How should one put it? Titles of nobility...
They were an unbreakable class barrier. Yes, there was another set of class barriers within the noble class.
A baron would always be a baron, a viscount would always be a viscount, and a duke would naturally always be a duke—unless their title was abolished or some new change occurred.
The differences between noble titles could never be crossed. Even if a baron knew that a duke had said something wrong, he could only keep his opinion to himself instead of criticizing the duke for being wrong.
You could disagree, but you could not oppose them. You were a noble, and the other person was a noble too. You had to preserve some dignity.
When it came to dignity, you had to give it to others before they would return it to you.
If you wanted dignity without giving anything in return, no one would likely grant your wish.
The moment the Duke Phoenix lost his temper, the entire Privy Council Chamber fell silent. The Old Earl's expression was especially ugly, and his head and body were dripping wet.
Still, he had to praise the Privy Council's tea leaves. They tasted good. Some had fallen into his mouth, and that mellow flavor was absolutely not something ordinary black tea could possess.
But that still cost him his dignity. He looked at the Duke with both anger and restraint, his chest heaving violently.
The Duke Phoenix looked at the two groups and, for a moment, did not even know what to say.
He remained silent for a while. "This matter..."
He was considering how to resolve things more effectively. It seemed that letting them settle it themselves was not a very good idea after all. Sometimes, interfering in other people's conflicts was not