In front of the chaotic hallway.

Shuen, gripping Vienna's hair, was panting heavily, her anger palpable.

“Let go of me!”

“Shuen!!”

“I said, let go! I’ll cleanse this noodle-brained wench in the name of nobility!”

For someone who looked like half-eaten sausage, Vienna dared to insult others. Even nobles like Shuen were cautious not to lose their livelihoods, and the idea of fabricating evidence to frame someone as a criminal was enough to snap her patience completely.

“What are you doing! I told you to let go. Let go!”

“Tell that to your grandmother! I have no intention of letting …