It's not like he needed a political marriage anyway.
"Yes, so, just chatting is fine." Sylvie smiled faintly, her thoughts unreadable.
Despite this, the two didn't actually talk much. After a few sentences, they completely ran out of things to say. Sylvie tactfully walked away; after all, she had completed her family's task.
"Does she really not care?" Watching Sylvie's departing figure, Isaac smiled faintly. 'Honestly, I don't really believe it. No matter what, she's a Great Knight. It's impossible that she has no desire to control her own destiny.'
However...
'That might be a little difficult.'
"What? Interested in her? Want me to put in a good word? Given our family's current situation, it shouldn't be difficult." Just then, Caesar, dressed in a white formal suit, walked over to Isaac's side with his hands behind his back. He watched Sylvie's departing figure and spoke softly.
