Chapter 33
Translator: FenrirTL
Editor: Greedy
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< Chapter 33 >
Enrico Lagan was, of course, a noble. He seemed like someone who had grown up completely unaware of hardship, his demeanor often clueless. As I spoke, he twirled a lock of his wavy brown bangs around his finger, listening.
“...So, you’re saying that your relationship with Giselle isn’t that of an arranged marriage or anything like that?”
Hearing my explanation, Enrico sighed in relief and patted his chest.
“If anything, Giselle is closer to hating me. If we were on good terms, would I really be eating alone like this?”
Enrico nodded repeatedly in agreement.
“That’s true. No matter how much they champion meritocracy, there’s no way a renowned household like the Kusthoria would take in someone from the lower classes as one of their own. I misunderstood for no reason. Hmm, yeah.”
He was casually spouting such words right in front of me. And yet, I didn’t even feel angry. There wasn’t the slightest hint of malice in his words. He disregarded the lower district as naturally as breathing.
Many nobles probably thought and acted just like Enrico. Even among my fellow cadets, it was the same. Most of them were nobles full of a sense of entitlement. The only thing that set me apart was that they acknowledged me as an equal.