Humiliation. This was naked humiliation.
Russell, a Grand Duchy Nobleman, had humiliated a count of the Grand Duchy before everyone's eyes—the only other count, Count Oscro of Gravel Territory, Osklo Willow.
Pinned beneath Russell's foot, Oscro's eyes brimmed with endless fury. From childhood to adulthood, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? Even Grand Duke Kunsitan had to respectfully call him uncle-in-law when they met.
His entire life had gone smoothly. Countless people had respected and flattered him, and he had grown accustomed to looking down upon others.
Even the daughter of a Dragon Knight—he could beat her whenever he wished!
How high-spirited he had been!
And now...
He was being held immobile against the ground, his face trampled beneath the foot of an eighteen-year-old youth.
How could such a scene not make Oscro flush red? Fury burned wildly in his heart as he let out a low, beastlike growl.
"Russell!"
Yet amidst his rage and roaring, uncontrollable dread and fear arose from the depths of Oscro's heart.
Just moments ago.
This young man, whom he had crazily envied inwardly while outwardly dismissing him with contempt...
Had severely wounded the three Wyverns of his household with a single sword strike, along with all the confidence he had taken pride in.
The reason he, Oscro Willow, could stand so high above others in the Shadowflame Grand Duchy, why a mere Tier 2 High Phantom Beast Knight could look down upon Wyvern Knights, was not because he was one of the only two counts. It was because his family possessed three Wyverns!
And now, all three Wyverns had been cut down by one sword.
As Oscro roared in fury, it was as though he heard something within his heart crack apart. It filled him with boundless terror. Thus, he could only hide