Cat Princess and Human Knight

Chapter 30 Speculation about the Match

Just as Duke Snowclaw was feeling puzzled, a clear voice came from behind him.

"Whether a tag-team battle is shameful or not is probably not something the Marquis of Iron Oak is considering."

Duke Snowclaw and Marquis Velvet turned to look, and the cat that interrupted their conversation was one of the noble ladies sitting behind them, Lady Mistshadow, a white Devon Rex cat.

Duke Snowclaw has always been stubborn, and if any other cat dares to interfere in his conversation with Marquis Velvet, it will surely incur Duke Snowclaw's scolding.

But Ms. Mist Shadow blinked her innocent big eyes, looking pitiful and fearless.

Because she was not only the mistress of the Duke of Snowclaw, but also the actual controller of the intelligence network under the Duke of Snowclaw, that is, the head of the intelligence network.

Duke Snowclaw laughed and cursed.

"Just say what you mean, don't keep me in suspense."

"Ms. Fog Shadow said with a smile."

"Your Grace, do you know that the Regent's daughter, the Countess Amber, renowned for her beauty, has arrived at the Stone Hills and is currently in the Marquis of Iron Oak's tent?"

The image of the countess, that charming cream-colored Persian cat, popped into the Duke of Snowclaw's mind, and he couldn't help but lick his lips.

"Misty Shadow said in a low voice."

"Hmph, all male cats are the same."

Her whisper drew chuckles from the ladies around her, and caused the Duke of Snowclaw to cough awkwardly, feigning seriousness as he spoke.

"Don't talk nonsense. I was just wondering why that countess came to the Rocky Hills."

Lady Mist Shadow pointed to the cat knight who was issuing a challenge in the arena and said.

"Isn't it obvious? She's here for the Duchess of Huru."

That Countess Amber is no ordinary person; she's a famous socialite. I can run into three male cats who have slept with her just by going out for a walk.

She made a special trip to the rocky hills—was she here to watch the game quietly? Of course, she's here to help her regent father relieve his burdens.

Lady Fog Shadow's few teasing remarks provoked the ladies around her to laugh even more unrestrainedly, and the laughter even attracted the attention of the nobles on the other high platforms.

Duke Snowclaw rebuked him for being vulgar with a stern face, but he couldn't help but smile.

The royal family has fallen into decline and lost all its prestige. How much authority does the regent, who rose to power by taking advantage of the royal family's influence, actually possess?

In the eyes of the true nobles of the Seven-Tailed Council, the Regent was nothing more than a sycophantic villain who had turned against his master in a despicable way.

The royal titles bestowed by the imperial family were seen as a worthless joke by the hereditary feudal nobles.

What Grand Duke Shadowmoon? Never heard of him.

Even the highest title, can it be as valuable as land passed down through generations? Can it gain the recognition of the seven royal families and 108 fiefdom nobles of the Seven-Tailed Council?

No, that's just laughable garbage.

The fact that everyone is watching the Regent cause trouble in the Imperial City is because the nobles of the Seven-Tailed Council cherish their reputation and don't want to be tainted by the stain of slaughtering the royal family. That's why they're happy to see the clowns performing in the center of the stage.

Once this storm passes, this so-called regent will most likely not have a good ending.

After all, nobody likes a cat that turns on its owner.

"Duke Snowclaw asked."

"How did the Marquis of Iron Oak get involved with the Regent's daughter? Is he trying to help the Regent deal with the Duchess of Huru? Has he lost his mind?"

Although the Duke of Snowclaw and the Marquis of Ironwood were at odds in private, they were both great nobles of the Shattered Hills, and their conflict had not yet escalated to the point of life and death.

Standing on the stage of the mainland as a whole, both sides share the same political stance and are bound to unite for the common interests of the Marsh Hills aristocracy.

Although Lady Sophia of Huru Territory has been stripped of her royal status by the Seven-Tailed Council, she was once a royal princess and the last descendant of Mankikang, so her political significance is different.

Even the Duke of Snowclaw didn't want to touch this hot potato and racked his brains trying to kick this so-called vassal out.

On the contrary, that fool Marquis of Iron Oak, why did he get involved in something for no reason? Has his brain really broken?

"The Marquis of Velvet Carpet said with a smile."

"I have noticed something about this."

"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it."

"Has Your Grace forgotten the background of the Regent of the Imperial City?"

Duke Snowclaw pondered for a moment, then his eyes brightened.

"Yes, he comes from the Shadowmoon Clan of the Nomadic Cat Clan. Could this Marquis Ironwood be...?"

Marquis Velvet looked at Duke Snowclaw, who was deep in thought, and continued.

"As far as I know, the Seven-Tailed Council has, as usual, dispatched a circuit court to the nomadic cat colony, but this time it was Grand Judge Morga of the Imperial City who personally led the team."

Duke Snowclaw nodded.

"I see, that's what the Marquis of Iron Oak was planning."

The snowstorms on the vast plateau last winter were far more severe than expected, causing huge losses to the nomadic cat population and killing a large number of livestock in the wild.

After spring arrives, the nomadic cats will inevitably head south to raid, otherwise their tribes would starve to death countless cats.

As the saying goes, poverty breeds wickedness, while wealth breeds conscience. When a cat is so hungry that it loses its mind, no amount of reasoning with it will work; the only truth is to struggle desperately to survive.

Therefore, everyone knows that the nomadic cat population will inevitably move south this spring.

As usual, Starfall Plains protested to the Seven-Tailed Council, and the Seven-Tailed Council, as usual, warned the nomadic cats not to plunder southwards, or the Seven-Tailed Council would begin to condemn them.

Everyone knows that doing this is pointless, but rules are rules, and the procedures must still be followed.

The circuit court's trip to the nomadic cat colony's location is also part of the procedure.

Look at how terrible the situation is over there. Come back and write a few reports to submit. The nobles sweep out some moldy and rotten grain from their warehouses and take it out as relief food.

This demonstrated their benevolence, cleared out their inventory, and showed that the Seven-Tailed Council had begun relief efforts, making it wrong for the nomadic cats to insist on raiding southwards.

After this process, the Seven-Tails Council can condemn them with even more confidence.

Of course, whether the moldy and rotten grain had arrived, and whether it was still edible, was not within the consideration of the nobles of the Seven-Tailed Council.

In the eyes of the high-ranking nobles of the Seven-Tailed Council, once this process was completed, the matter was considered settled.

The higher-ups had no interest in knowing or caring about how the nomadic cats would move south, how they would plunder, or how much damage they would cause to the local areas.

But for the local nobles who were truly facing the nomadic cat colonies, this was a matter of life and death, a matter of life and death.

The name Shadowmoon, given to the Regent as Grand Duke Shadowmoon, comes from the Shadowmoon clan of the nomadic cat tribe; his family originated from this clan.