Chapter 1013 - The Future of the Northern Region (1/2)

Chapter 1013: The Future of the Northern Region

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Duke Calvin was waiting in the main hall when Edith returned to the castle.

“You only plan to stay in the City of Evernight for three days? It sounded to me that this mission will take time. You don’t have to go back immediately. Why don’t you stay here longer?”

“Father, did you send someone to listen in on my conversation?” Edith asked with a frown.

“If I ask you directly, will you explain everything to me clearly?” The Duke gave her a furious glare before adding, “I learned this trick from you. It’s better to search for the answer than to wait for it.”

The Pearl of the Northern Region replied with a bark of laughter, “Congratulations, you finally made some progress. Now, I don’t have to worry too much about you in Neverwinter.”

The duke grunted, “You haven’t answered my question. I can’t stop you, but why do you have to take Lance to Neverwinter. Are you that attracted to Wimbledon? He would rather marry a witch than marry you. I don’t get it. What the hell is the point of bringing Gerald’s son to Neverwinter?”

“You seem to be very unhappy with the fact that I can’t become queen,” Edith shot him a sideways glance and said. “Or perhaps, you’re just complaining that my future child can never become the heir to the throne? I still remember what you said to me when Timothy came to the Northern Region, and I know what you suggested to His Majesty.”

“I… I did that for your own good. Are you willing to see a humble maid bring her son to power?” Calvin sounded much less aggressive now.

Edith secretly sighed. She knew that her father cared about her very much but she found that he was quite short-sighted. Calvin Kant was a caring father but he was not a wise man.

Fortunately, the other nobles in the Northern Region were no better than him. Most of them were not capable enough to manage their own domains. Edith agreed with His Majesty’s decision to abolish the aristocratic system. She thought that if she was the king, she would also not be able to tolerate such a group of idiots wasting her wealth.

She understood the conventional thoughts of a traditional noble man, but she just couldn’t say anything remotely nice to comfort her father at this moment. She enjoyed using her words as swords to hurt and torture others and sometimes even herself.

“A humble maid? No, father, you’re wrong. Gerald Wimbledon loved her for a reason,” said Edith, with interest. “That woman just lacks a status. If she was born into a noble family of the Northern Region, she would become more capable than you, not to mention my two younger brothers. In fact, what you should be the most thankful for is the ancestors of the Kant family. Without your title as an earl, you would never have gotten what you have today. You probably wouldn’t live any better than the ordinary traders on the streets.”

Just as she had expected, her father now looked very sour.

“She was reluctant to trust me at first, but once she made up her mind, she gave me all the names of the people who may ruin her and her son’s future. What a decisive woman! If Gerald’s son comes to power one day, what will she do to me? After all, I once bullied her into going to Neverwinter with me.” Edith chuckled. “How will she torture me to vent her anger? Being a woman herself, she must know how to make a woman suffer.”