When the nobles and faction leaders whose spies and agents had been killed by Henry learned the news, they were all livid with rage, like cats whose tails had been stepped on.
They paced back and forth in their manors, cursing Henry's name and accusing him of making a mountain out of a molehill and acting dishonorably.
They were convinced that Henry must have planted spies in their territories as well; his methods were just so sophisticated that they were simply hard to detect.
'That scoundrel Henry, how dare he treat us like this! Who does he think he is? He's just a minor Count who's barely gotten started, yet he dares to be so arrogant! He clearly doesn't take us seriously at all!'
If Henry still held the rank of Baron, they would have considered him a powerful Baron. But as "Count Henry Bro," he was just a newborn, weak little pipsqueak!
Count John of Odoche slammed his hand on the table, his facial muscles contorting with rage.
