Grand Dad Is The Pervert God-Chapter 214: I’ve Found A Wife

Sir William’s breath stalled the moment Penny emerged from between the towering forms of the Naga guards.

She walked with the Nagas at her sides, their massive serpent bodies gliding over the earth like living rivers of scale and muscle—but she outshone all of them. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Her blonde hair, loose and soft, caught the low sunlight pouring across the valley, glowing like molten gold. Her fair skin was almost luminous, untouched by fear or fatigue despite the tense atmosphere.

And her gown...

Even at a distance, Sir William could tell it was no ordinary noble dress. The fabric shimmered faintly with runic threads, the kind of glow only seen in garments forged from spiritual silk. An epic treasure, hidden in plain sight as simple attire.

That was material a royal guard should use for defence. Even the artisans needed tens of years to produce just one as the runes needed to be crafted on it by hand.

And yet it was a simple gown.

If only he knew that her entire wardrobe was like this thanks to her grandfather, then he would have been shocked enough to stab himself.

His eyes followed her without shame.

Not hungrily—

but reverently, like one beholding a highborn fairy who happened to step into the mortal world.

Even the family butler, this old man with a spine straightened by many years of service, leaned in and exhaled a low, appreciative breath.

"...Exquisite," he murmured, stroking his beard. "A beauty of that calibre is rarely seen even in the Capital. Young Lord William... be mindful of your expression."

William ignored the comment—but his ears heated all the same.

Penny approached, and her poise never faltered. She walked with such grace that her feet barely seemed to touch the ground, the Nagas flanking her like living honour guards.

Not one soldier failed to notice the way the Medusae lowered their heads respectfully at her passing.

When she finally came to a halt before Sir William, he found himself straightening unconsciously, trying—ridiculously—to appear more dignified under her gaze.

But she did not look at him with awe.

Nor interest.

Nor even mild curiosity.

Her eyes, a calm storm of blue, regarded him with nonchalance, as though he were simply another traveler on a long road—not the young commander and heir of a Grand Duke’s personal forces.

That alone made William momentarily forget his rehearsed greeting of nobles of his standing.

Penny’s voice broke the silence—smooth, noble, flawlessly controlled.

She had to. After all, she knew she was representing her noble house—her grand father.

"My lords," she said, and dipped into a graceful noblewoman’s bow, her hair spilling forward like silken sunlight.

"On behalf of Baron Eros Tate, ruler of tge Tate housr hold and king of the Snake Mountain, I welcome the esteemed banner of the Six-Winged Phoenix. May I inquire what matter brings one of the Grand Duke’s families so far into the borders of the Snake Forest?"

"King?" Sir William whispered to the Butler, "did she say ’king’?" The whispers were not loud but she dud catch them.

She understood. This was the Almace kingdom. The only person that had any right to call himself king, was the king and ruler of the kingdom.

No other dared.

This was common knowledge.

No doubt, Penny, being a noble woman of the kingdom, knew the rules and how they applied.

She also knew that calling another person king was near blasphemous. Even of it was of the Snake Forest.

Nevertheless, she had no intention of changing her words.

Also, the Nagas and Medusas were a very unique ppeople. Even though their land was technically within the Almace Kingdom, they never considered themselves a part of the Almace kingdom.

In such a light, Eros was indeed their king.

However...

The butler’s eyes narrowed the moment Penny finished speaking.

He had regarded her since their coming here was so important and she was very beautiful—even reminding his young master to be more courteous.

But Penny had stepped quite far.

The man stepped forward sharply, voice ringing with the practiced authority of decades spent enforcing noble protocol.

"How dare you," he snapped, "declare another king before the house of a Grand Duke—on Almace land, no less! Such words—"

A gloved hand rose.

Sir William didn’t look at the butler—he simply raised his palm, and the old man went silent immediately, swallowing whatever rebuke he intended to hurl.

William dismounted from his crystalline soul beast with a practiced, fluid motion. The moment his boots touched the ground, the Nagas reacted. Their massive bodies shifted, coils tightening, several of them subtly slithering closer to Penny with spear tips angled in warning.

Their meaning was unmistakable:

Approach her as you will—but understand that she is not unguarded.

Then again, the pressure from him was not small.

William felt dozens of eyes watching him—calculating, judging—but he did not falter. He stepped forward slowly, respectfully, until he stood directly before Penny.

Then—unexpectedly—

he offered a deep, noble bow.

Not the polite dip a highborn man gives a lesser noble...

...but a true bow.

One that acknowledged her dignity, even her equal potential.

The butler took note of this. After all, this young master of his was usually a very arrogant man. And there was no small amount of women throwing themselves at him.

William reached for her hand gently, and the nearest Naga spears shifted by a hairbreadth—but Penny did not pull back. Perhaps out of confidence. Perhaps out of curiosity.

William took her hand lightly, his touch warm and steady.

He lifted it and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her fingers.

When he looked up, his voice was low, cultured... and sincere.

"I have traveled across countless estates," he said, "and seen daughters of marquises, viscounts, and dukes alike. But never... never have I encountered a beauty with grace so effortlessly radiant."

Penny blinked.

For just a heartbeat—only one—her composure cracked. A small, genuine flicker of surprise touched her eyes. Even the Nagas hesitated, unsure whether to be wary or confused.

William saw it.

And he smiled faintly.

Then, without warning, he asked:

"Forgive my boldness, Lady Penny Tate... but are you betrothed? Or married?"

The question hit the clearing like a thrown stone.

Every soldiers stiffened.

The butler nearly choked.

Even the Naga’s were confused

Penny herself froze.