The excited cries of the new nobility reached the highest floor of Mobius Palace.
Upon hearing such roars, the man sitting in the chair couldn't help but furrow his brow.
It wasn't dislike.
It was annoyance.
"They truly are a bunch of incurable fools."
"I reckon keeping a dog would prove more useful than having them."
The man muttered to himself in a low voice.
Then, he thought of those who were truly talented.
Suddenly, he couldn't contain himself any longer.
"Damn it!"
"All you know is Gerard! Gerard! Gerard!"
"What about me?"
"Why can't you see me?"
"Is it because he can charge into battle?"
"Is it because he can soar through the skies on a Griffin?"
"What he can do,"
"I, Aymodun the Third, can also do!"
In his anger, the man let out a growl and slapped his hand down on the armrest of the chair.
Creak!
The armrest, completely made of metal, twisted and fell off.
Clang!
Amid the sound of metal striking, the furious man suddenly burst into laughter.
