Volume 9: Phantom of the Ancient Castle Chapter 11: Subdued
The Duke, usually calm and composed, paced frantically more than ten times back and forth across the great hall like an enraged lion. He even smashed three expensive, exquisitely crafted crystal cups to the floor in a fit of anger, wasting craftsmanship worth six thousand gold shields— a sight that pained everyone who saw it, though no one dared step forward to offer consolation.