Dennis In Trouble

"...mother and father are waiting."

"Coming!" Dennis's shout echoed in the castle.

"How long does it even take for him to get ready?" Duke Reynolds Dracula, a middle-aged man in a black suit, said.

Duchess Fiora Dracula, turning to look at her husband, said calmly, "How would I know?"

Duke Reynolds shook his head and said with a smile, "He's definitely your son. He inherited the traits of getting late to events from you."

Duchess Fiora, hearing that, flashed a smile and said with a vein popping on her head, "Duke Reynolds, what did you say?" 

Duke Reynolds, not noticing his wife's expression, said while taking out a cigar from his pocket, "like mother like son is—"

BAM!

"Ow."

Duchess Fiora kicked her husband in the back and sent him flying away.

Both the husband and wife were Emperor Ranks and it wasn't a surprise for the Duke to get beaten up like this by his wife.