I Became a Heavy Smoker in an Arcane Punk Romance Fantasy

I'm an extremely rational person. "And a rational person strings up the heir to the Northern Duchy and the Prince of the Kingdom from the academy's front gate?" The maid shot back at me, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. I looked at her, lit my cigar, and answered simply. "They burned a whole box of my cigars, didn't they?" Look — if it had been over a duel or a fight, fine, I could understand that. But what? They kicked up that whole mess over a woman? "Absolute idiots, the lot of them."