The wolf tapped his foot as the elf reclined on the couch.

"You went overboard, Merandil" Viktor said in a cold stern tone crossing his arms and looked out the window.

The elf yawned as he casually read the scroll in front of him. Strands of his long golden hair fell over his face from time to time, which he casually brushed away.

"Dpn't fucking ignore me longears", Viktor growled with growing irritation

The elf looked at him annoyed.

"So, the mut got a little hurt, so what?" The french accent was heavy on the elf. Merandil was from an old family and it showed. Arrogant to the end.

"Little hurt? He's on the brink of death and he is that way because you were bored. What more, is that you broke one of the treaty rules. NO SLAVES!", Viktor slammed on a nearby stone table, leaving cracks in it.

"I am a high noble! it is my birthright to own serfs!" The elf barked back at him, now slowly sitting up.

"Slavery has been outlawed in the western world since the late 19th century! And the way you tormented him! How can you be so cruel?!"

"Don't come here to my estate and preach about cruelty, Englishman! My family knows what you did furing the war between France and England!"

Viktor's eyes flashed vibrant amethyst in anger.

"I'm Swedish! And it's Lord protector! Unlike you, I'm a lord of the realm, I outrank you by several steps, "count" merandil!"

The elf bolted up with a snarl, sparks emitting from his fingertips. He hurled a bolt of lightning at Viktor, who blocked it with a ward.

"You're a commoner byt birth, an upstart!" the elf kept hurling lightning bolts at the wolf.

"That may be", Viktor sent the ward flying into the elf, hurling him over the couch.
He corrected his tie and coat and slowly began walking over to the couch.

"But I got my titles the hard way. I'm not dependent on them like som many others that are handed everything to them by birth, Lazy and incompetent, forgetting why their faimly was given knighthood to start with.

The elf got up and hurled spells at Viktor in pure rage, missing and sent scrolls and books flying

"Which was the protection of the crown and it's interests. Not to play God with its subjects. Nobility is needed more than ever in these modern times. "

Viktor flicked his wrist and sapped the magical energies from the elf.

"I can ignore this incident as you're a vital part of Iskariot's research. I will take your slave as compensation though."
He pulled the letter from his pocket.

"it will be harder though to explain it for his Holiness though, and with a knight of holy order as you guard, you better damn be careful, merandil"

The elf snatched the letter from Viktor, it had the sigil of the holy see on it. He tore it open and began reading it before crumbling it and threw it away.

"Fine, take him! I was tired of him anyway. Take him and get out of my sight!"

Viktor nodded and walked out of the room, a smirk grew on his lips as he did. He picked up a phone and dialed a number.

"Darius, it's me. Prepare a room, we'll be having a guest at the estate this evening.

END


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It's a sort of continue of the story with Kortan

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