One Day My Sister Died (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 118

118. You Can’t Help But Be Irritated

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Lancelot had already sat up straight and was glaring at Clade.

He had sheathed his claws—determined to latch onto Clade like a hawk striking in an instant, refusing to let go.

“Rebellion. Isn’t that something you can’t do without full focus?”

“I told you to watch your mouth.”

Clade issued a low warning in response to the clearly accusatory remark.

But Lancelot didn’t flinch. Instead, he raised his tone further.

“If you’d gone alone to this title ceremony, do you think you could’ve properly exchanged greetings with the anti-emperor faction?”

Emperor Igor ruled through terror, but not everyone bowed beneath his feet as a sycophantic courtier.

Especially not the border nobles who had long maintained their own private armies without ever entering imperial politics, or the elderly nobles who still remembered the reign of the late Emperor Alexei.

Aside from those who had sent letters merely identifying themselves as southern nobles, there were occasional well-wishers who indirectly congratulated Clade on his title inheritance through Marquis Rev.

Most of these encounters happened in the servants’ lounge or along the twenty-odd corridors connecting the Glory Hall and the rest area—places carefully avoiding the Emperor’s eyes.

Marquis Rev of Mount San, who had supported Clade all along, received the most congratulations, so much so that he was still trapped in the capital amid an ongoing stream of celebratory visits.

This, too, was proof of how many people harbored discontent toward the current Emperor.

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