"I want to see your Grand Duke! Let me see your Grand Duke!" A commotion rose from the crowd. A man in tattered clothes shouted as soldiers shoved him around. Though his garments were in ruins, it was still clear that they had once been fine formal wear made from Empire Ice Silk Satin. They simply looked rather ridiculous on this disheveled fellow.
"Quiet! His Highness needs rest! He has been clearing the way for us all day! Do you not know gratitude or contentment? Sit down and stop causing trouble!" The soldier glared furiously at the disheveled man, the anger in his eyes nearly setting the trembling man ablaze.
"Bastard! Do you know who you're talking to? Even Duke Aurelian Yasuo wouldn't dare point at my nose and speak to me like that!" The man jumped in rage, shaking all over as he waved his arms and began fiercely arguing with the soldier. The nearby civilians all moved away, watching the spectacle from a distance as though he were a madman.
"Shing! This is my final warning! Stop pestering me! We need sufficient rest to ensure everyone's safety, not waste our energy playing games with you! This is wartime! Impersonating an Empire Marquess is a capital crime! I have no wish to hurt you, but please show some respect, citizen!" The soldier drew an armor-piercing sword and held it before himself, his warning unmistakable in both his eyes and his stance.
"Fuck! I'll kill you!" The man froze for a second, then erupted as though struck by lightning. An Elemental Torrent surged from his body, and a massive yellow Elemental Hand slammed down on the soldier.
"Who are you calling an impostor? Do I need to impersonate a noble? Aaargh!" With his eyes bloodshot, the enraged man clenched the