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When I got to the big conference room, I thought I was going to sit in the defendant's seat, or the plaintiff's seat, or something like that.
Surprisingly, I was directed to a seat closer to the gallery.
Quite a number of nobles, especially those who had been severely beaten by Leon Fraser that day, had their eyes burning red with anger, regardless of whether they were parents or children.
“You should have raised your children properly.”
I saw him that day.
If only one or two had shown signs of hesitation, the situation would have been different.
They all looked happy.
They saw in me nothing but entertainment, prey for hunting.
It was clear that they did not feel any twinge of conscience because Tedrick would bear all the responsibility.
Those eyes that sparkled with vile amusement.
The nearby nobles looked a little confused when I, as a direct descendant of the Grand Ducal Family and Leon Fraser's younger sister, sat down.
“Those sitting here are nobles who had nothing to do with the disturbances of that day.”
Perhaps they only knew that Leon Fraser had relied on his power to commit serious acts of violence against the children of his followers.
They were likely summoned to this meeting room in a hurry and only knew this much.
Anyway, Viscount Lilius Fraser.
He is adept at warring public opinion.
Anyone could see it was a malicious joke.
Far from being a joke, looking at the results alone, it was clear that Leon Fraser and I were the victims.
Since it was Tedric Fraser who initiated the arrow, that scoundrel's action should have been severely criticized.
But Viscount Lilius had blinded the eyes and ears of the nobles in this way in such a short time.
Although he was a scoundrel who betrayed Tullia, I was once again amazed at his skill in creating a favorable public opinion.
At times like these, I always felt confused.
My grandmother, my grandfather.
Did you raise your children well, or did you fail miserably?
“Ahem.”
“Miss Tulia, are you feeling a little better…?”
Many of the servants who were offering proper greetings according to etiquette made purifying sounds.
“Oh my God, Miss Tulia.”
“Your body...”
“I wrapped so many bandages...”
They couldn't complete their sentences.
I smiled sadly and replied with dim eyes.
“Thank you for your concern. Using the snow leaves that my grandfather gave me, as well as the wood flu, the golden lily grass, and… almost all the medicinal materials, I was barely able to save my life.”
Oh, my God…!
Oh my God…
Immediately, slight cries of astonishment arose.
“Right. You all almost know the prices of those medical items, right?”
Even people who don't care about herbs, when they hear that someone has extracted a ten-thousand-year-old wild ginseng, they say, "What a win! It's like winning the lottery!" And they feel envious, right?
About 90% of the medicinal materials my grandfather gave me were of this value.
It was no coincidence that Leon Fraser's personal doctor had his eyes rolling and acted like he was my subordinate.
At that moment.
“Oh my God! Miss Tulia! The blood is spreading…!”
“According to the personal doctor!”
The personal doctor standing behind me quickly processed my bandages again.
Those urgent hands.
Everything is going according to plan.
The dress I wore today was showing a little bit of skin inside.
This was definitely not the type of revealing clothing one would wear to an evening party.
The fabric itself was silk woven with threads as fine as spiderwebs, so it only showed off my skin with elegance and delicacy.
The dress itself even reached my neck, and even gave a sense of modest chastity – it was truly perfect clothing.
“Although it is a bit cold to wear this season.”
I decided to go public with the arrow wounds on my body and show them off.
There was no better outfit to show off the bandages wrapped so discreetly around my entire body, like moonlight reflecting on the water.
I deliberately bowed my head before the servants.
“It was good that you brought the private doctor. Thank you for telling me that.”
“Oh, no. That doesn't seem like anything to be thankful for...”
"Oh my God! Miss Tulia! There's blood visible on your foot too!"
Oh, my God! What on earth is this?
“It's okay, it's okay.”
I glanced at Viscount Lilius as he ascended to the main table accompanied by several of his courtiers.
Although he must have made all the preparations, his face was extremely pale.
“Right now, it's a bit faded.”
When this conference was over, the color would completely fade from his body.
I expressed my feelings with weakness and pity while laughing an evil laugh inside.
Listen, sir.
Do you think you are the only one who knows how to fight the war of public opinion?
From now on, I will show you the extremes of the war of public opinion.
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“Everyone, please have a seat!”
Hearing the secretary's loud voice, silence suddenly fell in the huge conference hall that was like a market.
There were three people sitting at the top of the seats.
Count Nigella Fraser.
Viscount Lilius Fraser.
And Marquis Prince Lycian Fraser.
Grandpa's seat is empty.
Strictly speaking, Lisien was not sitting in the Marquis's seat either, but in a seat reserved for the actor.
On a chair slightly lower than where Marquis Esther Fraser was originally supposed to sit.
Attendance is about 800 people.
It was a really great conference.
With the people who were at the hunting ground, plus the attendants who did not show up, the number of people became enormous.
Lycian's seat at the head of the table was the same as usual.
A completely different face from the one that was alone in the bedroom, chewing on lucium with a sad, heavy expression.
He looks elegant and beautiful as usual.
Although he wore an expressionless face befitting his position, his distinct gentle air was emanating secretly from the depths of his eyes.
Although it will be a male genie.
The nobles present were also busy casting glances at Lycian.
Some openly admired its pure silver beauty.
Was it because I was staring intently at Lycian?
He also looked directly towards where you were.
She simply smiled brightly like that.
Lycian smiled brightly for the first time.
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“Tedric did nothing wrong!”
Viscount Lilius' voice echoed loudly throughout the grand conference hall.
In this grand conference hall with a capacity of more than a thousand people, even those sitting in the lower seats could clearly hear the host's voice.
This was due to special magical instruments installed in the grand conference hall that spread the sounds clearly.
Maybe like a magical version of microphones and speakers?
I think it also has a function to adjust the volume moderately.
As expected from the financial strength of the Grand Ducal House.
Thanks to this, I was able to avoid the experience of tearing my ears.
Viscount Lilius defended his son Tedric Fraser with great zeal.
“But Young Master Tedric’s arrows accurately pierced Miss Tulia and Young Master Leon.”
This matter must be really serious, as a number of elders were also present.
Although the voice carried hidden anger, Viscount Lilius showed no sign of panic.
“He must have had a card ready.”
In fact, I could see that card from the moment we walked in.
“What if it wasn’t Tedrick’s fault, it was Arc’s fault?”
“Sagittarius?”
“Hmm?”
Meanwhile, Viscount Lilius pointed to the wizards present.
“The bow that Tedric used that day was a magical tool that he had purchased and used for the first time!”
“That's right. I went to the Magic Tower branch a few days before the fishing competition and bought it directly for my son.”
Aubrey, who was similarly seated at the head table, wiped her eyes with a tissue as she spoke.
“Surely there was a problem with the magic tool!”
“What the hell are you talking about?!”
There were two wizards in total present.
Since the number of magicians was very small in the beginning, this can be considered a very large participation.
It seemed that the Magic Tower was extremely confused as well, as members of the Grand Ducal Family were hit by a magic tool.
The red-haired wizard even jumped out of his seat and shouted.
"Magic tools sold to individuals always undergo thousands of tests! Could something go wrong? It's impossible!"
The wizard looked extremely angry as if the Magic Tower had been insulted.
“The Young Master of the Viscount House deliberately attacked the Young Lady and the Young Master of the Marquis House! How dare you place the responsibility of this malicious hatred on the shoulders of the Magic Tower?”
A wave-like whisper swept over the place all at once.
“Calm down, everyone.”
Count Nigella Fraser, sitting in the highest seat in this place, raised his hand.
“Ronisa’s words now may harm the honor of Grand Duke Fraser’s house, so please be careful.”
right.
Even the famous Dean of the White Tower was said to have gone out almost barefoot when Grandpa came.
In this world, the White Tower had more influence than the Magic Tower.
In other words, the Magic Tower was too weak to attack or belittle the Grand Ducal House.
If the White Tower couldn't do it, how could the weaker Magic Tower succeed?
With an expression full of injustice, the wizard sat down heavily again.
Then Nigella Fraser opened her mouth again.
"Tedric Fraser. Advance."
Good. Finally, it's started.
Let's do it.
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