Responsibilities of a Noble 1
“What you’re saying is laughable.”
Just like the symbol of the Rosenberg house, it was a beautiful but thorny voice akin to a rose. Having been pierced by her crimson glare, the followers inadvertently swallowed their saliva.
“For a while now, you’ve been the ones that have been interrupting the conversations of his highness and myself, your superiors. So for you to blather on to Cyril like it was common sense… what a joke.”
“N-no, that’s–”
“In the first place, that butler–”
The followers tried to refute her, but my lady’s gaze only grew a degree colder in response.
“Shut up. Did Cyril not only do so because he was prepared to accept the reprimands for his actions?”
‘Your lack of tact puts you as his inferior.’ My lady’s biting sarcasm was definitely transmitted to them. Their faces started twitching at her answer.
“So it’s considered rude for low-ranking people to interfere with the conversations of those above them? I agree. You aren’t even worthy of speaking to my butler– so leave already,you insolent swines.”