"Get lost!" Ges spat and glared at the fool who had no regard for authority, "This is my land, the land of the Gess family, and it has never belonged to you for even a minute! My ancestors only allowed you to farm on this land, and you've taken it as your own? This is the final warning; I'm giving you... three more days! And as punishment for your delays, I will dismantle your doors and windows... and your beds too!"
Ges eventually softened a bit, not going all-out, even though he initially intended to... After all, that's how the other Nobles did it, and he wouldn't have too much of a moral burden.
Perhaps Mrs. was right; he indeed wasn't a qualified Noble, wasting the Transcendent power given by his ancestors.
But none of that mattered now.
In the future, he would move to the city and never have to deal with these dirt farmers again.
That would be a truly dignified life; he could focus on the banquets he loved and mingle with distinguished gentlemen and ladies.
