When the Nemesis Eats the Wicked Woman

t situation, Deborah would have had only two options.

Stick to Duke Douglas until the end even if he asked for a divorce, or stick with Marquis Kalen.

A normal person would never have imagined remarrying Marquis Kalen… But this was Deborah.

She would choose to be the ‘future marchioness’, even if it caused a violent repercussion, rather than be the divorcee from a lowly noble family.

It would have been nothing to rub the young man who was blinded by her.

In fact, from the time I heard the rumors of her divorce, I had guessed what would happen today.

It was like Deborah to burst forth the news of marriage in a place like this.

‘She struck first.
As it would be difficult to get permission from the family.’

They had already declared that they were getting married, so it would seem really ridiculous if the marriage was postponed.

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It was a weak signal to pressure Marchioness Caruso.

Wouldn’t it be one of the two now?

Between allowing her beloved son to marry a divorcee, or being ridiculous.

‘But unless she gets shot in the head, Pamela won’t allow it easily.’

Since she loved her son so much, would she allow a marriage where a road to hell was clearly visible instead of a flower road? She would rather be humiliated.

‘In the end, Pamela becomes the main key…?’

Whether or not Deborah would be able to go to the marquistate and seize power again… 

Now it was up to Pamela.

This was a pretty important issue for me and Rixus.

“Laura, come here.”

“Yes! Your Majesty.”

Laura, who had been distracted and chatting in a nearby place, heard my voice amazingly well and came straight to me.

I whispered while covering my mouth with the palm of my hand.

“Can you find out about Madam Pamela?”

She asked back in a quiet voice.

“…How much do you want to know?”

“Information about Pamela as an individual, and any information about the marquis family, anything.
Scratch it to the bottom.”

“I see, Your Majesty.”

Laura said goodbye to the people she was chatting with and left the banquet hall quickly.

For a few minutes, Marquis Kalen and Deborah became the subject of conversations.
Then, Yuria got up on the podium and grabbed the loudspeaker magic tool.

She gave a formal greeting, saying that this place became even more brilliant because of the participation of the nobles.

Her voice seemed to be deliberately trying to pretend to be calm and bright.
Unfortunately, the effort was noticeable because she was the type to show her true feelings.

Apparently, the aftermath of the gift was still there.

When Yuria barely finished her greetings and went down from the stage, the flow of the conversations changed in an instant.

Because the nobles in this place were really interested in Yuria, Rixus and me.

Some thought of weaving the three together, and some simply focused on the ‘discord between the prince and the queen’.

Either way, it was equally provocative.

Everyone was careful in front of me so I couldn’t hear well… Words such as ‘margrave’ and ‘holy marriage permit’ were heard at a quick glance.

Everyone seemed to have noticed that the marriage permit was too late.

And the rumors that the margrave’s expression at Marchioness Ilmare’s tea party didn’t look good seemed to have spread.

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It was easy to guess that he might have voted against.

I got up slowly and deliberately and walked towards them.

“Y-Your Majesty the Queen!”

“!”

I could tell that the nobles who were standing and chatting were visibly embarrassed.

“I was bored sitting alone.”

I smiled softly.

Among them, a middle-aged nobleman changed his expression and bowed his head politely.

“Thank you for taking the first step, Your Majesty.
I was just about to go say hello.”

“Yes, Viscount Minerva.”

“…It is an infinite honor for this servant to be remembered by a royal.”

He seemed a little moved.
I called out the names of the madam and young lady who were also present in turn.
Everyone looked surprised.

All of them were relatively low-ranking nobles who had no presence in the social world, and therefore were not often remembered by the imperial or royal family.

However, they had something else in common.

‘The neutral force.’

These were nobles who had a neutral attitude toward me.

They neither support nor oppose.

In politics, whoever wins the hearts of the middle group wins.

Moreover, they must have expressed their opinions on Johann’s approve/oppose survey.

If a negative vote was cast, there was still time to change it to an affirmative vote.

“Since you’re from a noble family, there’s no need to lower yourself that much.”

I said with a soft smile.

“In a way, I’m from a swamp.”

“Oh my goodness……!”

A young lady, from a family of lowly commoners who barely managed to buy the title of baron, blushed in surprise at my remarks.

Soon, there was a small sympathy in her eyes.

She said with a lot of hesitation, and with a little difficulty.

“I don’t know if it’s okay to say this.
Your Majesty the Queen… I think your image was a little different from what I was hearing.”

“What about my image?”

I was a little curious about that.