Chapter 164
Viscount Kerata’s words sounded like a disagreement with Count Urmariti, but in truth, they were an even sharper rebuke.
He subtly shifted the narrative to accuse Viscount Olor’s son and his wife of treating a royal-hosted banquet as less important than their own petty family drama.
‘Ooh, go Viscount Uncle!’
Leonia looked genuinely surprised.
She never imagined that the warm, deer-like man could deliver such a high-level, roundabout insult.
Apparently, to Northerners, “etiquette” just meant a classier form of brawling.
“Y-Yes, that’s true...”
“Why stir up trouble on such a fine day?”
“Just like Count Erbanu did.”
“Like father, like daughter.”
The nobles watching began whispering to one another again.
The mood shifted once more.