“Dammit… Fucking shit!”

Baltai continued to swear, countless bottles piled up on the table in front of him.

Bang!

“Fucking shit…!”

In the end, he could not control his anger and smashed down on the table. The bottles of alcohol fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.

“Hieek!”

The women serving him became frightened at the sight and began to tremble. His subordinates also slowly sneaked away. Baltai had always been brutal and violent, but it had worsened since a month ago.

He would suddenly burst out into swears while drinking, then proceed to break the neck of his woman servant. He would pace back and forth with a nervous expression and shatter whatever caught his eye.

Today alone, one person was already dead and two were seriously injured.

“You dog shit bastard, I should have killed you then, but because of those moronic assassins…”

Baltai gritted his teeth as he recalled the two assassins from the White Shadow Brothers who died while attempting to kill Duke Pendragon in Leus.

Of course, Baltai himself had fled because of instinctive fear, but if they had succeeded in assassinating the duke in Leus, he would not be in such a predicament right now.

“Should I just bring everyone and kill them…? No. If that causes the imperial forces to come over from the mainland, it will all be over.”

Baltai muttered with eyes full of killing...