"Marquis, I'll try to go slowly so you can savor the full experience of the pain. I'm going to tear out all of your ribs. But don't you worry. Usually, you'll just faint from the pain. You won't die right away."
"You fiend! How dare you treat an anointed and lawful Marquis this way!"
Fear drove Marquis Azo to struggle instinctively, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Eric didn't stop him. He let Marquis Azo break free easily, for he had already achieved the desired effect.
"A Marquis? Really? All I see is a heretic who murdered the devout Elrond.
You knew he was a dear friend to the Holy See, its agent, yet you still ran rampant, scorning the authority of the Holy See.
A year ago, you claimed to support the Holy See, and now you've sided with the Emperor.
You knew it was wrong, yet you did it anyway. That makes you more detestable than any common villain.
