Chapter 202: Young Gold Duke? (2)
Rumors involving the ducal families seldom made their way into society; after all, those who carelessly spoke of them risked their wrath—and potentially their heads.
However, there were always exceptions. Incidents so compelling that they couldn’t be kept secret would be some of those. Those types of rumors would spread like wildfire, especially those that even the Dukes themselves might secretly wish to spread.
Take the present situation, for example.
— Mr. Carl Catoban, how have you been lately?
"Shut up."
The call came while I was alone in the club room and was trying to sort through my thoughts. I considered ignoring it but answered, thinking that it might be important, only to be met with an infuriating provocation.
Catoban, as in the Mage Duchess’s surname?
As if someone would consider me a suitable son-in-law.
— Why not? It’s not like the Mage Duchess could just take Krasius’s surname.
"Shut it."
Seeing the 2nd Manager burst into laughter at my response made my blood boil.
How dare this jerk mock his superior’s misfortune?
It’s really the end of times.
Unbelievable. How evil was he to treat his superior like a toy?
What a disgrace. How could we call this a proper civil servant society when the hierarchy was so distorted? The virtue of civil servants should be strict obedience and respect for those above them.
Overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness, I felt a sudden urge to demote the 2nd Manager right then and there.
It’s all out there.
If this jerk was joking about it, then that meant that the incident with the Mage Duchess must have spread wide already.
While the 2nd Manager was good at gathering information, it was unlikely that he would grasp the details of what happened at the Crown Princess’s birthday banquet so quickly.
Someone must have broadcasted it, but I had no idea who could be so loose-lipped.
It’s only been two days.
Or should I say that it had already been two days? Thinking about it that way, that was more than enough time for a rumor to spread. After all, important figures such as the Crown Prince, Crown Princess, Dukes, and various other bigwigs were present at the event. If even one of them talked, the rumor would spread quickly.
"Who told you?"
— The folks in the Magic Tower. At first, I thought they’d gone crazy.
I clenched my eyes shut as the 2nd Manager started chattering.
He heard it from the mages, of all people? Those people who hardly spoke with others unless it was work-related?
It was the Mage Duchess.
I discovered an unwelcome truth. Apparently, the one acting as the loudspeaker was the Mage Duchess herself.
She probably told the Magic Tower’s mages to actively spread the rumor. It was only natural that they would obey the orders of the Mage Duchess, who was at their pinnacle.
I’m screwed.
If the entire Magic Tower was acting as both a loudspeaker and a broadcasting device, then there was no stopping the rumors. Their teleportation magic allowed them to flit about just everywhere; what was to say they weren’t spreading gossip everywhere they went? By now, the whole empire must know.
She really meant it.
Cold sweat dripped down my forehead. The Mage Duchess was seriously plotting something.
“Still, as His Highness said, there's the New Year's Ball. I guess I'll have to wait for that day."
The Mage Duchess’s last remark instinctively came to mind.
I only realized it then; while she said that she was going to wait for the New Year's Ball, she never mentioned staying put.
I foolishly assumed that the Mage Duchess would remain silent when someone who had dropped such a massive bomb logically wouldn't just sit quietly.
...Should I skip it?
I seriously began to entertain the thought.
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