"Crap, disgusting bastards, how can this happen?" Zonard Marinton screamed while whipping his servants.
The servants yelped in pain, "we are wrong my Lord, but there is nothing we could do, as everything happened before even we thought of reacting or taking another step."
Zonard started hitting them mercilessly to ease his frustration, but the servants were shivering in fear and groaning with pain, the assistant of Zonard, Emel Downhill interrupted, "my Lord, these measly servants are not at fault because the one behind the curtain is strongest one, so none of us are his competitors to fight."
"Who is it? Who the hell dare to mess with a Duke like me?" Zonard screamed in anger, "aren't they aware of the effects of messing with great duchy like us?"
"Ofcourse they're aware my Lord" Emel said, "but that person is someone, who doesn't need to bother about all these, because though we are from duchy, the power of other person no less than us."
"What?"
