With arrogance written all over his face, Carral did not need to say a word to embody every negative impression people had of nobles.
If he opened his mouth, the commoners would tremble in terror, afraid that one wrong move would see the noble before them brew them into "living-person tea."
Although everything they knew about "living-person tea" was hearsay, the "tea-tasting contest" before them made everyone think of it despite themselves.
Then they watched the contestants with even greater anxiety-
"Competing twice in a row is far too much trouble!
Just compete against Jimte!
If he loses, I lose.
If he wins, I win."
Carral delivered these baffling words with insufferable arrogance.
Quite a few people guessed that the two nobles must be close. Otherwise, how could one let the other determine whether he won or lost?
Others, however, turned their eyes toward Jimte, their gazes full of concern.
Under normal circumstances, no one would ever let another person determine their victory or defeat.
Even nobles who were extremely close were no exception.
Unless...
Victory was assured!
Chief Siblon looked at Arthur, worry filling his eyes.
Not because he and Arthur were truly that close, but because he feared that Arthur's defeat would lead to further complications. The matter of Ymir Manor could be either major or minor, depending on whether anyone chose to pursue it. If someone refused to let it go, he might not be ruined, but he would certainly pay dearly.
"Relax. The Consultant will definitely win!"
Hunter, who had received plenty of favors from Chief Siblon over the past two days, reassured him.
"Huh?"
Chief Siblon looked bewildered, unable to understand why Hunter was so confident.
"The Consultant is a Medium!
Even if that fellow has some hidden trick, how could it escape the Consultant's