"Damn bastard!" cursed Duke Kleo while pulling the hilt of the sword from his waist. His feet jumped from the pulpit, then landed on the barren ground of the execution field. Clashing with the wind, the tip of his sharp sword was drawn into Baron Jason's neck, thrusting it on it so that it was bleeding.
Anger blinded his eyes, almost making his sword thrust even deeper. Until then Lyra's scream brought him to his senses.
"My Lord!" She sounded trembling and also panicked. He should have immediately run, turned around, then hugged her very tightly, while reassuring her that he would not cross the line.
But it turned out that the power of greater anger overcame him at this time.
