Tyrant? No, I am the Villain

The Duke went to the exclusive chamber reserved for members of the Angeras family. His guards barred entry to all, allowing only those summoned by the Duke to pass. Mason was the first to arrive. Upon entering, he stood by the door with his head lowered.

"My Lord, you summoned me?" asked the Grandmaster of the Angeras Knights.

"Who was that?" the Duke barked, rage simmering in his voice.

Mason looked confused. "My Lord, the identity of that individual... it appears to be Young Master Estefan."

The Duke, furious, hurled a vase at Mason. It struck his armor, shattering and soaking the floor but doing no damage. "Impossible!" the Duke shouted. "That boy has spent his entire life doing nothing. How could he suddenly grow strong enough to defeat a knight? Hah!"

Mason stood silently, like a child being reprimanded by a stern parent.

After pacing for a moment, the Duke composed himself. "I want you to find out who this person really is and in the meantime bring me the real Estefan."

"I will send my men to fetch the young master," Mason said with his head lowered.