In a brightly lit room, a group of Nobles gathered around a burning fireplace. They looked solemn and were garbed in their armor while they held their weapons. They looked like they had just returned from the battlefield or were going to battle.
"We can't let the Victorians behave unscrupulously!"
A Noble stood out as he held onto the hilt of his sword.
"That's right! Those brutish Victorians create destruction wherever they go! I thought they were cultured, so I accepted their marriage proposals, but they were conspiring to usurp our territories!"
Another Noble shouted furiously, and the other Nobles nodded in agreement. An elder whose eyes were red said, "The Victorians killed four of my sons!"
He was an elderly Baron. After his daughter married an Elf, his sons met with consecutive accidents. After some investigation, it was found out that the Elven son-in-law had caused the mishaps.
The other Nobles encountered similar problems.
