The hatred between nobles was far greater than that between ordinary people, because nobles had inheritances.
What did inheritance mean? Experience, wealth, anything passed down from top to bottom—that process was called inheritance.
The nobles of the older generation passed their power, wealth, and experience down to the next generation. Along with these, they also passed down their hatred.
Every great family had a "ledger." What it recorded was not anything interesting, but hostility and hatred.
Anything sufficiently humiliating to the family would be recorded in this "ledger," then passed down from generation to generation.
Some hatreds had no target or object. Perhaps they had once existed, but no longer did.
After all, history was so long that some families would accidentally fall into the river while walking along and drown.
But some still existed.
That was old hatred, compounded by new grudges—the Privy Council was not only a retirement home, but also a place that easily bred conflict.
New grudges added to old hatred were gradually released through one fight after another. The nobles in the Privy Council seemed to be approaching the brink of losing control.
Even if the New Generation Nobles did not go looking for trouble, occasional battles for revenge still erupted among the old-established noble families.
These past few months might have been the most astonishing period for the people of Gefra. The nobles had shed their sacred, resplendent cloaks and revealed some of what lay in their bones.
On top of that, when the media reported on the hatred between nobles, they mixed in some ulterior motives. As a result, nobles looked increasingly... cheap in the eyes of the people! The nobles, blinded by rage, were like rabid dogs. Even they were frightened by the way they tore into people! But no one cared