To My Beloved, I Present My Exquisite Nightmare (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 142

The murmuring grew louder. At first, it was like the wind rolling over fallen leaves, but soon it spread and swelled like a gale shaking thick trees by their roots, escalating abruptly into a verbal brawl.

Some raised their voices, asserting that Duchess Himiard was right.

Then, others countered heatedly that since the king himself had approved and overseen the matter—especially something as significant as the Crown Prince’s marriage—it couldn’t possibly be so lightly dismissed.

The unrest, showing no sign of quieting, abruptly ceased at the sharp sound of a bang! Duchess Himiard had risen from her seat, her knuckles white from gripping the table. Her intense, piercing gaze swept over the crowd.

“No one here can claim ignorance of how great a peril Searrow fell into after the tragedy of the previous generation. Our people have been plunged into misery by the inexplicable ‘sink’ phenomenon—its cause and cure unknown—and now live in fear and anguish. Malevolent entities, ghosts, and monsters roam freely upon our land. Why was Tentinella established? Does anyone here truly not know why those knights risk their lives in daily battles, and where the root of this calamity lies?”

Someone gave a small cough—a sound tangled with tension and anxiety.

A heavy silence swept through the room like a sandstorm. Everyone felt it—a sharp, scraping pain… or perhaps a sense of impending crisis.

An uneasy balance swayed between the impossibility of outright denying Himiard’s words and the reluctance to easily agree with her. It felt as if it might collapse at any moment.

“Then,”

everyone turned toward the deep, steady voice of Count Tommen. Himiard looked at him too. Both bore exhausted eyes.

“What is your opinion, Duchess? Surely you wouldn’t raise such a matter without any plan at all?”

“Of course not. But this is something I cannot accomplish alone—and so I am asking for your help.”

Baroness Iena spoke.

“Please tell us specifically what you propose. Only if we all clearly understand what measures you have in mind can we properly form our opinions.”

Others nodded in agreement. Himiard, lips pressed firmly together, looked steadily into each of their faces—her gaze as sharp as a blade.

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