Don't Be Kind Rashly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 152

Ever since the first day of the hunting tournament, the nobles in Belua were utterly shocked by the astonishing news that the Countess of Plache—the Southern Sage, who had vanished without a trace—was now engaged to the Emperor.

Of course, the greatest shock fell upon the Eastern nobles, who had firmly believed without a doubt that one of their daughters would become Empress, while the non-mainstream nobles who had supported the Countess of Plache walked about with beaming smiles, as if their mouths might split from sheer delight.

“This is wonderful news! I’ll treat everyone to dinner!”

Newspapers unanimously reported this sacred engagement. Non-mainstream nobles raised their glasses in celebration without exception, and market merchants shrieked with joy as they recorded enormous sales.

Thus, the era of the great Eastern noble houses was drawing to a close, and the age in which the Emperor would seize firm control of the Persehta Empire had arrived. The Emperor’s decision—made without the slightest regard for the Eastern nobles’ sensibilities—was extraordinarily bold.

‘Who do you think you are to chatter and boast about my marriage? That’s exactly what he means.’

Only the Eastern nobles, who had feverishly vied over who would become Empress, now looked utterly ridiculous. In particular, the Marquess and Marchioness of Svenya were nowhere to be seen, and Cedric could easily imagine how furiously they must be stomping their way back to Svenya right now.

“The North is truly a dreadful place! I’ll never come here again!”

The Duchess of Alanka, who stood right beside him, weeping and lamenting, surely wanted nothing more than to flee this place as quickly as possible.

Yet retrieving the Duke of Alanka’s body proved quite complicated. Moreover, since his father’s death was an unfortunate “incident,” the opinion of Cabinet Blue also mattered. Yes—that meticulous, troublesome, nosy inspector.

“I’ll never, never come back again. It’s so dreadful that I can’t bear to stay here even for a single moment. Cedric, when can we leave?”

“Inspector Telott will be here soon, Mother.”

“How utterly unbearable! That my husband should pass away in this wretched place where monstrous creatures leap out from every corner! What on earth is His Imperial Majesty thinking? Couldn’t he have considered this sacred marriage more wisely…?”

“Mother.”

Cedric cut off the Duchess’s words just then.

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