Humiliation, this was naked humiliation.
As a lord of the grand duchy, Russell humiliated the count of the Grand Duchy, one of only two counts, Earl Osclo Water Willow, in front of everyone.
Osclo, pinned under Russell's foot, his eyes filled with endless rage, had never been humiliated like this before. Even Grand Duke Kunstan would have to respectfully call him "Uncle" upon seeing him.
His life had always been smooth sailing, revered and flattered by countless people, accustomed to feeling superior.
He could strike even the daughter of a Dragon Knight if he desired!
How spirited he was!
And now,
he was being pinned face-down to the ground by an eighteen-year-old, unable to move.
How could this scene not cause Osclo's face to turn red with rage, fury wildly burning in his heart, issuing a low growl like a wild beast.
"Russell!"
However, along with the rage and growls, a chilling fear inevitably arose deep within Osclo's heart.
Just moments ago,
