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"Fool!"
"Idiot!"
"Imbecile!"
"Waste of space!"
The Red-clothed Archbishop grabbed the Minister of the Army by the collar, pulled his body upright, and roared loudly as he delivered four slaps across the man's face.
Prime Minister Richelieu had always been forthright with everyone, but this did not equate to arrogance. No matter the occasion, he had always maintained the full set of noble etiquette and demeanor. Yet at this moment, he could no longer care about decorum or reserve, swinging his arms left and right, beating Teliye until his face resembled a pig's head.
