People didn't like taking a loss.
Benefits could take many forms.
It wasn't just material things.
If happy feelings meant gaining something, then negative feelings meant losing something.
When it came to abolishing slavery, everyone's instinctive reaction had been:
Those lords and ladies, young masters and misses—those bastards, those lowly, inferior wretches—were going to become commoners? And all the slaves, together?
The commoners found it even harder to accept that the lowly would suddenly become their equals.
But Yuffie had found a very clever angle!
She had approached it from the perspective of self-interest!
And she hadn't fallen into the trap of having to prove herself. She hadn't tried to prove whether she had violated the Oath of Glory.
Instead, she had shown that there was something to gain.
The only person who could attack Yuffie for making such a statement was Freya.
She was the one who had been invoking the banner of justice.
It was fine. There was no need to rush.
Louis ultimately didn't pick up the topic or continue the discussion. He only had to bring the matter to Freya.
Nothing happened at the dance, but the things they'd said to each other began to spread barely ten days later.
The aristocratic circle was small. Everyone already knew the Royal Family was locked in a struggle.
But that didn't mean the dances would stop.
A dance was like a game.
Games were essential to gamers.
And dances were essential to nobles.
Louis began holding dances every other day.
Sometimes he invited Yuffie, sometimes he didn't.
After enough of them, everyone got used to it.
Mid-July. Midsummer.
Nearly half a month had passed since the incident.
Aningsbe.
The new battle tactics Lynn had spent so long planning began training.
As the saying went, the poor had their