Duke Sother was already in his twilight years. Though he still had the interest to flirt with those young, beautiful girls in Vias, truth be told, his body had long since decayed beyond repair. Most of his hair had fallen out, and he was as thin as a skeleton. Though he wore a magnificent officer's uniform to proclaim his former status as a military commander, with several rows of medals hanging from his chest to flaunt his achievements in battle, he looked for all the world like a corpse with only a few breaths left in it.
The burly man behind Arthur, nearly three meters tall, was none other than Diogo, the Three-Headed Demon Dragon King in human form.
Violent by nature and brimming with murderous intent, Diogo felt a wave of disgust when he saw Sother strolling ahead with slow, measured steps, steady and unhurried. Born in the abyss, where might made right, Diogo simply could not stand old undead relics like Duke Sother, sitting around with nothing but a lingering breath.
So, seemingly by accident, he swung out an arm and shoved Duke Sother staggering off to the side. The duke nearly smashed his head into the doorframe and killed himself. Furious, Duke Sother sprang up, intending to settle the score with Diogo. But when he saw Diogo's towering, muscular body, his savage face, and those eyes overflowing with fierce, baleful qi, Duke Sother lost his nerve and backed down.
Cursing Diogo's ancestors under his breath, Duke Sother slunk shamefacedly into the crowd.
Arthur, meanwhile, held his head high and strode down the center of the banquet hall with an overbearing, peerless air. As he walked, he smiled brilliantly and nodded to the nobles in the hall, as though a king greeting his subjects.
Naturally, the nobles in