Angelo

"You imbecile! You have no right to refuse a count! We shall figh-" Dickston's tirade was abruptly cut short as Fero delivered a resounding backhand slap, sending him flying through the window with a sound akin to a pistol shot, "Get the fuck out of my way, lil bro,"

The onlookers stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief as they witnessed the unthinkable - a count being smacked away like a mere fly.

Fero glanced back at the crowd, his expression unreadable as he addressed them with casual indifference. "Fucking dumbasses." he remarked, flicking his hand from the head produced from the slap before strolling away as if nothing had happened, leaving behind a stunned and speechless audience.

A collective gasp rippled through the student body as the sharp fragments of glass descended, their clicking cacophony punctuating the sudden hush that had fallen. In a frenzy, they rushed to the window, their eyes fixated downward on Dickston, who stood in the grass, his face looking like a portrait of humiliation, tears of frustration tracing paths down his reddened and swollen cheek.

"You will payyy!!!" Dickston's voice shattered the silence, a crescendo of anger and embarrassment reverberating through the air.

Undisturbed by the clamor echoing behind him, Fero proceeded toward the cafeteria, Princess Amelia gracefully by his side, her friends trailing behind.

"Do you realize you have attacked a count? You will pay a hefty price for this act." one of Amelia's friends interjected, her tone a mixture of concern and disgust a commoner touched a count and even more a princess is by his side.

"I won't pay shit." Fero retorted dismissively, taking a seat at one of the tables within the cavernous cafeteria, its expanse teeming with students. "Anyways, go grab me my food, Amelia." he added with a yawn, weariness evident in his voice.

Amelia, her demeanor untroubled, flashed a smile and sprightly darted toward the food line, bypassing the queue effortlessly, her status ensuring preferential treatment.

Within mere moments, Fero's meal arrived, and he wasted no time in digging in, the company of beautiful girls surrounding him lending an air of indulgence to the scene.

Princess Amelia, her head tilted slightly in admiration, observed Fero as he devoured his meal, her eyes aglow with an unmistakable affection for him.

With his hunger sated, Fero reclined in his seat, his hand resting on his now-full stomach.

As Fero's patted his satisfied stomach, relishing in the aftermath of a hearty meal, a sudden shift in the atmosphere gripped him like a vice. An unmistakable sensation of impending death washed over him.

Before Fero could muster a response or even contemplate the source of this alarming feeling, a shadowy figure teleported beside him with an eerie silence. Towering over him, the figure bore down with a penetrating gaze, locking eyes with Fero in a silent but palpable confrontation.

Instinct took hold, and Fero reacted with lightning speed, jumping from his seat and flying towards the far end of the cafeteria in a blur of motion. The power of his movement sent the table careening through the air, dishes crashing to the ground in a cacophony of noise.

Princess Amelia's cry pierced the air, her voice trembling with shock and disbelief. "Big Brother! What are you doing here?!" she exclaimed, positioning herself protectively in front of him.

However, her plea fell on deaf ears as the imposing figure, callously shoved her aside, "In the name of justice and the authority vested in me," declared the figure with a tone as cold as steel, "for the grievous offense of assaulting a noble of the esteemed Sambo kingdom, you stand condemned." The figure said, his legs slowly beginning to move towards Fero.

Trapped against the wall, Fero found himself paralyzed by the intensity of the brother's rage, his heart pounding in his chest as the rest of the cafeteria emptied in a frenzy of panic. Teachers flooded into the room, waiting to attack Fero.

Fero swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the advancing figure but then out of nowhere, his vision was engulfed by a barrage of system messages, urging him to escape.

[RUN AWAY! Death Is Near!] [RUN AWAY! Death Is Near!] [RUN AWAY! Death Is Near!] [RUN AWAY! Death Is Near!] [RUN AWAY! Death Is Near!] [RUN AWAY! Death Is Near!] [RUN AWAY! Death Is Near!] [RUN AWAY! Death Is Near!] [RUN AWAY! Death Is Near!] 

The message snapped Fero back to reality, jolting him from the daze of disbelief. "So, you were still alive, system..." His lips curled into a grin, a mix of defiance and anticipation. "Get the fuck out of my way!" With a flick of his wrists, Fero swept his hands through the transparent screens, causing them to shimmer and vanish into thin air.

His steps were purposeful as he advanced toward the figure, a wicked smile etched across his face.

"I AIN'T NO BITCH!!" Fero's voice reverberated through the space, as he smacked his fist against his chest, a way to steel his resolve.

The brother stopped in his tracks, a serene calm emanating from his demeanor as he spoke, "My name is Angelo. It is a pleasure to meet you." His voice, like a gentle breeze on a summer's day, carried an otherworldly tranquility as he inclined his head in a respectful bow. "May I know your name?"

"My name is Fero you FUCKING PUSSYY!!" Fero's rage erupted like a tempest, his muscles coiling with pent-up energy as he propelled himself towards Angelo with reckless abandon. The tiles beneath his feet shattered and splintered, torn asunder by the force of his movement.

The teachers, sensing the impending clash, lunged forward in a futile attempt to intervene, but Fero's velocity caught them off guard. In a blur of motion, he closed the distance between himself and Angelo, his fist arcing toward its target with unrestrained force.

To his astonishment, Fero's blow passed through Angelo as if he were a mere apparition, dissipating into the empty air. A soft tap on his shoulder sent a shiver down Fero's spine, and as he blinked, the world around him shifted.

Confusion clouded his senses as he found himself in a realm alien to his own, the familiar surroundings replaced by the grandeur of a castle. Glancing over his shoulder, Fero met Angelo's serene gaze, the grip on his shoulder released.

"Direct your gaze ahead and pay homage to the king, Sir Fero," Angelo instructed, his tone commanding yet tranquil.

Fero complied, his eyes tracing the staircase that stretched before him, each step a daunting ascent toward the unknown. As his gaze ascended, he beheld a sight that left him awestruck—a towering chair occupied by a figure of regal bearing, the enigmatic king, who regarded Fero with an inscrutable expression from his lofty perch.