The city hall of Joan of Arc Castle was once again brightly lit, but this time sitting in the council hall resembling that of El was not citizen representatives called overnight but the esteemed Duke.
Beside the window, Bamanda used a feather fan to cover his mouth and nose, also sitting on a velvet chair.
Duke Kush, in his pajamas, angrily shouted at Zandebeck, "When did I ever say that I wanted to turn every fifteen-year-old of Joan of Arc Castle into wine?"
"But that's what they said."
"Also, when did I order to have them all killed?"
"I don't know, maybe because we were too oppressive before, they hold a grudge..."
In fact, even if the Duke wanted to purge Joan of Arc Castle, he couldn't, because he didn't have the power.
Let alone turn all fifteen-year-olds into wine, such an insane thing.
Even if he did, so much wine would only cause the price to plummet, and the shelf life of Blue Blood wine is very short, that'd be a complete loss.
