The uncle was dragging things out way too long, so I smacked him across the face. The sudden blow sent him sprawling. His startled guards drew their swords, and my angry men stepped forward.
"Drop your swords!"
"How dare you! Do you know whose presence you're in?"
Shing! Clang, clang!
"Aaargh!"
The guards trying to save the uncle were subdued in an instant. The baron was my prisoner, and they were drawing their swords? These men weren't the baron's soldiers but private soldiers who took orders only from the uncle.
"Can't you see the prince who has taken Landschaft?"
"What on earth are you doing? Since when is it acceptable to strike a nobleman who has surrendered?"
This so-called uncle seemed to be seriously confused about something. With thick killing intent, I thrust my halberd right under his nose. Only then did the baron's uncle realize he'd messed with the wrong person.
No matter how much of a scumbag someone is, you don't disrespect the head of the family.
