"Over there, be careful not to knock over my crystal candlestick, that was personally crafted by Master Hesky."
Count Alcott said displeased.
"Yes, yes, my Lord."
The guard held the candlestick tremblingly, moving slowly, afraid of any collision.
"Crash!"
The crystal candlestick fell, shattering into pieces.
The guard looked at the earl, his mouth involuntarily agape, filled with terror.
"M-my Lord."
"You damn scum! Do you not understand what I'm saying? That crystal candlestick was personally crafted by Master Hesky!"
Count Alcott was immediately furious, even his beard curled up. He stormed forward in a rage, grabbing the guard by the chest and lifting him up.
The guard, trembling all over, pointed behind Alcott.
"M-my Lord, behind you."
"What?"
Count Alcott, still fuming, instinctively turned his head.
"Crash—"
Another clear sound rang out, but this time it was the sound of a glass window being shattered, with shards even hitting him.
