Near the tent, a fire was burning with sticks placed in a circle. Leona and Gunther with their daughter sat on the chairs.
Anger, who squatted down with his arms tied, was glaring at Duke Gunther.
They were having a feast. They arranged the meat for soldiers to have a celebration feast. The soldiers were shouting and drinking ale.
“So, what next, duke Anager?” Gunther asked Anager, who was on the floor, noticing his glare.
Anger's expression changed and he smiled. “I should just kill a few more of your soldiers.” He burst into a laugh.
Tch. Gunther clicked his tongue. “You think you can do that?”
He smiled, raising his jug.
“There are many casualties and loss of manpower. I hope his highness can do something about it.” Leona said while looking at Anager.
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