Grim.
The atmosphere within the luxurious room is grim.
Kneeling on the ground is a High Noble with a chubby body and a robust physique. His entire pristine attire has been sullied by crimson wine, and the ugly expression on his face is not at all befitting of someone of his standing.
But who can blame him?
This is the look of a completely defeated man!
Frustration!
Deep frustration is evident on his features, and he no longer tries to hide it or disguise it under bravado as he is fond of doing.
His eyes squint, allowing the hot tears of anger to roll down his chubby face.
His buckteeth clatter with pure annoyance.
That's right.
This man who kneels pathetically atop his own spilled wine, like a common beggar amidst filth, is none other than Count Kaelen Thornvale—one of the Seven Counts of the Randalorion Kingdom.
His elegant garb soaks in the crimson wine, and the stench of alcohol diffuses in the air.
A look of absolute defeat plays on his face.
