"Slaughtering my soldiers, Your Grace, are you enjoying it?" Venicio made his entrance.
The battle momentarily stops. The soldiers made way for their Duke to enter the center of the battlefield.
"I'm afraid that I am, Venicio"
The Duke then laughed, Venicio seems to enjoy how the Grand Duke admits it.
"What happened to your 'Nobility is not soiling our feet and challenging the weak'?" with his taunting eyes, Venicio looked at the man who was said to be the most powerful in Russia. When they were young, Beznosov had this motto on how a nobility must treat others, and that is based on their strength and capabilities.
The air holds the pressure and intensity of what will happen in the next few minutes.
"It's so amusing how you, a powerless nobility act like he is at the same level as I am" taunted byBeznosov.