"Release me! Release me now! What are you doing? I am an envoy from Bold! I am an envoy from Bold! Do you wish to be enemies with the Duke's family?!"
Outside the Count Mansion, the envoy from the Tulip Count Domain was bound tightly, his expression one of terror, struggling ceaselessly.
Behind him, a tall and burly sailor in black was holding the back of his collar, sneering while lifting him up like a small chicken.
Beside the sailor stood an elderly man dressed in a black noble robe. His back was hunched, his eyes slightly closed, as if drowsy and on the verge of falling asleep.
And behind the old man, seven or eight intimidating black-armored knights were arrayed on either side, swords at the ready.
Their faces were expressionless, a faint Transcendent Aura radiated from them, giving off an aura that warned others to stay away.
On both sides of the street, a sizable crowd of onlookers and nobles had gathered.
