Crash—!
The blond man roughly swept everything off the desk.
Valuable objects rolled across the floor, but his anger did not easily subside.
"Damn it! These lowly things! These insolent bastards!"
He huffed and spat out vulgar words repeatedly.
It was all because of the Pellium Grand Duke.
Thanks to this incident, the bastard's reputation had grown far too high.
'How dare he…….'
He ground his teeth.
To make matters worse, voices criticizing him were growing louder.
He had tried to use the Marquis to shift public opinion, but it was no use.
The people's hearts were already filled with distrust.
Meanwhile, that lowly shaman just stood there smiling without a word.
"When on earth will that damned research of yours be completed!"
"Haha, please calm down first."
The shaman brushed back his silver hair, almost white, and continued.
The research was truly in its final stages, the summit was…
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