Julius Ferrum sat at his desk, the wooden table filled with papers. He didn't look past his work until the door pulled open. A man wearing an orange mascot on a white shirt walked in, black hair gelled into a pompadour.
"You called for me, King Ferrum."
"As my world adventurer, I need you to make sure you don't do anything that embarrasses me."
The man smiled. "Are you insinuating something, King Ferrum."
"I don't really care what you do as long as you don't do anything to destroy my family name." Julius' eyes glowed brilliant blue, a huge pressure building up in the little room. The man flinched at the compressed pressure, holding himself from falling to his knees. "Is that clear?"
The man frowned, failing to hold an equal gaze with the Earthian Noble. "Y-yes sir."
"Good, then you may leave."
As he walked away, the man's fists clenched, his pupils dilating in malicious anger,