You, the duke of Regium, sit on your throne and rub your temples, stressed. Ever since the war with the Avix happened, it has been non-stop battle planning and meetings...

As you sit, Samantha Gras walks up to you, her huge boobs bounce with each step. She is clearly enraged,

Samantha: "You worthless duke?! When are you going to capture the rouge commander that digested my husband into titfat?!"

You don't even care to respond to this woman's incessant whining... Elanor, your trainer and friend, grabs her shoulder.

Elanor: "Thou shalt not address the duke in that manner."

Samantha: "Or what you fat ass mare?!"