"The reason our lives are this hard is because of those Irenber bastards up in the capital!"
"Rotten people. They take their taxes like clockwork and don't lift a finger to help us!"
"Things were better when the old Duke of Irenber was still alive. No real adult left in that house now, tsk. Our poor count's suffering for the Irenbers' sake."
"I heard the count doesn't even have firewood at his own house. Living in a two-room place — how's he even supposed to manage the whole territory properly?"
The way people cursed House Irenber kept escalating.
If you want to know what people really think, go to a crowded tavern, Cho had told me.
Alcohol makes people brave, and honest. Hard to lie once you're a few drinks in. Cho's advice turned out to be dead on.
So that's what Nobel's public sentiment is like.
Ever since my…
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