"WHY, MASTER!"
"Don't scream in my ears," glared Igna, "-his father should have been more careful. Anyway, you best relay any information I wish to know. Ritenoot will today be under the rule of the Viscount of Glenda. This manor has no purpose, flames of my never-ending vengeance shall put a stop to its misgivings."
"Why slay a child?" cried the butler.
"For the same purpose as I'd kill anyone else," he shuffled to the broken window, "-he was in my way."
"WHY WOULD YOU KILL HIM!" begged the butler.
"I've stated my reasons," he side-glanced, "-I need not state it again," the eyes trailed in a tinge of red to another snap. The cupped body of the noble in the retainer's grasp blew to dust. "-Have at it, man, the noble shall reincarnate in a realm of which I hold dominion over. He wanted death, and I obliged. Does thee wish to follow his steps or will you ally to my cause?"
