"That's right. He won't sit idly by while he thinks I'm to blame."
"Even the time we had a problem with the Eastern Empire, everyone wanted to back down, but in the end we received an apology from Grand Duke Lilteang because the old Duke didn't step back."
"Oh, I really liked the old Duke back then. Especially when he roared, 'Do you think because our country is small, our pride is small too..'?"
Heinley, who sighed and shook his head, soon smiled and spoke casually.
"Anyway, now that it's come to this, we have to take advantage of his fierce temperament that only looks ahead and pounces."
"What do you mean?"
"It is necessary to make him more enraged so that he becomes openly hostile towards me, to the point where his close aides think, 'Isn't it dangerous to be on his side?'"
Being part of the Western Empire was above being a close aide to old Duke Zemensia.
"Why not blame him for some crime?"
"We need to let everyone see him go mad with their own eyes. Best not to intervene directly, McKenna."
Heinley calmly handed Christa's will to McKenna.
"Old Duke Zemensia tried to disgrace me to isolate me among the nobles. So in turn I will make it look like he has gone mad to isolate him among the nobles. "
"I understand... but why are you giving me the will?"
"Send it to the old Duke. Offer him my sincere condolences."
***
I never thought Christa would commit suicide.
The unexpected news seemed to have shocked everyone. I sat on the couch in my room and looked at the flowerpot by the window. It was the flowerpot Christa had sent me.
I tried not to think about it too much, this kind of news is not good during pregnancy....
However, it kept coming to my mind.
While of course I didn't like Christa, I wasn't happy to hear that she had died. I would have preferred her to remain healthy in Compshire, filled with resentment.
I shook my head quickly to push thoughts of her away. Instead of staying seated, I walked around the room and out into the drawing room.
Fortunately, it worked. As I entered the drawing room, a new problem came to mind.
The problem was the cradle sent by the Ketron Family.
A cradle of the highest quality that placed me in a difficult position.
The cradle itself was magnificent, but since it was sent by Marquis Ketron, who had always been hostile, there were divided opinions on what to do.
In fact, the drawing room was filled with gifts for the baby that the nobles sent every day.
At that moment, there was a knock at the door of the drawing room and a knight informed me of the arrival of Grand Duke Kapmen.
Was it because of the mana lesson? Heinley had strangely interrupted us while teaching me.
"Your Majesty."
It seems that was not the case.
Upon entering, Grand Duke Kapmen seemed less calm than usual. His voice was also loud.
"What is it?"
"I have something to report about the trade teams."
This made me nervous. The time he came to see me like this was to tell me that a team had been detained in Whitemond.
