Chapter 43: A Treacherous Banquet and a Hasty Escape
The nobles who had been uninvolved quickly turned on the one who had tested the elf, condemning them one after another.
"You’re just a minor noble—what difference is there between you and a commoner? Flaunting your insignificant authority? That might fool the ignorant lower classes, but don’t think you have the right to represent all nobles."
"The reputation of the nobility has been tarnished by people like you. Stop disgracing us. Using such underhanded tricks... do you really think the rest of us are as foolish as you?"
"If you want to die, don’t drag us down with you. Honestly, how did someone of your low status even get into a banquet of this caliber?"
That was brutal.
It really was best to associate with people of the same kind.
The noble who had been targeted turned pale, fully realizing that, from this moment on, he had been blacklisted by the entire noble circle.
Forget advancing his status—everyone would now distance themselves from him, perhaps even stepping on him for good measure.
After all, resources were limited, and even the smallest opportunity was still valuable.
A sly glint flashed in Illiya’s eyes—he was quite satisfied with the situation he had orchestrated.
Eoryun secretly gave him a thumbs-up, just like Darius’s signature gesture.