Duke, Please Let Go of My Ankle!

Chapter : 3.4

Mmm…….’

After a brief blackout, Arnold awoke in the dungeons of the Duke’s castle. Standing in front of him were ten hulking figures of uncanny proportions. Their bulging biceps were almost the size of adult men’s heads.

‘Chu!’

Lucas, the most ‘gruff’ of them all, stepped forward.

‘You’re about to be killed when His Highness the Duke arrives!’

‘Uh…… why am I here…….’

‘Look at you, don’t you know your faults?’

‘Ugh.’

Lucas grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him roughly away. Tied to the chair, Arnold shook as helplessly as the last leaf.

‘What? You look at him, and you dare to offend His Excellency?’

‘…….’

‘You know what he’s like, you’ll come to your senses when you’ve had a proper education from His Excellency, you little brat!’

─Benefit.

Just then, the iron gate opened with an unpleasant clang. It was Derek who stepped out with a neat stride.

Lucas squared his shoulders like a brave hound and looked back at his lord with pride.

‘Your Excellency! I was just about to put him to sleep.’

‘…… interest, why.’

‘Didn’t you tell me to rob him? I intend to rob him to the bone!’

‘…….’

Derek looked at the bound man and was at a loss for words.

Sometimes his aide could be stupid. Like now.

‘Sneak him out’ meant sending someone to do some digging, but what the hell was he supposed to do if he just kidnapped him?

It didn’t matter if I sent him back nicely. The man already knew his dominatrix, and if he said the wrong thing, Derek was sure to incur her wrath.