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... flushed red with rage.
A sheriff. A bureaucrat.
That meant he was a noble, of course.
Seriously, was the palace just pulling nobles out of an endless pocket?
‘There are too many of them.’
Every other person seemed to be a viscount, baron, or lesser noble, all claiming the blood of aristocracy.
Had they been handing out titles like festival sweets?
That idle thought drifted into his mind, then faded away.
Whether there were too many ...
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