You Can't Get Away With This

In the capital, only the royal family had the right to intervene in the affairs of nobles.

Wasn't it normal for a nobleman to kill a dozen or so of his slaves?

This was the rule, this was the law. This was why the young man in front of him was so confident.

Even if a famous Mage came to his door, he dared to curse at them.

It was true that Mages were powerful, but nobles all had a few Mages protecting their estate nowadays.

Besides, he knew all the powerful Mages in the capital. This little Mage in front of him was probably not a big deal, so there was no need to concede.

As the young man arrogantly walked out, Roland smiled and said, "Even if I'm not royalty, I still want to meddle. After all, you're stepping over me."

"What do you mean by that?" The young man stopped behind the gate of the manor, looked at Roland through the gaps in the iron gate, and said, "And who the hell are you?"