Six-year-old Greg pattered up to the bald brute on his short little legs, tilted his head back to look at him, and declared in a childish but commanding voice:
"Aren't you ashamed of yourselves, bullying an old man and a little girl?"
The bald brute looked down at the little squirt who barely reached his waist. He froze for a moment, then burst out laughing:
"Hahaha! Where did this noble brat come from? Are you even weaned yet? Hurry home to your mommy! We've got the city lord backing us-"
Greg said, "My name is Greg Sass. Duke Sass is my father!"
"..."
The laughter cut off abruptly.
The bald brute's expression instantly froze.
He wouldn't have been afraid of some ordinary minor noble, but Duke Sass was one of the most powerful nobles in the northern Kingdom. He commanded a massive army, and even the royal family had to show him deference.
A petty local thug who had risen through the city lord's backing like him wasn't qualified to even look up at such a man, much less provoke him.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead, and he started stammering. "Th-this... so you're the young master of Duke Sass's House... a misunderstanding. This is all a misunderstanding..."
"Since it's a misunderstanding, can you get lost now?"
Greg folded his arms across his chest:
"And don't come near this orphanage again. If I find out you've dared to bully them again-I'll have every last one of you arrested."
The bald brute nodded and bowed repeatedly, then fled with his gang of thugs, not daring to look back.
Six-year-old Greg watched them disappear around the corner before breathing a sigh of relief. Then he turned to Ellie and the director, who were still standing there in a daze.
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