Chapter 82

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Seitil calmed himself.

'The banquet is just beginning, and there are many opportunities to humiliate him.'

Just then, the band's music changed.

Loud and cheerful.

The centerpiece of the banquet, the dancing, had begun.

'No lady would dance with him.'

Seitil scoffed.

He's a little handsome, but that's all.

No lady of honor would want to dance with him.

He'll be left alone, unable to partner with anyone, and forced to drink his fill.

The moment he was going to call for joy.

Seitil's eyes widened.

More perfect than anyone else on the floor.

He recognized the beautiful dancers.

It was Raymond and Christine.

***

'Um, should I dance?'

Raymond pondered.

His goal was to promote medicine, not dance.

'But I'm not sure I shouldn't dance at all.'

In social conventions, it was a great disgrace to be unable to dance with anyone at a banquet.

You become officially bullied in your social circle.

You get laughed at behind your back.

So if you didn't have a partner, you had to dance with your sibling.

'Uhm. What are Rao and Christine doing?'

Rao was chatting with his fellow academy members, and Christine was alone.

"...?"

Raymond scratched his head.

'Why is she alone?'

She was the first princess of a grand duke.

He thought she'd be mingling with everyone.

'Is she taking a break?'

That didn't seem to be it either.

He watched her for a moment, but she didn't move from her corner.

Finally, Raymond realized what was going on.

'... she's being ostracized from her social circle.'

He remembered the rumors about her.

'A good princess who serves the common people.'

While she had great support among the commoners, there were also rumors of the opposite.

'A disgrace to the ducal family.'

The nobles cast pitying glances at Christine as she struggled to leave her noble position and got dirty blood on her hands.

They stared at her with sneering eyes, not daring to approach her.

Especially Christine's own sister.

The second princess set the tone for the bullying.

"..."

Christine stood still in the corner of the ballroom, her face expressionless.

Raymond clenched his fists at the sight of her, a far cry from her usual confident self.

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