Renner's Burning Passion-Where Will They Be Transferred?!

Rumble!

A muffled clap of thunder rolled through the sky, thick with dark clouds. Blue lightning flashed through the gaps between them, accompanied by the sound of pouring rain.

Torrential rain came crashing down, blanketing the entire Royal Capital.

Four days remained until Ramposa III announced the next heir to the throne.

Marquis Raeven sat in his office, wearily raising a teacup as he waited for news. He had stayed awake all night.

This concerned the candidate for the throne!

And the future of the country!

Even if Marquis Raeven lay down, he would not have been able to sleep. He set down the tea, which had already gone cold, and turned to look at the torrential rain outside the window.

"What terrible weather."

Marquis Raeven murmured softly, leaning back in his chair. "Still, it has at least dispelled the stifling heat of late."

Knock! Knock!

A knock sounded outside the office.

Marquis Raeven straightened up. His voice was calm, though a trace of urgency could still be heard. "Come in."

Creak—

The wooden door slowly opened, and an elderly man in butler's attire, around sixty or seventy years old, entered respectfully.

"Marquis."

"Is there any news?"

Marquis Raeven asked directly.

The reason for his urgency was that they had to find evidence of the First Prince's ties to Eight Fingers within a week. Only then could they thoroughly damage the First Prince's reputation.

And prevent him from inheriting the throne. It was somewhat merciless, but that was politics!

"Marquis, the men have not sent back any news yet," the Butler said with a bow.

Marquis Raeven frowned.

Why had he come in if there was no news? He had already given orders that, compared to the matter at hand, everything else was to be put aside for now.

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