A Simple Matter

Clang! In the fortress in the center of Spring Leaf Village, a fully armored Warrior pushed open the door and walked into the main hall.

This Warrior was wearing blood red armor, a bright red cloak, and a helmet with fire red feathers. Looking from afar, he was completely dressed in red. When he walked quickly, he naturally gave off an extremely oppressive air.

He was Spring Leaf Village's lord, Balha.

"Master..." a young, elven slave rushed forward, wanting to help this Warrior remove his armor as usual.

"Scram!"

Balha's hand swung forcefully, his hand landing on the elf slave's face. Crack. The body of this elf slave who was less than 17 years old stopped, his neck was completely twisted around.

Without caring about this pathetic elf, Balha continued to walk forward until he reached the seat at the very end of the main hall, then he finally stopped. He shouted angrily, "Where are my slaves? Quickly come and help me remove my armor!"