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"Edith, you cruel wretch!" Calvin, Duke of the Northern Region grabbed the teacup on the table, wanting to smash it onto the ground but suddenly stopped with his hand in the air. He felt a little reluctant since the cup was made of the best quality crystal glass and worth two or three gold royals.
After a thought, he gradually lowered his hand and put the cup back on the table.
Needing to worry about such minor gains and losses made him even more depressed.
Edith's letter was also put on the table. He could not believe what was written in it. Beyond all his expectations, His Majesty wanted to reclaim the power of the nobility and his daughter who had always brought him profits before this promised to obey the king without hesitation this time. Besides, she even persuaded him to recognize the fact and stop resisting in the letter.
He felt that she wrote to him as if he were already a captive.
