By gathering his faction’s nobles and enforcing rigid etiquette rules, Duke Quantis systematically drained Penelope’s energy and morale.

Penelope was, after all, merely the ruler of a small domain at the northern fringe.

Even a lion hunting a rabbit wouldn’t put this much effort into it.

‘Someone save this poor lord!’

Penelope glanced sideways, sneaking a look at her entourage.

Her companions were trembling with barely contained frustration, as if they themselves had been personally insulted. Every one of them appeared overly agitated.

It had only been ten minutes since Penelope had reminded them to stay calm. Clearly, they’d completely forgotten the principles she had set out.