The Earl glanced down at the rapier with a cold snort, his tone lacking anger, only an undisguised contempt: "A group of incited commoners who think that overthrowing the Kingdom will lead to a good life. They don't know that the true rulers of this continent have never been the Kingdom. They're insignificant small figures. Let others handle them so as not to spoil the guests' mood."
He waved his hand, indicating for Lloyd to take away the captive, and then turned back, offering Duke an apologetic smile: "Sorry about that. Apologies for the spectacle. It seems today isn't fit for continued touring, let's return to the mansion."
That evening, the Earl's Mansion was brightly lit in the main hall.
The long table was covered with a white linen tablecloth, covered with local dishes whose names Duke couldn't call.
