Damien's battle soon became far more heated. A third opponent appeared while he was dealing with the Nox mage, forcing him to divert his attention to others instead of finishing off the mage.
'It's not enough.'
A pair of eyes watched Damien's every movement, uncaring of the rest of the battlefield.
These sharp eyes were piercing and even a tad lustful in the intent they conveyed.
Naturally, these eyes belonged to the butler.
'The Master ordered him to be tortured to the brink before being killed. This isn't enough, is it?'
The butler bit his nails anxiously. Even though the elapsed time wasn't long, he wasn't satisfied with what he'd seen.
The battle was simply moving too slowly, it was too boring. It lacked the grandeur he'd imagined!
'These idiotic generals have no sense of unity. If they just worked as one, wouldn't he be captured simply? I refuse to let the Master's intentions be twisted by a group of barbarians!'
