Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 529.2: Backstabbed (2)

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The return of Marquess Carter Ascart stirred yet another commotion in Ascart City.

After many months, the middle-aged man who had governed the Ascart Fiefdom for decades now had finally returned to reunite with his family members. This was an injection of confidence to the people, as it symbolized stability and harmony in the ruling house.

To the common populace, there was nothing more important than stability during tumultuous times. Carter’s return was most definitely welcomed by the people, though the fanfare around it paled in comparison to Roel’s.

To be clear, Carter was well received by his people compared to the other nobles of the Saint Mesit Theocracy, but his decades of kind governance paled in comparison to what Roel had accomplished as proxy fief lord in the past few years.

On top of that, there was a distinct difference in the demographics of their supporters.

The bulk of Roel’s supporters were youths, who were discontented with their current lives and desired more opportunities to prove themselves. In particular, he was ridiculously popular with the ladies.

In contrast, most of Carter’s supporters were the calmer middle-aged and elderly, who had already gotten used to their current way of life and prioritized stability over all things else.

Naturally, there was a huge difference in the atmosphere of their return.

Back when Roel entered the city, the streets were filled with deafening cheers that shook the earth. When it came to Carter’s turn, the noise level was toned down, but the sentiments of the people were still conveyed through the respectful gazes directed at his carriage.

The different contexts made it hard to determine which was superior to the other, but neither Roel nor Carter thought that this was important. Rather, their thoughts were preoccupied with another matter.

The lounge of the Ascarts’ manor looked as resplendent as ever under the warm illumination of the candles. The maids stood dignified in two rows, ready to attend to the needs of their masters at a moment’s notice.

Seated at

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