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Chapter 58 Spreading Rumors
The distance between the Reach and the capital was too great, making it very inconvenient for messengers to travel back and forth. Most of the time, they could only rely on ravens to deliver messages.

Marquis Fahel instructed his family knight, Mather, to write a letter every day and have a raven deliver it back, reporting on Renn's specific movements in the capital.

As Raine made connections with the Queen and became the commander of the Imperial Capital Garrison, Marquis Fahel was radiant and cheerful for several days after receiving the news, as if he had become several years younger.

Haha, the revival of the family begins with me!

The result was quickly proven wrong.

On the same day that Raine decided to resign, Maisel wrote down the details in a letter and reported it to the old Marquis Fahre.

The old marquis held the letter and read it for a long time, his expression becoming increasingly ferocious and convulsive.

Useless things!
He'd only been the commander of the capital's garrison for less than a month, how could he have made such a fatal mistake! You know that rioters are rampant in the capital and disrespect the nobles, so why didn't you protect the mansions of the great nobles during the procession?

They even caused the Duke of Dacros's tragic death and forced him to resign and slink out of the capital. Now, our Fahre family will be seen as utterly incompetent country bumpkins by the people of the capital!
The old marquess, who once adored his son Renn, now harbors just as much hatred and resentment towards him.

“I heard that Renn is coming back.” At the banquet, a Faher suggested, “Why don’t we send a team to Eagle Castle to welcome him? It would also show how much the family values ​​Renn.”

"Second! Second!" the others immediately jeered. "He's a great contributor to the family; we can't let him feel disheartened!"

"Disheartening my foot!" Marquis Fahel cursed, sweeping everything off the table with a violent swing of his arms in a fit of rage. He then turned and left in a huff, leaving the Fahel people looking at each other in bewilderment.

The old marquis had been praising his son, Renn, to the skies a few days ago, and everyone had seen it. That's why they came to flatter the old marquis today.

The more you affirm your son's achievements, the more you praise your father's teaching. This principle applies everywhere and to every race... So why did the old marquis suddenly fly into a rage?
Has Renn fallen out of favor again?

Soon, everyone found out what had happened in the capital through their own information channels.

So everywhere came gloating and mocking voices. At first, they were concerned about the old marquis's reputation, but after realizing that the other party seemed indifferent, the ridicule and sarcasm gradually increased.

An old man from the Fahre family (of the same generation as Renn's grandfather) got drunk at a banquet and proudly lectured his nephews around him:
“I told you long ago, Renn is incapable of achieving anything. Is the capital a place where it’s easy to get ahead? Every noble in the capital has been raised in intrigue and scheming; even their pet dogs are cunning. It’s not a place for us Faher people to stay!”

"All that scheming and plotting is fake and meaningless! Military nobles like us should stay obediently on the border and rely on foreign wars to gain honor and wealth. Don't be like Renne, licking the boots of that so-called Queen of Virtue. It's useless. She treats him like a companion dog; when she's happy, she'll lie down and cuddle him, and when she's done, she'll kick him out..."

He became increasingly carried away with his words, and his voice involuntarily grew louder.

Marquis Fahre sat in the main seat, coldly watching his uncle spout nonsense until he began to slander the royal family. Finally, he waved to the family knights on duty and gave them his orders:

"He's drunk, let him sober up."

The old man was still fabricating a love story between Renn and the Queen when suddenly a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.

He slammed his fist on the table in anger, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings. Seeing the old marquis in the main seat with his cold gaze, he sheepishly sat back down, shrinking his neck and pretending not to exist.

Marquis Fahel's mood worsened, and even though he knew that Rein would arrive in Searock City today, he didn't want to pay any attention to it.

Tell him to get lost.

The family butler carried the raven through the banquet hall; it turned out that the family knight, Mather, had sent another letter.

The old marquis pulled out the letter, glanced at it casually, and then impatiently tossed it onto the table.

Hmm, something seems off?
He quickly took back the letter and continued reading:
"...The marching speed of the corps has been consistently slow because Her Majesty the Queen has bestowed many gifts and hopes that the family can send some people to help with the transportation, so as not to delay the return journey." Wait, why did Her Majesty the Queen bestow gifts? Wasn't Rein forced to resign from his position as commander because of his incompetence?

After a moment's thought, the old Marquis Fahre immediately guessed at a possibility:
Apparently a demotion, but actually a promotion.

In other words, Raine was not dismissed for offending Her Majesty the Queen. On the contrary, he voluntarily took the blame for Her Majesty the Queen, taking the responsibility upon himself to prevent the royal family from being embroiled in a public relations crisis.

Her Majesty the Empress was very pleased with his loyalty, which is why she specially bestowed these gifts upon him, implying that this dismissal was merely a plea for him to leave the capital to avoid the storm, and that she would find an opportunity to promote him again after the turmoil had completely subsided.

Hahaha! I'm old and foolish, I was prejudiced and wronged this good son!
Oh, right, he's arriving in Haiyan City today...

Thinking of this, Marquis Fahre suddenly stood up and hurriedly left the banquet hall.

The rest of the clansmen looked at each other, unsure whether to continue the feast or quickly follow.

"What are you all standing there for?" The old marquis suddenly leaned out of the hall entrance and roared, "Go greet Renn, you fools!"

The tribespeople were stunned for a moment, then hurriedly and haphazardly stood up.

At this moment, the family party that Rein belonged to had crossed the Fertile Lands and officially entered the territory of the Faher family.

Thinking of her soon-to-be meeting the pure and innocent Dia, Ellina's mood finally improved, and she urged Rein:

"We'll be there soon, can you hurry?"

“No, you have to be patient a little longer,” Renn replied slowly.

Ellina paused for a moment, her expression instantly turning cold, revealing an extremely disgusted look.

“Oh, I love jokes with double entendres.” Bersalia rode forward, smiling. “Raine, please forgive Ellina’s embarrassment and rudeness. After all, she’s just an old maid like me…”

“Shut up, Bersalia!” Ellina snapped. “My chastity is my own choice, unlike yours!”

"What's wrong with me?" Bersalia's face darkened as well. "Ellina, how dare you betray the oath I swore to the gods?"

“Ah, yes. The vow of the Virgin forbids you from having intimate contact with any male, but it forgets to forbid you from using other methods to satisfy the filthy instincts of the Dark Elves.” Ellina said with a sneer, “I heard that thousands of fine wooden clubs are wasted every year in the Radiant Sun Royal Court, and many Dark Elves even spend huge sums of money to buy these scraps in order to taste the flavor that the Queen once tasted.”

"Starting to spread rumors, huh?" Bersalia narrowed her eyes and said maliciously, "Sorry, but it's not as bad as someone who complained that being a virgin made it inconvenient to take big steps on the battlefield, and even performed surgery on himself with a sterilized gun tip, resulting in him being unable to get out of bed or close his legs for half a month."

"Ladies, please allow me a moment's interruption," Ryan said slowly. "Ellina certainly didn't do that. I've examined her pelvis; it's tightly closed and perfectly intact."

"Sorry, I might have made a mistake." Bersalia covered her mouth and laughed, her laughter filled with malice and mockery. "Thinking about it carefully, the rumor about the metal spearhead is indeed too outlandish, but I've heard something even more outlandish, that Princess Ellina's passage is naturally sealed, therefore she was born without worldly desires..."

Ellina suddenly jumped off her mount and grabbed the spear hanging from the side of the saddle.

“Besalia!” she shouted through gritted teeth, “Do you dare to fight to the death here! Let the gods be the witnesses to see which rumors are true and which are false!”

"Why wouldn't you dare?" Bersalia also quickly dismounted and drew the longsword from her waist.

The family knights reined in their horses, staring in surprise at the two elves who were about to draw their swords, only to hear Renn shout a command:
"Maiser! Tell the servants to get out of the carriage and bring me a chair! And the cook, get me some fried beans as a snack. I want to watch their duel from the front row!"

(End of this chapter)