Clutching his chest, Yair knelt on the floor.
"Gah.... Noble.... The harmony of a black dress, pale skin, short stature, and an imperious voice.... What indescribable nobility...!"
He was muttering something incomprehensible.
I felt rather proud.
'Is this the effect of [Noble Dignity]?'
It wasn't for nothing that it was a unique skill of an EX-rank class.
Hadn't I subdued such a powerful dark mage with a single word and made him kneel?
Moreover, seeing as he kept repeating, 'Noble, so noble,' he had clearly felt my noble bearing with his entire body.
But then.
"My liege. I shall execute the death sentence as commanded."...
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