"Sis... what you're doing is putting me in a tough position..." I laughed bitterly, "How am I supposed to explain the situation to Uncle Big Hammer later?"

"Isn't it simple? I like Atu, and Atu likes me, so we're planning to get married," the girl continued with her 'planting plan' casually, "Just tell dad like this. He'll definitely agree."

No... although I think Uncle Big Hammer might not reject the idea of me dating Margaret.

But please, believe me... for any father who loves his daughter, the sudden news that his beloved daughter, who he has raised for over a decade, wants to marry another man...this mental shock is no less than that of finding out "the daughter is actually the child of a next-door neighbor.

So, I think for Uncle Big Hammer... it might be hard to accept for a while...

Of course, this is generally the case.

Unless it’s my perverted father, who might jump excitedly from the ground:

"After getting cuckolded... daughter's not related to me by blood anymore... hehehe...."

Nonetheless, undoubtedly, Uncle Big Hammer is a normal father. One with low tolerance...

Thinking about it, I said to Margaret delicately:

"Sister... isn't it a bit hasty thinking about marriage now? I think we should do some preparations, shouldn't we?"

"That's not for Atu to worry about, sister has prepared everything!"

The girl patted her chest proudly, and her two curves swayed slightly, attracting my attention.

"About the baby... I, your sister, have prepared everything. From diapers, crotchless trousers, school uniforms, wedding dresses...To the shroud for the funeral... I have prepared everything!"

Margaret said, showing off her knowledge:

"The question is, should we have a boy first? Or a girl?"

Speaking of this, the girl frowned, seemingly troubled by this question.

Is that what you've been preparing all those little clothes for, sis? Although the idea is good... a shroud is a bit over the top!

"Ah... doesn't matter. Let’s have fifty boys and fifty girls first! I made both boys' and girls’ clothes... they should not be worn out..."

"It’s happily decided that way!"

Eh?! Are you too rash?!

What is fifty boys and fifty girls?!

Sister, although I know you always like kids very much... although you might become the queen after the death of the elderly from London... you're not the queen of insects!

Fifty children are too exaggerated!

Even if you can really give birth to so many... I'm not a piling machine!

I'll die, seriously! Death in the sense of exhaustion, collapse on your stomach!

Suppressing the impulse to complain in my heart, I tried as much as possible to maintain my calm and said to Margaret:

"Sister... what I meant was to get engaged first..."

Actually, I wanted to say that we should try to date for a while... But considering that Margaret was talking about marriage from the start.

If I said that, I might get bitten to death right?

So, forget it.

Well... let me put it this way.

Although I undoubtedly really like Margaret, my feelings for her are genuine.

However, as a man... getting married with a woman you’ve known since childhood, without any other experience, makes me feel a bit regretful.

After all, I haven't experienced the vast outside world... nor have I met other women besides my sister and Margaret. Being tied to a tree like this, I feel a little wronged.

If I knew nothing about the outside world, I might be willing to live happily with Margaret.

But over the past five years, I've watched too many fantasy adventure stories in the basement of the old bastard.

In these stories, the hero travels around the world, experiences the world, conquers various women with his own strength... And this is the life that the old bastard has always taught and expected me to live.Translate the world, spread ancestral genes to every corner, becoming the unparalleled empire of harems in the world!

This is the romance of men!

How can one give up an entire forest for a single tree?

For many people, these romantic tales are merely stories.

But for me, it's not. At this moment, I already possess power surpassing my father's. That old rascal's strength is considered top-notch even throughout the entire western continent.

In other words, I am fully capable of adventuring across the globe!

Moreover, in the old rascal's training for the last five years, I subtly mastered a set of...um... skills for dealing with females. Not just about managing the "positions" in bed, but also strategies for dealing with different types of girls.

What can I do to increase their favorability? What should I say to open their hearts? These thoughts gradually became instinctive for me during the long course of training.

For example, the words I just spoke to Margaret. Half were genuine, the other half was the unconscious application of theories the old rascal taught me.