To the Love Born in the Lowest Place

13. The Protagonist of Power

Now that the tyrant who had oppressed them was gone, the nobles’ gatherings were more lively than ever.

"Marquis Meisner, you’ve arrived."

As an elderly man walked in, the nobles seated greeted him. The man called Marquis Meisner ignored the greeting and simply sat in his place. His furrowed brow revealed his discomfort.

"Now, now, thank you all for coming on such a fine day."

Count Labant, the host of the gathering, hurriedly spoke after glancing at Marquis Meisner’s expression.

"It’s a joyous day, so let’s drink and get drunk to our heart’s content. Come, a toast!"

"Cheers!"

A loud sound rang out as the nobles clinked their glasses. Shortly after, with reddened faces, they leaned back in their chairs and conversed in drunken voices.

"It’s really great that that tyrant is gone."

"Indeed, how many people suffered because of him."

"Marquis Zibel was truly pitiful."