Flame of Revenge

Inside a dark room.

An oppressive atmosphere made everyone unable to breathe.

"That b*stard said that?!"

Frank clutched the bed while gritting his teeth. His formerly handsome face was now warped and distorted.

"Yes, Sir."

A man quietly stood beside the bed with his head bowed down.

"Good, very good…"

Frank gnashed his teeth and said to himself. Then, he shook his fist and slammed it onto the bed.

"That b*stard thinks he's something! Hmph! He's just a low-ranked noble of a barbarian country. How dare he oppose me!"

The man shivered as his master bellowed in anger.