"What did you say?!"
Duke St. Prowse immediately let go of his wife, instead grabbing the collar of the butler with a ferocious expression.
Under the Duke's intimidating gaze, the old butler recounted tremblingly:
"My Lord, according to Marquis Vincent's attendant's report, when the young master arrived at the Howell family manor, he happened upon some Northerners getting ready to flee, holding members of the Howell family hostage. In a fit of anger, the young master ordered an encirclement of the manor, then personally fought with the Northerners...
But with a lapse in his vigilance, the young master was killed... by a Northerner wearing red armor..."
"Northerner?" Duke St. Prowse, holding the butler, moved to the edge of the balcony. Pointing in the direction of East City, he snarled, "Look very carefully. The Blood Knight Army hasn't even broken through the Pegasus Army's defense line, how could they have reached the Howell family or even attempted to take them hostage?"
