"Trash! All of you are trash!!"
In the banquet hall of Lord's castle, Levell raged furiously and smashed his wine glass on the guard's head.
His fat face became distorted at this moment.
Levell roared, "That was my most important mine! Did you just hand it over so easily?!"
"Lord, Viscount Roland raised a group of fierce monsters!"
The guard, covered in mud and bloodied, cried out, "They showed no fear, and wielded terrifying glowing weapons!"
"Glowing weapons?" Levell paused, "What do you mean?"
"There was a horrifying long spear capable of emitting golden flames, capable of melting the surrounding snow with every swing!"
Recalling the scene, the guard trembled all over, "Nate, the Iron Guard Captain, charged in, only to be instantly killed! His bones were burnt to ash!"
Levell's breath sank, "How many of them were there?"
The guard paused, cautiously responding, "One... over a hundred."
