Don't Be Kind Rashly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 145

In truth, the horse racing tournament was merely a platform for wealthy owners to flaunt their well-bred horses and conduct business deals. No one truly cared about the races themselves.

What mattered most was socializing with those present, cheering for handsome jockeys, and arranging marriages or matches between suitable parties.

And above all, what thrilled everyone was the news that the nobles from the central, western, and northern regions—who had skipped both the Viscount of Noalis’s wedding and Duke Svenya’s ball—were now uniting to confront the great eastern aristocrats.

Even more thrilling was the fact that Countess Plache, that formidable Iron Lady, had entered the battle for the Empress’s throne, forcing every noble present here to choose a side. Everyone was part of this war; each had to decide where their allegiance lay.

Of course, this had nothing to do with Jane Telott, an inspector who was neither noble nor here for anything beyond a vacation and summer retreat.

“So they’re really going to try it? Are they seriously planning to push their daughter forward?”

“But isn’t she the Southern Sage? Is it even legally permissible for a Sage to marry His Imperial Majesty?”

“Well, isn’t that Sage practically powerless? The South is clearly blocked off, after all.”

“Still, His Majesty opened it again this time. That’s precisely why the eastern nobles nearby are so troubled about it.”

Bellua was renowned as the finest summer resort. Nobles fleeing the heat crowded the racetrack, and Inspector Jane Telott devoured her ice cream soda while overhearing all sorts of gossip.

Her thrifty aunt never spared money at resorts, especially when it came to her beloved niece’s meals—anything was acceptable except those dreadful meals at Cabinet Blue.

Just as Jane ordered her second ice cream soda, the topic of conversation in the hotel’s rear sun lounge grew increasingly specific—because Princess Alanka had just appeared, holding a parasol.

“Who do you think will win? Will it be Duke Svenya’s daughter or that princess?”

“Why only consider eastern nobles? What about Lady Plache? Ever since Turington, His Majesty has personally escorted and attentively cared for her.”

Everyone seated here were nobles who lived off the income from massive trusts, traveling across nations and enjoying life.

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