In the circus tent.
"Who do you think you are, boy?"
A noble stood up and barked at Siderius. He wore high-grade fur clothes with a giant golden necklace on his neck.
The audience gasped. Some admired him for his bravery. Some was just excited to see what he was going to do.
Siderius glanced at the noble in expensive clothes.
"I do not wish to spill innocent blood today. Keep your mouth shut and get out of here," he said plainly.
Smoke came out of the noble's ears and his face turned red. "How dare you speak to me like that? I am Alamut Devonian, noble of Bridgetown. Address me properly."
Ashe raised her arrow at the noble. "My master has told you to shut up. If you value your life, you need to shut up."
"Master? So you are his slave then? Nowadays, even a slave dares to talk to me like that?"
"I am not a slave! You fucking piece of turd." Ashe pulled the bowstring but Siderius grabbed her wrist and lowered it down.
"Master?"
