A special vehicle moved through the streets of a large city with more than one hundred million people.
No matter who, all those that watched it would show respect and awe due to the crest engraved in the doors. It was a blade covered in arcs of revolving water and belonged to the Samar Family, a Noble Family with a Count.
A young man was inside the vehicle, and as he saw the expression on the people's faces, a nasty smile appeared.
"Hahaha, those commoners are so ludicrous. Just my Family Crest is enough to make all of them vow."
The scion's looks were not that good, and the expression on his face only worsened things, but he did not care since no one outside the vehicle could see him. His name was Simon Samar, and he was Count Samar's seventh son.
Simon Samar had always liked to look down on others as it made him feel superior to the rest, something he desperately needed due to his actual position in the Samar Family.
