They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 411: Are You Jealous?

If Somto truly valued family that much... then she would find a way to get along with Nnenna, even if it bruised

her pride.

But if not, if this “sister” title was just a nhe used out of politeness, then Ava wouldn't waste her time. She

hated feeling small around anyone, and just standing beside Nnenna already made her feel... diminished.

Even worse, she didn’t expect to feel this way about a girl she had just met.

So this was how important his sister was to him?

Her brother had been right.

Somto doesn’t use words loosely, Arthur had once said to her. If he calls someone ‘family’, then that person is

untouchable. Especially if it’s a girl. You'll only waste your ttrying to compete with that.

Ava clenched her fists quietly.

She didn't like it. Not one bit.

But the message was clear. Nnenna wasn’t just sgirl Somto brought over from his place. She was someone

precious.

She watched the car disappear down the paved royal road, flanked by guards, heading toward the inner castle

gates.

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Looks like I have no choice,” she murmured to herself. “If | want to stay close to Brother Somto... | have to get

along with that sister of his.”

The wind tugged gently at her hair as she turned away, her mind already racing through plans.

In the car, Somto and Nnenna sat side by side in silence, the soft hum of the vehicle blending with the rustle of

wind outside. It was Nnenna who finally broke the silence.

“That was Arthur's sister, right?”

Somto nodded casually. “Yes. That was Ava.”

Nnenna hesitated, then spoke again, her voice careful, thoughtful. “You don’t have to tellto be nice to her. |

can handle people... | just didn’t expect her to push like that.”

Somto gave a small smile. “You don’t have to be nice to her if you don’t want to. Just because she’s Arthur's

sister doesn’t mean she gets to pressure you. Besides, Ava has never been consistent around me, she’s playful,

friendly, but nothing deep. And even if she was, it wouldn't change anything.”

Nnenna felt a small warmth settle in her chest. She had been wondering, watching how patient he was with Ava,

how he hadn't immediately corrected her behavior.

For a second, she thought maybe Ava was someone special to him. She turned to him, struggling with the

question. But she needed to know.

“She called you Brother Somto... She seemed close to you,” she said quietly. “Wouldn'tignoring her be seen

as disrespectful to you?”

Somto blinked. Then his eyes widened slightly as realization clicked into place. She wasn't just trying to be

polite... she was concerned about how it might affect him.

And maybe... just maybe, a little bit more.

His lips twitched, then a smirk crept across his face as he leaned slightly closer, watching her carefully.

“Wait... are you...” he paused, then blurted without thinking, “Are you jealous?”

Nnenna was speechless.

Was she really jealous? Why did it even bother her, the way Somto had been patient with Ava? She hadn't known

they were close, and when she thought they were, she had felt... something. Something strange in her chest. It

wasn't anger. It wasn’t sadness. But it was enough to make her speak up like that.

And apparently, enough to make him notice.

She quickly tried to clarify herself.

“No. It's not like that at all,” she said, her voice a little too fast. “I’m not jealous. | just... | just wanted to make

sure thatkeeping quiet or looking away from her wouldn't be considered disrespectful to you. That's all.”

Somto looked at her quietly for a moment. His expression was unreadable. Then he leaned back into his seat

with a small sigh and a lopsided smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I see,” he said softly.

There was a flicker of something in his tone. Not sadness exactly, but disappointment. Just a little. Like someone

who had hoped, even just for a moment, that something was true. And now knew it wasn't.

Maybe he was just being silly. Wishful. He wasn’t sure.

So he let it go.

“We'll be reaching the castle soon,” he said, shifting the mood. “Are you curious about it at all? Prigrian Castle

is... different.”

He turned to look out the window, the golden light of the sun beginning to break through the clouds, reflecting

off faraway spires in the distance.

Nnenna glanced at him, sensing the quiet change in energy. She didn’t know what it meant, not yet, but she

could tell that whatever she said had hit a nerve. And that somehow, her words mattered more than they should

have.

She followed his gaze out the window and saw what looked like a city carved from marble and silver rising out of

lush, forested land. The castle towers sparkled in the distance like they belonged in another world entirely.

“Yeah,” she murmured, “I'm curious.”

Somto gave a small nod, his voice steady again.

“Then get ready,” he said. “We are almost there.”

And Nnenna did exactly that.

The atmosphere between them had grown quiet, a little awkward, maybe, but thankfully, the change of topic

brought scalm. She shifted in her seat and turned her full attention to the window, focusing on what lay

ahead.

As the car continued down the long private road, the first thing that struck her was the vastness of the

landscape.

Prigrian Castle wasn't just a palace, it was a world on its own.

The castle grounds stretched for miles, enclosed by towering stone walls covered in thick green ivy and flowering

vines that shimmered in the afternoon light.

A forest of perfectly trimmed white trees lined the inner roadways, their leaves catching the sunlight like silver

foil. Beyond them were grand marble sculptures of past rulers, warriors, and scholars, frozen in tbut filled

with majesty.