I Became a Heavy Smoker in an Arcane Punk Romance Fantasy

I am a very rational person. “Such a person hung the heir to the Northern Duchy and the Kingdom’s Prince on the academy’s main gate?” The maid, as if dumbfounded by my words, asked back. Looking at her, I lit my c*gar and answered simply. “They burned a whole box of c*gars, didn’t they?” Alright, fine, I could understand if it was due to a duel or a fight, even giving them the benefit of the doubt. But what? They caused all that trouble over a woman? “What utter nonsense.”