"I have no national sentiment for Temeria, Lord Earl."
Lann's address remained respectful, but his current action—clutching the Count's face with one hand, dragging him like a dead dog—was a stark contrast.
"So whether you truly have exhausted yourself for this country, endured humiliation... I do not care at all."
The Count's pampered body struggled fiercely, his thrashing feet scattered pebbles on the expensive cobblestone path.
Yet, none of these actions could slow Lann's steps by even a fraction.
The eyes peering out from between fingers seemed to understand where this path would lead.
Count Steza suddenly screamed in terror.
"What are you doing?! Where are you taking me?! Damn you, mutant mongrel! You... ugh ahh!"
This path leads to the estate gate.
The Count's scream was cut off by the sudden increase in grip strength on his face.
"Where to?"
Lann questioned back.
The path had reached its end, the estate gate stood before Lann.
