly, no, it wasn’t that bad. But how would my wives feel about it? That was a different story.

"...Ah, if you’re uncomfortable with inheriting the title, you don’t have to. If it’s not beneficial for you, I won’t force it," Jinor added.