Captured

The doors banged opened and enter the soldiers coated in silver armor, ready to catch the clueless Marquess, who was sitting on the couch in a bathrobe relaxing in the daylight. Upon seeing these soldiers, the wine glass he held crashed onto the ground and his face turned pale.

Marquess Rogen pointed his finger to the guards, angered by the fact they entered his room rudely. Just what is going on here? Why are there soldiers in his estate especially in daylight as he did nothing wrong?

"Marquess Rogen Yltra, starting today you have been removed from your title and as we are putting you under arrest for human trafficking, murder, and secretly revolting the royal family."

"T-this is nonsense!" Marquess Rogen yelled as he took a step back.

"Do not retaliate or else we will have to use force to bring you out."

"Reqim!" Marquess Rogen called, however, nothing happened.