Chapter 163

Chapter 163

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The rumor that Princess Deborah had received an unprecedented number of foxes caused another stir in the social world.

"The Queen of the Hunt" is a title that young ladies with many connections and virtues have obtained... Can she achieve this?

Now that they think about it, they can't say that the princess is unpopular. Because each connection is like a jewel. Isn't quality better than quantity? Although you kill a hundred lizards, a dragon is a hundred times better.

"Visconti, George, the Crown Prince... Now that they think about it, there's no one better."

After successfully completing her debutante and becoming the "Queen of the Hunt," wherever she goes, everyone talks about Princess Deborah.

Moreover, most of those who talk are popular.

That deeply angered the 4th Queen.

"What are you doing? Damn it!"

A wrinkle appeared on the smooth face, maintained with black magic, of Marquis Franois.

The 4th Queen couldn't contain her anger and slapped him on the cheek.

"Why are all my subordinates acting so stupidly? From the temple to the Senate, everyone is pushing Mia to become a saint, so what's so difficult about making her the debutante's main character?"

Marquis Franois fell on his face, trembling.

The ranks of witches are fixed according to the power and status of the demon they contracted, and they obeyed high-ranking demon contractors under instinctive fear.

"I'm very sorry."

"Don't just talk, tell me what you will do. Haven't you forgotten the end of Madame Ophelia?"

Marquis Franois looked terrified at the dark red blood-stained altar and shook his head desperately.

"What's the problem?"

They hadn't gained anything.

It was challenging for Mia, who had been elevated as a saint, to be pushed and buried by Princess Deborah without meeting the expectations of the central social circle.

"Damn it, that Princess Seymour always gets in the way. It's creepy..."

"I'll go and find out. Your Grace."

After a while, a vassal who grasped the situation reported.

"It seems that the Armand Foundation is donating high-quality tea leaves."

"If it's Armand, isn't it the dessert shop in the west gate? When I was tired of work, I used to stop by there for coffee."

During times of peace, the Prime Minister stopped by Armand with his assistant for a walk.

"Are they making a donation there?"

"Yes. The staff is handing out bags of tea leaves, and the villagers are delighted to be able to drink fragrant tea."

Although there are many cases where the empire distributes grains, there are almost no cases of distributing tea leaves, which are classified as luxury items.

Meanwhile, tea was everyone's favorite, and it felt like a Thanksgiving gift because it was wrapped with a ribbon.

Meanwhile, there were many areas that had a gloomy atmosphere when they went out to patrol, but this place seemed revitalized.

"They are doing a very good job with that donation."

At that moment, while the Prime Minister looked pleased.

In the distance, a man approached running hastily.

He had given permission for Armand to donate tea leaves, and the administrative officer who handled it with him appeared randomly upon hearing the news that the prime minister had arrived.

"I see Your Grace, the Prime Minister."

"I was looking with pride at the significantly meaningful scene of the people. Who is the owner who runs Armand? I want to congratulate him on his hard work."

When he thought that the owner of Armand must be a worthy middle-aged colossus, the secretary opened his mouth.

"It's Princess Deborah."

"What?"

He had been busy with all kinds of tasks during Thanksgiving, and he had no idea what had happened on debutante day.

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