Agneil's eyes widened, his face contorting with rage and confusion, "What did you just call me?" he said in a low, enraged tone.
"You have been our sacrificial lamb from the very start." Ince grinned.
Agneil's face suddenly turned pale as a thick and fearsome bloodlust blasted out of Ince and assaulted his brain and body.
He couldn't stop shaking, feeling like he was in a cold shower all of a sudden.
"G-guards..." Agneil muttered in a half whisper, barely able to get his words out.
The guards, however, didn't make a move.
Agneil glanced over and noticed that even his guards were shaking uncontrollably.
'No...' Agneil foresaw the worst possibility now, 'No... no... this can't be.'
He turned toward Ince, "Y-you are making a mistake. Do you not know who I am? I am--"
"That's why we chose you, fatty." Ince snickered.
